"This poor Taoist Xuan greets Fellow Daoist Dong Hua!”Xuan walked to the side of a slightly hunched old priest and bowed respectfully.
When the old Daoist saw Xuan greeting him, it was as if he had seen a god of plague. He was so scared that he retreated.
After Dong Hua stabilized, he quickly bowed and returned the greeting.""I'm Dong Hua. Greetings, fellow Daoist Xuan.”
He wanted to ask why Xuan was looking for him.
After all, he wasn't familiar with Xuan. This sh * t-stirring stick suddenly greeting him made Dong Hua feel uneasy.
But before he could speak, Xuan smiled warmly."Thank you, Fellow Daoist Donghua!”
Xuan left.
Looking at Xuan's back, Dong Hua felt his head buzzing.
What, what's going on?
What just happened?
" He suddenly came over to greet me and thanked me for no reason..." Donghua wanted to cry but had no tears. Although he didn't know what had happened, he felt that it must not be a good thing.
If it wasn't for the fact that the Sage's sermon was too attractive, he would definitely have left the Purple Cloud Palace at this moment.
As far away as possible from that sh * t-stirring stick.
Few people in Dong Hua knew him, but everyone knew about Dong Wang Gong.
Donghua was the original name of Prince of the East.
After Hongjun's first Dao lecture, he would confer the title of the leader of the male and female immortals. The leader of the male immortals would be Dong Wang Gong.
Of course, Xuan wasn't trying to get close to him because he wanted to get closer to some male immortal.
After all, this so-called leader of male immortals did not have much weight in the Primordial World.
The reason why he was grateful to the Prince of the East was that not long after he was conferred the title, he would sense that the three islands of Penglai had obtained a great opportunity according to the Heavenly Dao.
Xuan had the map. He would definitely find the three islands before Donghuang Wang.
He had snatched such a great opportunity, and Xuan felt bad if he didn't thank him.
At this moment, the gods had already entered the Purple Cloud Palace one after another.
When Xuan entered the Purple Cloud Palace, he was stunned by what he saw.
The immortal mist formed by the gathering of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi filled every corner of the hall.
The magnificent decorations were low-key yet luxurious. The jade pillars and walls that supported the entire palace were intertwined with dragons and phoenixes, and qilins were galloping. Just a glance at the Great Dao talismans carved on them gave people a feeling of enlightenment.
This was the true Immortal Realm!
In the mesmerizing immortal fog, there were praying mats vaguely placed.
The futon was surrounded by a hazy light.
Some cultivators had already stepped in and sat cross-legged on the futon.
In an instant, he felt his mind clear and his mind calm. He actually entered an epiphany.
When the other cultivators saw this, how could they hold back?
They all found praying mats and sat down, impatiently starting to cultivate.
Xuan smiled when he saw this. He took Houtu with him and walked into the depths of the palace.
Of course, there were many innate gods who traveled with Xuan.
For example, the Three Pure Ones, Fuxi, Goddess Nvywa, Emperor Jun, Taiyi, Kunpeng, Zhenyuanzi, Hongyun, and so on…
Xuan glanced at it and knew that it must have been an opportunity.
Some things were destined.
Soon, six futons that were flickering with a myriad of colors appeared in front of them.
With just a glance, everyone knew that it was a great opportunity.
However, there were only six praying mats. The gods who followed them stared at each other, and they were all exceptionally vigilant.
Xuan glanced at the six futons, then brought Houtu to sit on the row of futons behind them.
Xuan naturally knew that those six futons represented the six future Saints.
As long as he sat on it, he would definitely become a Saint.
The Tianding Sage could be said to be below one person and above tens of thousands of people. He was undying and immortal. He coexisted with the Untainted Land, but he was also controlled by the Heavenly Dao.
That wasn't what Xuan wanted.
What Xuan sought was the Great Dao!
After sitting down, Xuan smiled at Houtu."Get ready, a good show is about to begin!”
The reason why he sat in the front was because it was more enjoyable to watch the show up close.
The Three Pure Ones and the others looked at the six praying mats and were already restless.
A moment later, some cultivators couldn't help but rush towards the six prayer mats.
A slight change in one hair would affect the whole body!
In an instant, the Three Pure Ones and the other gods all moved.
In the beginning, the gods were still rather reserved, purely competing in speed.
However, when someone was about to approach the six praying mats, someone finally could not help but make a move.
Immediately, they did not care if this was a saint's dojo or not. They all fought fiercely.
The huge commotion soon made the entire Purple Cloud Palace lively.
Naturally, it also alerted the cultivators who had already taken their seats.
The cultivators looked forward and joined the battle.
There were even many immortals and gods who did not know what had happened.
Subconsciously, they felt that with so many people fighting over it, there must be something good…
The Purple Cloud Palace became more and more noisy.
Houtu's gloomy mood improved a lot as she watched the cultivators fight.
However, she looked at Xuan meaningfully. She felt that this witch general of hers seemed to know a lot.
However, since Xuan didn't say anything, she wouldn't ask too much.
The Three Pure Ones were originally three in one, and their strength was not weak, especially with Laozi, a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.
They took care of each other and were the first to grab the first three seats.
When the gods saw that three of the six seats had gone in the blink of an eye, they immediately became anxious and fought even more fiercely.
The person who took the fourth seat was actually Nuwa, a woman.
Nuwa's cultivation base was extraordinary, and she had her brother Fuxi.
In order to win a spot for his sister, Fuxi did not care at all. He took out the Fuxi Zither and played it randomly.
All kinds of ear-piercing sounds shook people's scalps until they went numb.
The gods couldn't wait for this guy to snatch one as soon as possible. Otherwise, if this continued, everyone would go crazy.
Then, an extremely fast Taoist with a sinister face and a hooked nose sat on the fifth futon.
Xuan knew that this person was the North Sea Kun Peng.
There was a fish in the north called kun. The kun was so big that a pot could not hold it…
In the blink of an eye, there was only one cushion left.
"Fellow Daoists, can you give me some face? I, Dipamkara, want this last spot!”A Daoist suddenly shouted from the crowd.
When the other immortals and gods heard this, they really stopped fighting and looked at the Daoist in unison.
Then, everyone attacked together and gave the Daoist a good beating…
Taking advantage of the chaos, Zhenyuanzi sent Hongyun to the last futon.
Seeing that all six seats had been taken, the gods still wanted to fight for them.
However, the Three Pure Ones could not be united. Goddess Nvywa was just a woman, and Fuxi was behind her. The good old man, Hongyun, was also guarded by Zhenyuanzi.
The only one was the lone Kun Peng. He had a ferocious expression and was not to be provoked.
The gods could only give up and find a nearby seat to sit down.
Strangely enough, none of the gods were willing to sit next to Xuan.
As a result, there was an empty seat on both sides of Xuan.
Xuan looked at the six futons above, then at the two empty futons beside him.
The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.
The show had just begun!
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