Cheng Hao was not surprised by Hongjun's anger. He smiled and shook his head.
"Yes, it's precisely because I know that the Heavenly Dao will not agree that I came to look for you, Fellow Hongjun!"
"What do you mean?"
At this moment, Hongjun was no longer in the mood to address him as Fellow Daoist. He directly questioned him.
"The meaning is very simple. You are the Saint chosen by the Heavenly Dao. You are extremely important to the Heavenly Dao. I have no way to make the Heavenly Dao compromise, but I believe that you, Fellow Hongjun, must have a way!"
Hearing this, Hongjun's face turned livid. He raised his hand and waved. The Taiji diagram appeared above the Purple Cloud Palace, emitting black and white fog. It turned into a huge net and covered the entire palace.
Then, Hongjun placed the teacup in his hand heavily on the stone table. His fingers were constantly tapping on the table, as if he was calculating the pros and cons.
"Haotian, are you threatening me with those three variables?"
Cheng Hao chuckled and shook his head. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. He could not help but praise, "Good tea!"
"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be angry. Those three variables are useful to you, and they are very useful! I even have some guesses about what you want to do with them! "
"Six Holy Positions, not one less! If Fellow Daoist can fulfill this request, then I will no longer meddle in the affairs of these three variables! "
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Hao looked at Hongjun, who was still tapping on the table, and said something that made Hongjun completely make up his mind.
"Fellow Daoist, you have to think carefully. No matter how many Holy Positions there are, they are not yours. Is the trust of the Heavenly Dao more important, or is unrestrained freedom more important? Fellow Daoist, don't tell me you can't even distinguish this! "
Hongjun took a deep breath and stared at Cheng Hao without blinking.
"I can help you obtain the six Holy Positions, but you are not allowed to have any ideas about those three variables in the future! Also, the favor that I owe you previously will be written off! "
"Sure!" After drinking the tea in the cup, Cheng Hao nodded with a smile. "Then I'll go back first. I believe you won't let me down!"
Putting down the teacup, Cheng Hao took a step forward and arrived at the entrance of the palace. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at Hongjun.
"Fellow Daoist, you have the Jade Archive of Good Fortune with you. As long as you break free from the control of the Heavenly Dao, your future will be limitless."
"Fellow Daoist, what you seek is nothing more than freedom. What I seek is luck and merit. There isn't much conflict between us. If Fellow Daoist is willing, we can join forces in the future! "
At this time, Hongjun had already returned to his previous tranquil state. He waved his sleeves and opened the palace door.
"Let's talk about joining forces after I've thought it through!"
Cheng Hao nodded. This matter was not urgent. It would be best if Hongjun was willing to join forces. Even if he was unwilling, he could do it alone. However, it would be more troublesome to plan some things.
After leaving the Purple Cloud Palace, Cheng Hao took a step forward and returned to his Haotian Palace.
With a thought, a few lines of words appeared in the void.
"Heavenly Court", "Primeval World", "Netherworld"
Looking at these names in silence for a long time, Cheng Hao raised his hand and waved. A decree left Haotian Palace and landed in the hands of Minghe, who was far away in Dao Enlightenment City.
"Next, the Netherworld, the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and other matters should be put on the agenda."
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In Enlightenment City, Minghe looked at the decree in his hand. After he figured out what his master meant, he immediately turned into a ray of blood red light and vanished into the boundless space.
After continuous teleportation, Minghe arrived at the Houtu Ancestral Land, one of the twelve ancestral lands of the Wizard Tribe.
Each of the Twelve Ancestral Shamans possessed extraordinary strength and were born with some kind of innate skill. Rather than saying that they were innate gods, they were not innate gods. Rather than Innate Gods, it would be more appropriate to call them Chaos Demon Gods.
It was a pity that they were only comparable to Chaos Demon Gods in terms of their physical bodies and Divine Powers. Due to their murderous aura and strong physical bodies, their souls were almost all turned into nutrients to nourish their physical bodies.
Without souls, although their True Spirits were still there and their consciousness was not affected, it was impossible for them to cultivate their Primordial Spirits.
It was because of this that the Wizard Tribe was so strong. A group of Innate Gods? Few of them were willing to interact with them.
After all, there was no point in interacting with a group of fools who did not cultivate their Primordial Spirits and did not know what was good for them.
Today, Minghe came to the Wizard Tribe. He was the first Primeval God to visit the Wizard Tribe since the creation of the world.
"Who are you? What brings you to my Houtu Tribe?"
There was a Space Restriction in the ancestral lands of the Wizard Tribe. It was difficult to use space-related Divine Powers here. Therefore, when Minghe got close to the Wizard Tribe, he had to show himself and could not teleport forward.
"I am Minghe. I am here to visit Goddess Houtu. Please inform her of my arrival!"
In Minghe's eyes, the defense of the Magus Tribe's territory wasn't very tight. In the vast border area, there were only hundreds of strong Magus warriors patrolling the area, with maces in their hands. There wasn't a single high-level Senior Magus.
"Minghe? I know you. Goddess Houtu mentioned you when she talked about the Dao hearing in Haotian Palace! "
The bald Sorcerer, who seemed to be the leader, did not seem to be afraid of Minghe, who had come alone.
It could not be helped. This confidence came from the strength of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. Back then, the Demon Tribe was so powerful that they covered the sky and the sun when they came to besiege the Sorcerer Tribe. But they were still easily killed by the Ancestors of Sorcery.
"Wait a moment. The situation here has been reported. We will know whether Goddess Houtu is willing to see you or not!"
Perhaps it was the first time a god-level guest had visited. When the leader of the Witch Tribe looked at Minghe, he was full of curiosity. He kept glancing at Minghe and then at himself, as if he was comparing the differences between the two of them.
"Greetings, Taoist Minghe!"
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded in the void. Minghe turned his head and saw a beautiful woman in a plain veil slowly appear in the Restriction in front of him.
As a person who also attended the Dao hearing in Haotian Palace, Minghe recognized at a glance that the woman was the target of his trip, Ancestor Wizard Houtu of the twelve Wizard Ancestors.
"Greetings, Taoist Houtu. Please forgive me for visiting you so abruptly today!"
"Brother Minghe, you must be joking. As a subordinate of the Tao Ancestor, Houtu is very happy that you can come here!"
After greeting each other, Minghe came to the third floor of the Houtu Hall under the guidance of Houtu. After the host and the guest sat down, Minghe spoke directly.
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