69novels Chapter 16 The Dispute in Front of Zixiao Palace
Chapter 16 The Dispute in Front of Zixiao Palace
Chapter 16 The Dispute in Front of Zixiao Palace
Zhen Yuanzi stood firmly on the earth's membrane, and his words struck like thunder, startling the many overjoyed people.
Everyone calmed down and looked at the plaque above their heads with puzzled expressions.
Yes, it is indeed the three characters "鈭逍宫".
All three characters are correct, and they also match the place where the Dao was preached, as stated by the Hongjun Ancestor when he transmitted his voice to the four directions.
However, as soon as they arrived at the border of chaos, they saw the Purple Cloud Palace.
It is perfectly reasonable for Zhen Yuanzi to raise questions now!
Just as everyone was at a loss, a young man carrying a seven-stringed zither suddenly walked towards the gate of the Taoist palace.
With each step he took, a black and white yin-yang symbol was reflected on the ground, a truly mysterious sight.
Everyone realized that this fellow Daoist must have gone to knock on the door.
"Elder brother! This is the Purple Cloud Palace, the sacred site of a sage. We must not act rashly!"
A woman's slightly anxious voice rang out, clear and melodious like jade beads falling from large and small plates.
The young girl, dressed in a blue palace gown, was so beautiful that she seemed to belong to another world.
She stood tall and graceful, with an elegant and proud figure, and her skin was as white as jade.
What is most stunning is the ethereal light surrounding her, which makes her appear even more otherworldly.
This young girl is none other than Nuwa, the goddess who will create the human race in the future.
The young man carrying a seven-stringed zither, who was about to knock on the door, was her elder brother, Fuxi.
"Little sister, you've been stuck at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm for 100,000 years, just one step away from the middle stage."
Fuxi turned to Nuwa and said, "Without the right opportunity, you might not have broken through at all. There is definitely an opportunity for you in this Zixiao Palace."
It would be impolite to knock on the door so abruptly; how could he not know that?
However, the thought of gaining an opportunity to break through his cultivation level and bringing a smile to his sister's face instantly boosted Fuxi's courage.
Nuwa was moved and tried her best to dissuade him, as she did not want her brother to be disliked by the sage because of her.
Many powerful beings secretly rolled their eyes at Fuxi upon seeing this scene.
You're the only one with a younger sister?
So you're the only one who's obsessed with spoiling your sister?
None of us dare to knock on the door, yet you're so brave!
"Fellow Daoist, if you are worried that your brother will be punished by the Sage, I will go in his place."
At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a red robe walked out cheerfully. His appearance immediately brought a sense of peace and tranquility to everyone's hearts.
Without years of philanthropy, one cannot cultivate such a noble and righteous spirit.
He is Hongyun, whose origins are the first colorful cloud in the world.
Fuxi looked at Hongyun warily, then smiled and said, "Thank you, fellow Daoist, but there's no need."
Zhen Yuanzi glared angrily at Hongyun, but his expression softened slightly upon hearing Fuxi's refusal. He then looked at Hongyun and said, "What nonsense are you spouting? What kind of supernatural power do you possess that you can withstand the displeasure of a sage?"
"Fellow Daoist!" Hongyun said with a smile, "If you ask me, Senior Hongjun is a pioneer on the path of cultivation. In his eyes, we are like children. The love of an elder is characterized by benevolence and compassion."
"Gentlemen, why did the Sage Hongjun choose to establish the Zixiao Palace on the edge of chaos?"
He strolled among the crowd, confident, poised, and upright.
Many powerful beings looked at him with curiosity, waiting for him to answer their questions.
With his hands behind his back and eyes closed, Hongyun said with emotion, "It is precisely because the Sage is worried that our cultivation is too weak to overcome the chaotic gales."
"He simply used his great magical power to move his dojo to the edge of chaos, all for our convenience!"
Upon hearing his explanation, some of the powerful beings, gazing at the towering Zixiao Palace, whose height was hundreds of millions of feet, looked even more solemn with respect.
"Hongyun, he possesses great wisdom!"
"That's right, that's what I think too."
People were talking amongst themselves, looking at Hongyun with admiration.
At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a Taoist robe, with a sharp look between his brows, seemed unable to bear it any longer. He suddenly flicked his sleeve and said arrogantly, "This is utter nonsense! Even if a sage were to show mercy, the task of calling for the gate should be undertaken by us, the Three Pure Ones. We are the true descendants of Pangu, and only with our rank would we not dishonor the sage!"
"Let me make this clear: anyone who dares to beat my three brothers to it will surely die if the Emperor punishes them."
Originally, everyone here sang praises to Hongjun, their voices filled with enthusiasm.
But as the voice of the Primordial Daoist rang out, all that could be heard was the distant howling of the chaotic winds.
The words of the Primordial One were so domineering; the last sentence, "Death is certain," struck everyone's hearts like a resounding bell.
Laozi, one of the Three Pure Ones, remained silent with his eyes lowered when he heard Yuanshi's words, as if he had been sleeping standing up from the beginning until now.
Tongtian Daoren, standing to the side, frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "Second brother, all living beings are a legacy of the Father God. This matter of calling the door is such a small thing, there should be no distinction between noble and lowly."
Yuanshi felt slightly dissatisfied upon hearing Tongtian's words, but he did not refute his brother.
"You're all arguing about such a small thing, isn't that pointless?"
Suddenly, just as everyone was undecided, a voice that sounded rather irritable came from afar.
It was like a thunderclap descending from the sky, making people's ears ring; it was extremely wild.
As everyone looked, they saw twelve tall figures, exuding a strong aura of malevolence, descending into the void in front of the Dao Palace.
Those were the Twelve Ancestral Witches!
In the arena, pairs of awe-inspiring eyes were fixed on the twelve figures.
As Di Jun and Tai Yi recalled the frictions with the Wu Clan over the years, their eyes revealed a fearless hatred.
The person from the Wu tribe who spoke earlier was Zhu Rong, whose body was wreathed in fire snakes. He was a tall and robust man with eyes like huge, fiery bronze bells, the raging flames within them seemingly capable of burning the heavens and earth.
Dijiang led his group of witches down to the ground. Looking at the group of powerful cultivators, he smiled and said, "No need to call for the door. We brothers will just break it down. Wouldn't that solve the problem?"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had come intending to hear from Hongjun about his methods for shaping primordial spirits, but instead, they found themselves arguing amongst themselves.
I couldn't resist coming over to help.
Having said that, the twelve ancestral witches arrived at the palace gate and were about to swing their arms, which were as large as ancient divine mountains, to destroy the palace gate!
Everyone: "..."
Just as everyone was shocked by the Twelve Ancestral Witches' arrogance and recklessness, they saw the gate of Zixiao Palace in front of them slowly widening, and the gate was actually slowly opening...
All eyes turned to him.
The gaps in the palace doors widened, and a surge of purple energy swept out, instantly enveloping everyone.
This vast purple aura, as thick and heavy as a divine mountain, and as imposing as the heavens and the sea!
It was unsettling, and all the magical power in one's body seemed to solidify at that moment.
This is truly terrifying!
"How dare you!"
A fierce shout, like the wrath of heaven and the punishment of thunder, suddenly arrived, and countless powerful beings were instantly terrified.
Looking out, a boy dressed in golden robes stepped out of Zixiao Palace, holding a black rope swirling with malevolent energy in his hands.
(End of this chapter)