With someone taking the lead, the rest could not wait any longer. They used their Magic Skills or took out their magic weapons to enter the Chaos. However, the danger in the Chaos was not a joke. Every now and then, some practitioners would lose their lives if they were not careful.
River Styx looked around. He thought he could see Chang Xi and Wangshu, but now it seemed that they did not come to listen to Hongjun's preaching. Relying on the sensing of the Red Lotus of Fire, they seemed to be still in the Lunar Star. If it were thousands of years ago, River Styx might have been disappointed, but now he did not feel anything.
Everything followed fate. Seeing more and more people entering the Chaos, River Styx did not stay any longer. He stepped into the Chaos directly. His Qi of Blood was surging and nothing could touch him. He moved forward without any hindrance. However, River Styx had no clue where the Purple Cloud Palace was.
Not long after, a simple and unadorned palace appeared in front of River Styx, which surprised River Styx. He did not look for it deliberately. Instead, the Purple Cloud Palace appeared on his way. When River Styx landed outside the palace, many practitioners had already arrived. Was this the so-called fate?
At this time, the gate of the Purple Cloud Palace had not been opened. All those who came to listen to the preaching could only wait outside. River Styx was not in a hurry. Looking at the practitioners arriving one after another, thousands of practitioners had gathered outside the gate. After a long time, no one came from the Chaos.
At this time, two boys opened the gate and walked out. They were a boy and a girl, both of whom were handsome and cute. They bowed and said, "The Purple Cloud Palace has been opened. Please come in." As soon as the two boys finished speaking, the crowd rushed in eagerly.
River Styx walked in unhurriedly. Before entering the palace, he deliberately looked at the two boys. Were they the future Jade Emperor Hao Tian and Queen Mother Yao Chi? They were good-looking and had extraordinary aptitudes. Although they looked like children, their cultivation was much stronger than Liu Er and Chi Xuan.
When they entered the main hall, they saw six prayer mats placed in front of the high platform. The high platform was the place where Hong Jun preached. These six prayer mats were naturally not that simple. Everyone immediately swarmed forward, wanting to snatch this seat.
Three figures worked together to force the crowd away. With a flash of clear light, three people had already sat on the first three futons. They were Lao Tzu, Yuanshi, and Tongtian. As soon as they entered the palace, they felt that there was a great Fated Chance on the futons. As brothers working as one and with their own powerful cultivation, they easily grabbed the three seats.
After all, this was the Purple Cloud Palace, the Taoist rite of the first Sage of the Great Desolation. The crowd did not dare to act recklessly and could only rely on their own abilities to grab the seats. Since the first three seats were taken, they could only grab the remaining three. As for grabbing Sanqing's seat, no one dared to do so. Not to mention that Sanqing was not weak, it would not be good if she offended Hongjun Sage.
In the crowd, Fuxi protected Nüwa all the way forward. At last, he pushed Nüwa directly to the fourth seat. He wanted to grab the fifth seat himself, but he saw two figures rush up and occupy the fifth and sixth seats directly.
The fifth seat was occupied by a Daoist with eagle eyes and a hooked nose. He was the Kun Peng Daoist who was born in the Northern Underworld Sea. The sixth seat was occupied by a red-robed Daoist who was transformed from a red cloud. He was Ancestor Hong Yun. The two of them managed to snatch the last two seats with their speed.
Since all six seats had been taken, the crowd had to give up. They each found a place to sit and waited for Hongjun Sage to preach. Of course, there were also those who did not participate in the fight for the seats. That was River Styx. As soon as he entered the palace, River Styx found a remote corner and sat down. He looked coldly at the crowd who were fighting for the seats.
River Styx knew that the six cattail hassocks represented the six Sages. If he wanted to fight for it, he naturally had the opportunity to do so. However, he was not interested in fighting for it. Although becoming a Tendo Sage seemed to be very impressive, there were pros and cons to attaching one's Primordial Spirit to the Tendo of the Great Desolation. In the long run, the disadvantages outweighed the advantages.
The Sages attached their Primordial Spirits to the Tendo of the Great Desolation and reached the state of immortality. They could even borrow part of the power of the Tendo during battle. However, if the Great Desolation was destroyed and the Sages did not retrieve the Primordial Spirits attached to the Tendo of the Great Desolation, they would only perish together with the Great Desolation.
Although no one knew when the Great Desolation would be destroyed, it was better to be safe than sorry. Moreover, in River Styx's eyes, all external forces were illusory. Only one's own strength was the way to go. River Styx had already found his own way. The shortcut of becoming a Sage of the Tendo was not attractive to him.
River Styx glanced at the people in the palace. Including himself, there were a total of two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight people. He could not help but frown. Two people suddenly barged in from the entrance of the palace. They were in an extremely sorry state. It was obvious that they had suffered a lot in the Chaos. Therefore, there were exactly three thousand people. They were the so-called Three Thousand Guests of the Mortal World.
The last two people to enter, one of them had a sad face as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. He was Summon from the West. The other person had big ears and a face of good fortune. Although he had a dignified appearance, he was actually Zhunti, the most shameless person in the Great Desolation. The two of them were far away in the West, so they arrived much later than the others.
When Zhunti saw that there were no seats left, he immediately looked at Summon anxiously. Summon was helpless. He sighed softly and put on a bitter face. When Zhunti saw that his Senior Brother was also helpless, he immediately became angry and said, "Senior Brother, the two of us came from the West to seek the Dao for the lost people. We worked so hard to come here, but we can't even get a seat. If we can't hear the Dao clearly, we will be ashamed of the West. If that's the case, we might as well die. "He pretended to hit his head against the pillar and die.
However, there was nothing much in the world except for groups of fools. When Hongyun saw Zhunti's performance, she became anxious. She quickly stood up and said, "Daoist Friend, you have great perseverance and wisdom. You have the heart to seek the Dao for the people. I can't compare to you. I don't mind giving this seat to you."
Zhunti was extremely shameless. When he heard Hongyun's words, he immediately stopped his posture and sat down on the seat. He swayed from side to side and then turned to Hongyun and said, "Thank you, Daoist Friend, for your kindness. It would be impolite of me to refuse."
Hongyun was an honest person. She didn't get angry when she saw this. She just found a place behind Zhen Yuanzi and sat down to meditate. When everyone saw Zhunti's performance, they all looked at him with disdain. After Zhunti sat down, he expressed his goodwill to the people in front of him. Only the Primeval Lord of Heaven chatted with him. The others ignored him.
At this time, Zhunti turned around and said to Kunpeng, "This is the place where the Sage preaches the Dao. How can a feathered beast like you defile this place? Quickly give this seat to my Senior Brother. " When the Primeval Lord of Heaven Yuanshi heard this, he also said, "That's right. How can a feathered beast like you sit on the same level as me? Quickly leave."
Lao Tzu didn't move at all, as if he didn't hear what the Primeval Lord of Heaven said. The Tongtian also didn't say anything. He sat on his seat and closed his eyes to rest. Goddess Nüwa was a little unhappy. She was also a demon, but the Primeval Lord of Heaven scolded her as well. However, she didn't want to offend the Primeval Lord of Heaven, so she followed the example of Lao Tzu and closed her eyes to rest. Kunpeng saw that everyone was looking at him with hostility, so he couldn't do anything. He stood up and glared at Hongyun before walking away.
When Summon sat on Kunpeng's seat, Kunpeng was naturally furious. If Hongyun didn't give up her seat, he wouldn't have been ostracized by everyone and lost his seat. He couldn't help but hate Hongyun. Hongyun, on the other hand, acted as if she didn't realize it. She sat beside her good friend Zhen Yuanzi and chatted softly.
River Styx, who was in a corner far away, sneered. This Zhunti was really shameless. The Primeval Lord of Heaven wasn't a broad-minded person either. River Styx's smile deepened as he looked at Hongyun not far away. Hongyun was known as a nice guy during the Great Desolation. However, because he wasn't weak and was friends with Zhen Yuanzi, he had done well during the Great Desolation.
However, from River Styx's point of view, Hongyun was simply courting death. What were cultivators most afraid of? Karma and karma. Hongyun was a busybody. Although he didn't have any karma to entangle himself with, he had created quite a lot of karma. Especially this time, if he didn't give up his seat first, Kunpeng wouldn't have lost its seat. Such karma would be difficult to resolve.
River Styx naturally didn't care about Hongyun's life or death. What he cared about was whether Hongyun would obtain the foundation of the Great Dao like in myths and legends. If that was the case, then Hongyun would definitely die. The first to come after him would probably be Kunpeng.
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