91: Chapter 91 Six Saints Become Masters and the Supreme Treasure is Bestowed

The three thousand listeners held their breath, their gazes locked tightly onto Hongjun on the Dao platform.

At this moment, Hongjun's state was incredibly profound and strange: his entire body was suffused with Dao rhythm, ten thousand rays of auspicious light radiated out, and all the paths of heaven and earth resonated with a thunderous roar.

Behind him, the heavenly dao wheel extended three thousand chains of divine order, dancing in the void like tentacles, brilliant and dazzling, reflecting him like a supreme ruler, solemn and inviolable.

And Hongjun's originally calm and expressionless face was now constantly changing, sometimes beaming with joy, sometimes furrowing in pain, sometimes glaring with anger, sometimes weeping with a lowered head...

It was as if he were personally experiencing the hundred flavors of the human world, tasting all the suffering of sentient beings.

An unknown amount of time passed, perhaps a thousand years, or perhaps hundreds of millions of years.

Finally, the three thousand chains of divine order dancing in the air slowly retracted, sinking into Hongjun's body one by one.

Hongjun's body suddenly jolted, and an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth swept out.

In an instant, everyone inside Zixiao Palace fell prostrate on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, their faces showing expressions of terror.

The entire palace also shook violently, as if it were about to collapse.

Clang— Clang— Clang—

Bursts of mysterious sounds rang out, and the heavenly dao wheel behind Hongjun gradually merged with his physical body, causing his momentum to skyrocket frantically.

Rumble—

The chaotic region where Zixiao Palace was located surged with a terrifying upheaval, as endless chaotic Qi rolled incessantly, evolving into various terrifying phenomena such as earth, water, wind, and fire.

At the same time, a vast and incomparable heavenly dao pressure descended upon the Great Wilderness, and in an instant, countless creatures knelt on the ground, unable to rise.

Only the Pangu Clan Ancestral Land and the Human Race Ancestral Land at the foot of Mount Buzhou remained safe and sound, unaffected.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones had solemn expressions, a strong sense of unease rising in their hearts.

Within the Samsara Realm, in the Small Netherworld Underworld, on the banks of the Yellow Springs, Nuwa, who was practicing with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, her gaze lightly sweeping across a certain part of the void before returning to silence and entering meditation once more.

In the Great Yin Realm, on the Nine Nether Continent, in Fengdu City.

The Fengdu Emperor stepped out from the palace gates, his expression solemn, a heavy look hidden in his brow, as he whispered: "[Tianzun... has ultimately stepped ahead of me]."

Clang—

The sound of a great bell vibrated out from the depths of Chaos, like a dragon's roar in the nine heavens, echoing throughout the entire Great Wilderness.

"Merge!"

"Merge!"

The universe shook violently, the ten thousand paths resonated, the heavens cracked, and the laws roared.

The vast and boundless will of the heavenly dao enveloped all worlds, and the minds of all living beings trembled, causing them to bow their heads involuntarily.

Outside Chaos, inside Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun's long-closed eyes slowly opened, and the terrifying pressure that had once swept across the universe quietly retracted; the turbulent palace returned to peace.

In an instant, everyone in the hall felt an instinctive fear surge from the depths of their souls, as if the one sitting on the high platform was not the Dao Ancestor of the past, but the invisible and formless, supreme origin of the Great Wilderness's heavenly dao.

His eyes were cold, looking down upon all living beings as if they were dust and ants.

The immortals lay prostrate on the ground, as quiet as cicadas in winter, not even daring to let their breathing fluctuate in the slightest.

For a moment, one could hear a pin drop in Zixiao Palace; it was as silent as an abyss.

After a long time, Hongjun finally opened his lips, his voice mysterious and unpredictable, interwoven with the voices of men, women, old, and young, sounding like a thousand people speaking at once, making it suffocatingly oppressive.

"This seat follows the path of heaven, educating all spirits, preaching the holy laws three times, spanning nine thousand Yuanhui."

The three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace kowtowed together, shouting: "The Dao Ancestor's merit is boundless!"

Hongjun's expression remained unchanged as he continued: "However, the sentient beings of the Great Wilderness are ignorant; only you three thousand Zixiao guests have heard the true Dao. The heavenly dao is merciful, and all beings are equal; you should widely spread the holy laws. All who preach the Dao shall receive the protection of the heavenly dao and be bestowed with heavenly dao merit as a reward!"

"Spread the holy Dao! Gain heavenly dao merit!"

Everyone was overjoyed upon hearing this, knowing that this was an order for them to promote the Three Corpses Enlightenment method, and for every person they taught, they would receive a gift from the heavenly dao.

They immediately bowed again, declaring in unison: "We will surely make the holy Dao spread throughout the world, so that all living beings have a path to cultivate!"

Hongjun nodded slightly, his cold eyes slowly sweeping over the six individuals: Haotian, Yaochi, Zhenyuanzi, Kunpeng, Jieyin, and Zhunti.

The six felt a chill in their hearts, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and they quickly lowered their heads to avoid his gaze, not daring to look directly.

"You have a predestined affinity with the heavenly dao; are you willing to take this seat as your master?" Hongjun said calmly.

"We are willing!" The six responded hastily, then straightened their clothes and bowed, performing the grand ceremony of taking a master.

"Greetings, Teacher!"

Hongjun nodded, waved his sleeve, and a purple-gold great seal flew out into the air, landing directly in Haotian's hands.

"This is the Nine Dragon Emperor Seal, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. It contains a wisp of the Sovereign Origin and has an affinity with you; in the future, you can use this to achieve a great undertaking," Hongjun said.

Haotian was ecstatic, holding the seal in both hands and prostrating to give thanks: "Thank you, Teacher, for the treasure!"

Everyone in the hall looked on, their eyes full of envy and jealousy.

Then Hongjun waved his sleeve again, and two items flew before Yaochi.

"The Peach Spiritual Root and the Plain Colored Cloud Boundary Flag are bestowed upon you together."

Yaochi was filled with a mixture of surprise and joy, kowtowing as she accepted them, steadily taking the two treasures.

The crowd was in an uproar again—the Peach Spiritual Root was ranked among the ten great innate spiritual roots, and the Plain Colored Cloud Boundary Flag was one of the Five Directional Flags of Heaven and Earth, a supreme treasure among top-grade innate spiritual treasures!

Seeing Hongjun bestow three supreme treasures in succession, the breathing in the hall suddenly became heavy, and people's hearts were stirred.

Subsequently, Zhenyuanzi, Kunpeng, Jieyin, and Zhunti each received a dharma treasure, and everyone obtained a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

What Kunpeng received was particularly astonishing—the four swords of zhuxian! Although they were damaged due to the past war between Dao and Demon and the formation map was lost, causing their grade to drop, their sharpness remained, and they were still peerless divine weapons.

"Thank you, Teacher, for the treasure!" Haotian and the others bowed deeply again.

At this time, the other listeners could not bear the injustice in their hearts and began to complain one after another, questioning why Hongjun was favoring some over others.

"Very well," Hongjun spoke calmly, and with a roll of his sleeve, a treasure cliff flew out of the palace and hung above the square in the outer void.

"On the Treasure Distribution Cliff are various spiritual treasures I have collected in the past; you may each take them according to your own destiny."

Before his voice had even faded, everyone's blood was boiling, and they scrambled out of Zixiao Palace, lunging toward the Treasure Distribution Cliff.

Among them, Haotian and the other five were the fastest, arriving first and quickly seizing the heavy treasures on the cliff.

After everyone had left, Hongjun's voice echoed leisurely within Zixiao Palace:

"The Grand Dao is fifty, and the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine. From now on, Hongjun is the heavenly dao, but the heavenly dao is not Hongjun."

Boom—

The palace gates suddenly closed, and heaven and earth returned to silence.

...

Central Great Wilderness, Human Race Ancestral Land.

Since the ancient human race first appeared between heaven and earth, they had taken root and flourished in a secluded valley on the eastern foothills of Mount Buzhou, multiplying for generations. Over time, this place was honored as the Human Race Ancestral Land.

On the southern edge of this valley, three towering mountain peaks rose from the ground, their bodies engraved with ancient and mysterious divine patterns of heaven and earth, named Mount Taiqing, Mount Yuqing, and Mount Shangqing respectively, collectively known as the 'Three Pure Mountains'!

The Three Pure Mountains were the dojos established by the three saints—Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing—in the Human Race Ancestral Land. Every Yuanhui, the Three Pure Ones would descend here to set up an altar and preach, teaching the human race cultivation methods, answering questions, and delivering all beings.

Therefore, whenever it was time for a sermon, the area around the Three Pure Mountains would gather an immeasurable number of humans, surging in like a tide.

Now was precisely the time for another cycle of Yuanhui change, and the Three Pure Ones once again ascended the altar to preach.

At this moment, on the three mountain peaks, Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian each occupied a peak, sitting cross-legged in the void, speaking true words with voices like great bells that penetrated heaven and earth.

Golden lotuses surged from the earth, and purple Qi came billowing from the east; various phenomena appeared above the Three Pure Mountains, a magnificent and grand scene that people yearned for.