In the Primordial World, there was an auspicious image. The purple qi above the nine heavens was vast for three thousand miles.
Golden orchids bloomed in the air, and waves of Dao runes rippled.
The golden light was bright and bright, and thousands of divine lights covered the immortal mountain.
Hongjun sat on the cloud bed, his eyes filled with excitement and pride.
After tens of thousands of years of bitter cultivation, Hongjun finally proved his Dao and became a Saint. He was now the number one Saint in the Primordial World!
When Hongjun actualized his Dao, all the cultivators knelt on the ground. Even the arrogant Three Pure Ones and Emperor Jun Taiyi prostrated themselves on the ground.
However, the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery in the Divine Hall of Pangu were sitting cross-legged and unmoved.
At this moment, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's eyes shone with divine light as he looked down at Mount Buzhou.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun clearly wanted to find the Sorcerer Tribe and use the might of a Saint to intimidate the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery.
His gaze fell on the Pangu Divine Hall, but he could not see anything inside.
Even Dao Ancestor Hongjun's divine sense was instantly repelled by the Pangu divine hall.
A mere Heavenly Dao Saint was not qualified to investigate the Pangu Divine Hall at all.
"Humph!"
Dao Ancestor Hongjun snorted coldly and became even more dissatisfied with the Sorcerer Tribe.
"Today, I've proven my Dao and become a Saint. Ten thousand years later, I'll open a forum in the Purple Cloud Palace to preach. As long as you're fated, you can go to the Purple Cloud Palace to listen!”
Dao Ancestor Hongjun announced that he wanted to preach to the Primordial World and gather the fate of all the living beings in the Primordial World for his own use.
All the cultivators were excited. Now that the Tao techniques of the Primordial World were not obvious, many cultivators were trapped in the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm and could not advance at all.
Now that Dao Ancestor Hongjun had made it clear that he was going to open a forum to preach in the Purple Cloud Palace, all the cultivators got up and went to listen.
After Dao Ancestor Hongjun finished speaking, his figure slowly disappeared. Clearly, he had returned to prepare.
"If the Shamans come to the Purple Cloud Palace to listen, their luck will also fall into my hands!”
Dao Ancestor Hongjun was clearly very scheming. He was certain that the Sorcerer Tribe would definitely come to the Purple Cloud Palace.
After all, the Sorcerer Tribe also needed to cultivate. Dao Ancestor Hongjun believed that no one could reject his Dao technique.
That was a cultivation technique that could directly vindicate the Dao and become a Saint. Who would not be envious?
On Mount Kunlun, the Three Pure Ones had already moved out.
"Second brother, third brother, let's go to the Purple Cloud Palace quickly. I feel a huge summoning in the dark. This time, we definitely have good fortune!”
The Taiqing Saint had a deep affinity with fortune, so his senses were also very sharp.
Phoenix perches in the mountains
"Brother, let's hurry up and set off. I sense the aura of an opportunity!”
Goddess Nuwa's eyes shone with a divine light. She was clearly one of the chosen ones.
On the Sun Star, two Golden Crows soared into the sky and flew straight into the chaos.
In the Primordial World, experts moved one after another.
The Purple Cloud Palace was far away in the depths of the chaos and its exact location was unknown. Therefore, these cultivators wanted to hurry ahead for fear of missing the lecture time of the Purple Cloud Palace.
Among the Sorcerer Tribe, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery also knew the importance of Dao Ancestor Hongjun's preaching, so they spoke separately.
"Big Brother, Hongjun is the First Sage of Untainted Land. Should we go and listen to his Tao technique?”
The Ancestral Wizard of Time, the Candle Dragon, stepped forward. They had all sensed the terrifying pressure of a Saint.
This kind of Saint Stage powerhouse was not an existence that they could contend with at all.
"That's right, big brother. I also think we should go and take a look!”
Ancestor of Sorcery Houtu spoke. She was clearly attracted by Dao Ancestor Hongjun's aura.
Seeing that everyone was getting restless, the Ancestor of Strength shook his head and said,"
"Hongjun's Dao is the Dao of the Essence Soul. We only cultivate the physical body. His Dao is different from ours.”。
Di Kun did not explain much, but the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery did not say anything. They had absolute trust in their big brother.
At this moment, countless mighty figures flew out of the Primordial World and searched for the Purple Cloud Palace in the chaos.
The Wu Tribe, on the other hand, took the opportunity to expand wantonly. Under the leadership of the Senior Sorcerers, the tribes of the Wu Tribe spread to every corner of Untainted Land.
Just as the Sorcerer Tribe was developing vigorously, a divine light shot into the sky from Buzhou Mountain.
"Big brother, there seems to be a great opportunity on Mount Buzhou!”
Ancestral Magus Dijiang looked excitedly at the sky. There, a huge pillar of light shook the nine heavenly rivers, and dazzling divine light illuminated the universe.
All the Voodoo Tribesmen saw it clearly. Such a huge commotion meant that an opportunity had appeared on Mount Buzhou.
"Let's go and take a look!"
The Ancestor of Sorcery of Strength rushed up to Mount Buzhou first, and the other Ancestors of Sorcery hurriedly followed.
Mount Buzhou was the number one sacred mountain in the Untainted Land. There were countless opportunities in it, and the Ancestor of Sorcery of Strength was naturally very clear about it.
They came to Buzhou Mountain. When they got close, they found that the divine light was many times stronger than when they were at the foot of the mountain.
" An opportunity! It's definitely a great opportunity!"
Ancestor of Sorcery Zhurong's face was filled with excitement. This was the first time they had encountered such a great opportunity.
"Haha, the other cultivators have all gone to the Purple Cloud Palace to listen. It seems that this opportunity is prepared for our Sorcerer Tribe!”
Lightning flashed in the eyes of the Lightning Ancestor of Sorcery, Qiang Liang. He was also extremely excited.
However, at this moment, the surrounding figures flickered, and powerful cultivators appeared one after another.
Obviously, the Sorcerer Tribe was not the only one who did not attend the lecture at the Purple Cloud Palace.
"The treasure is not prepared for your Sorcerer Tribe, but for my ancestor!”
Mo Yuan, who was wearing a black armor, stood out. The Qilin Race experts beside him appeared one after another.
At the same time, an old man appeared in the middle of the Qilin Race cultivators. The surrounding Qilin Race cultivators were all respectful to this old man.
"Qilin Race?"
The Ancestor of Sorcery of Strength originally thought that all the Qilin Race cultivators had died in battle. He did not expect to encounter so many Qilin Race cultivators now.
"Since you've seen through our identities, why don't you get lost!”
The old man in the middle did not bother to hide his true identity. He did not take these Shamans seriously at all.
In the old man's eyes, the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery were just juniors and were not qualified to be compared with him.
His identity was shocking, and he was indeed more powerful than the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery.
He was the Origin Kylin who had survived the calamity of the three races.
The Ancestor of Sorcery could vaguely guess his identity from his every move.
"Did you hear that? My ancestor told you to get lost. Hurry up and kowtow to thank him!”
The surrounding Qilin Race disciples laughed loudly. It was obvious that even they did not take the thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery seriously.
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