In the Wilderness, on the shore of the East Sea, in a deep mountain, there was a dark red palace with a somewhat ferocious appearance.
At this moment, a large group of tall, dark-skinned people with unique appearances were respectfully waiting outside the palace.
After an unknown amount of time.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A loud explosion sounded, causing the people outside the door to perk up. Their faces were filled with joy as they looked at the open door of the palace.
Boom!
Boom!
Heavy footsteps came from the palace. A tall and sturdy giant walked out of the palace step by step.
"We welcome the Ancestor of Sorcery out of seclusion!"
Outside the palace, the people who were waiting knelt on the ground.
"There's no need to be so polite. Get up."
Staring at his clansmen who were waiting for him outside, Di Tian waved his hand.
"What year is it now?"
"When the Ancestor of Sorcery was in seclusion, there were Sages in Untainted Land.
Now, he was preaching to the living beings of Untainted Land in the Purple Cloud Palace of the Thirty-Three Heavens Beyond.
This was already the third time, and more than a thousand years had passed.”
The Desolate World did not care about time. Di Tian's words caused the people from the Shaman Tribe to be at a loss.
Everyone looked at each other. In the end, it was the smallest of them all, Hou Yi, who was good at thinking. He walked out and answered Di Tian's question.
"This is already the third sermon?"
Di Tian started. He didn't expect that he would spend so much time in seclusion.
The last time he entered the Pangu Divine Hall, the Cultivation Tribulation of the three races had just ended. In the blink of an eye, Hongjun had already become a Saint.
He had even given a sermon in the Purple Cloud Palace for the third time.
After the lecture ended, Hongjun would distribute the Dharma treasures to the people who listened to the lecture and fuse with the Dao.
Then, it would not be long before the Primordial World entered the era of the Sages.
The time he spent in seclusion seemed to have been a little too long.
Shaking his head, Di Tian spoke to the group of Senior Magi,
"Lead your clansmen. This Ancestor of Sorcery will go to the Purple Cloud Palace.”
"Boom!"
The earth trembled as Di Tian's gigantic body soared up into the sky. Very soon, he disappeared from the sky and entered the 33 Outer Heavens.
Countless years ago, Di Tian had muddleheadedly transmigrated to the Primordial World and bumped into the Pangu Divine Hall that was formed from Pangu's heart.
It had even devoured all the Pangu Blood Essence in the Pangu Divine Hall that would become the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery in the future.
After devouring all of Pangu's blood essence, Di Tian became the only Ancestor of Sorcery in the Sorcerer Tribe.
His appearance had directly caused the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery to disappear, but that was one thing.
When he was digesting the blood essence, Di Tian could sense a large amount of baleful qi wanting to invade the divine hall. In his shock, Di Tian brought the divine hall away from Mount Buzhou and arrived at the shore of the East Sea.
This prevented his primordial spirit from being contaminated like the other members of the Sorcerer Tribe.
He didn't need to absorb the baleful aura and cultivate his body.
Because the Sacred Hall of Pangu had left Mount Buzhou and was located on the coast of the East Sea, the ordinary Wu Tribe members couldn't get the nourishment of Pangu's blood essence in the early days, so the population of the Wu Tribe was only a few hundred thousand.
Hundreds of thousands of people sounded like a lot, but compared to the Demon Tribe, which had a population of hundreds of millions, the Wu Tribe was a rare tribe in the Untainted Land.
Hongjun had proven his Dao and become a Saint. He opened a forum in the Purple Cloud Palace to preach and spread the orthodoxy. Di Tian was the Ancestor of Sorcery of the Sorcerer Tribe. Even if his primordial spirit was not contaminated, he did not need to cultivate the Dao of Slaying Three Separations.
He went to the Purple Cloud Palace to collect debts.
Since he had already become a member of the Sorcerer Tribe and the only Ancestor of Sorcery, Di Tian would definitely not be as foolish as the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
He was either fighting or on his way to fight. He needed to think about the entire Sorcerer Tribe.
What Witchcraft Tribulation? Di Tian didn't even bother to consider it. Whoever wants to fight can do so, as long as it doesn't involve our Shaman Race.
Without the resistance and restriction of the Wu Tribe, perhaps the Demon Tribe of the Heavenly Court would become a headache for anyone in Untainted Land.
Why did he attack the demons?
What's the point of eating too much?
I, Di Tian, not only won't fight, I'll even raise the demons up high.
Tell Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi that you are the best and the Demon Clan is the best.
Go ahead and dominate Untainted Land. Dominate the Luck of Heaven and Earth of Untainted Land. At that time, even the Sages would not dare to talk to you. The Demon Tribe would be the dominators of Heaven and Earth of Untainted Land, and you, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, would be the Sovereigns of Untainted Land.
In the heavens and the earth, I am the only one who reigns supreme.
"All things are Dao, Dao is Dao, Dao…"
In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun was preaching to the 3,000 listeners. Suddenly, Hongjun paused and opened his closed eyes. He looked at the giant who was stepping on the Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame and coming over with cold wind and evil aura.
Has the sermon ended?
Hongjun stopped preaching. The 3,000 listeners in the Purple Cloud Palace could not help but wake up. They looked at each other and thought that the 10,000-year preaching time had passed.
It had only been a thousand years.
Why did the Saint suddenly stop?
Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Hongjun raised his hand.
The tightly shut doors of the Purple Cloud Palace creaked open slowly.
Did someone come halfway to listen to the Dao?
Everyone subconsciously looked at the door and saw a giant that was like a mountain slowly walking over from the 33 Heavens Beyond. As the giant approached the Purple Cloud Palace, his body kept shrinking.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The dull footsteps kept approaching, as if it wasn't a person, but a Buzhou Mountain with legs.
"Di Tian of the Shaman Race greets you, Saint."
"There's no need to be so polite. Since you're here, just sit down and listen to the lecture.”
Hongjun said lightly.
The doors of the Purple Cloud Palace closed once again.
In the main hall, the gazes of everyone turned to Di Tian.
No one had expected such a person to exist in the Wilderness.
The Sorcerer Tribe?
Was there anything special about this race?
Halfway here to listen to the Dao, the Saint had even specially opened the doors of the Purple Cloud Palace for him. This was a treatment that no one else could enjoy.
Even the disciples of the Three Pure Ones, Goddess Nvywa, Jieyin, Zhunti, and other Sages could not enjoy such treatment.
After casually finding a place to sit down, Di Tian stared at Hongjun who was on the platform and shook his head,
" There's no need to listen to the Dao. The things god father left behind are enough for Di Tian to learn. This time, Di Tian came to the Purple Cloud Palace to collect a debt. I hope that the Sage can make things convenient for him and hand over the Pangu Banner and Taiji Diagram to Di Tian to bring back to the Shaman Tribe.”
What an arrogant tone!
Di Tian's words caused many people in the Violet Cloud Palace to widen their eyes. They didn't dare to believe that there was still someone in the Desolate World who dared to speak to Hongjun in such a tone.
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