Chapter 57 Hongjun Zixiao Palace Becomes a Saint

The world is long and time is fleeting. Tens of thousands of years have passed in a flash.

On this day, Yuanshi was discussing Taoism and drinking tea with his two brothers. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked towards the neighboring West Kunlun. He said something inexplicably:

"Hongjun is going to become a saint. The era of saints is coming!"

"What?"

The two people beside him didn't understand the reason. They felt that Yuanshi's words were meaningful, but they couldn't figure it out. But the next moment, they knew what it meant.

The next moment, a strong pressure came from between heaven and earth. Under this pressure, all the creatures in the prehistoric world felt a sense of resistance to the power of heaven. All the creatures knelt on the ground and struggled. The great supernatural powers felt that this pressure was even stronger, because they could feel that this pressure itself was not intertwined with magic power, but a kind of momentum. To be more precise, it was a gap in realm, just like using the realm of Daluo Jinxian to suppress a small celestial being.

It was just a few breaths of time. There was a huge gap between being able to hold on for one breath and holding on for two breaths. Three breaths passed, and there were only a few people who had not yet knelt in the prehistoric world. These people were all people who would shine in the prehistoric world in the future.

In the fourth breath, the Red Cloud Patriarch of Huoyun Cave sighed and knelt on the ground. Another breath passed, and Zhen Yuanzi of Wanshou Mountain could not hold on and knelt on the ground. When the sixth breath came, the two Yuan Tu and Abi beside the Blood Sea Minghe hummed softly, and the Minghe collapsed to the ground. At the same time, the Kunpeng Patriarch of Beiming Palace also collapsed to the ground.

When the seventh breath was about to come, the Hetu Luoshu and Chaos Bell on the heads of Dijun Taiyi also fell down weakly. The two demon emperors had to surrender. At the same time, Fuxi of Buzhou Mountain also had a trace of loneliness in his eyes and knelt on the ground.

At this moment, only a few who would become saints in the future could hold on.

As soon as the seventh breath came, Zhunti of the Western Lingshan roared, but could not hold on. At the same time, Nuwa of Buzhou Mountain was also pale and knelt on the ground.

Just as the seventh breath was about to end, the Western Jieyin Taoist knelt on the ground because he could not hold on any longer.

The seventh breath was like a harvester, harvesting all the great gods in the prehistoric world in an instant. Now the only ones who can hold on are the Three Pure Ones of the Three Pure Ones Holy Land of Kunlun Mountain.

But only Yuanshi and his three companions were seen. Yuanshi had a Buzhou Divine Seal on his head to resist the pressure of heaven and earth. The pressure of Hongjun's sainthood could not get close to Yuanshi at all. Yuanshi did not change his expression, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and smiled at Laozi and Tongtian who were still trying to resist the pressure of the saints.

I saw Laozi holding the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda on his head, and the Xuanhuang Qi spread down, forming a field to resist the pressure of heaven and earth. Tongtian held the Qingping Sword, and the sword intent burst out to resist the power of heaven. The sword intent did not disperse, and the will did not fall. Although he was sweating profusely, he still did not give up.

The eighth breath passed...

The ninth breath passed...

When the tenth breath came, suddenly, the pressure dissipated, purple air echoed above the nine heavens, heavenly music floated, thousands of flowers bloomed, fragrance filled the air, thousands of beasts roared, and the immortal music rose up, mysterious and mysterious.

Above the sky, the wind and clouds rolled back, and there were thousands of auspicious clouds floating in the sky, golden flowers fell from the sky, and golden lotuses emerged from the ground. From under the earth, along the east direction, a vast purple air stretched endlessly, covering the nine heavens, the sky shook, the sun, the moon, and the stars swayed, and countless creatures were terrified and worshiped towards the east.

The heaven and earth evolved into many avenues. In a moment, countless creatures on the primitive land, plants, animals, rare treasures, and countless creatures were enlightened, and some were even able to transform into mortals.

"Hiss! Such a strange sight, purple air coming from the east for 30,000 miles, auspicious clouds, auspicious air floating in the sky, golden lotus emerging from the ground, what exactly happened?!"

At this moment, except for Yuanshi, the most powerful Daluo Jinxian cultivators, such as Laozi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Zhenyuanzi... and others, took a breath and their eyelids twitched wildly.

At this moment, countless cultivators only saw that in the eastern part of the prehistoric world, in a fairy mountain Taoist temple, a huge holy light rose into the sky. This light was magnificent, shaking the sky, and the rolling majesty spread in all directions. Then, the cultivators could see that in the holy light, an old man with a strange face and wearing a black Taoist robe appeared. He rose into the air and headed for the outside of the thirty-three heavens. At the same time, a mighty song of the great way came from the nine heavens:

"Lying high on the nine-layer cloud, I have realized the truth of the Tao.

Beyond the dark and yellow heaven and earth, I shall be the master of the sect.

Pangu gave birth to Taiji, and the two yin and yang and four images followed.

The leader of the Xuanmen sect, one breath transformed into Hongjun."

"I am Hongjun. Today I have attained the Tao and become a saint. A hundred years later, I will preach in the Zixiao Palace outside the thirty-three heavens. Anyone who is predestined can come."

If this Taoist is not Hongjun, who else could it be? At this moment, he has become a saint, but he is heading for the outside of the thirty-three heavens, and will open up the Zixiao Palace in the chaos.

"Hongjun Taoist? Become a saint! Preach in the Zixiao Palace a hundred years later?" All living beings were shocked, and they were all wondering who this Hongjun Taoist was, and how he could be so powerful, and what a saint was?

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

...

Countless streams of light rushed out from all over the prehistoric world. Although most creatures didn't know what was happening, many great masters knew that this was a great opportunity that couldn't be missed. They immediately woke up from their retreat, some riding on auspicious clouds, and some turning into long rainbows and flying towards the direction of chaos.

"Brother, shall we go?"

The two of them looked at Yuanshi, wanting him to make the decision.

"Go, since there is a saint preaching, how can you not go? It's good to get some scriptures. Besides, even if you can't get any scriptures, you should get some benefits. A saint should have a lot of treasures."

Yuan Shi would naturally not go. He knew that the three brothers were destined to be saints of the heavenly way. If they didn't go at this moment, wouldn't it be a variable?

Laozi and Tongtian rolled their eyes and didn't take Yuan Shi's last words to heart. Are you going just for other people's treasures? However, when they heard that they were going to listen to the teachings, they also felt that they should go.

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, there is an endless world of chaos!

The powerful people of the prehistoric world came to this vast and boundless place, and this color always belongs to the gray chaos.

This is chaos!

The world was created by Pangu from the chaos, and Pangu, the great god who created the chaos, was born from this chaos.

The three thousand chaos demons were born according to the laws of the three thousand great ways, and they were born to control the laws and were favored by the great ways.

In this chaos, except for the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods who can walk and live freely, any other living being that enters this chaos will be eroded and assimilated by the most primitive power, the chaotic energy, and will be assimilated into a part of the vast chaotic energy in a short time.

At this moment, the monks who went to the chaos to listen to the Tao are entering the chaos one after another, but how can this Tao be heard so easily. Hongjun set up this Taoist temple in the chaos, which naturally has his deep meaning. It is said that anyone with a predestined relationship can come, but what does this predestined relationship mean?

There is only one purpose for setting up the Taoist temple in the chaos, that is, you have enough cultivation to protect yourself in the chaos, so that you can survive in the chaos. It is not enough to survive, and you must find the Zixiao Palace in this vast chaos to be considered predestined. At this time, you are naturally a predestined person, and you can listen to the way of the saints in the Zixiao Palace.

But these monks don’t know the power of chaos. How can it be so easy to pass through chaos?