Chapter 565

Before the Lingxiao Baodian, the Nine Dragons Sandalwood Palanquin was already waiting.

Fuxi, Nüwa, and Kunpeng stood to one side, their expressions varied.

In Fuxi's eyes was the solemnity of being unable to divine the future.

On Nüwa's face was a trace of sorrow for the fate of all living beings.

"Depart!"

With Di Jun's command, the Nine Dragons Sandalwood Palanquin transformed into a golden rainbow, once again tearing through the Nine Heavens and flying toward the boundless Chaos.

…

In the depths of Chaos, before the Zixiao Palace.

On the Bai Yu Guang Chang, it was already packed with people.

Thousands of mighty beings stood in clear formation, the atmosphere far more solemn and deadly than last time.

Everyone's gaze subtly drifted toward the six futons.

The Saint Positions!

This is the true highlight of this third discourse.

When the Nine Dragons Sandalwood Palanquin descended, nearly everyone's gaze converged, especially on Di Jun.

In their eyes were reverence, scrutiny, contempt, and above all, fighting spirit.

Di Jun paid no heed, still supporting Gu Yuan as he walked to the front row, conjuring two cloud chairs and sitting calmly.

Yuanshi Tianzun let out a cold snort, turned his head away, too lazy to look again.

In his view, after the Dao Discussion Grand Assembly, this Yao Clan Heavenly Court would likely become the greatest laughingstock of the Great Wasteland.

"Silence."

Haotian and Yaochi, the two child attendants, stepped forward, their clear voices silencing the plaza instantly.

The crowd filed in.

Still those six futons: the Three Purities, Nüwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, as immovable as ever in the front six.

Di Jun and Gu Yuan sat behind them, enjoying their unique seating treatment.

This time, no one objected.

Everyone's hearts and minds were firmly drawn to the impending "Saint Positions."

Soon, Hongjun's figure appeared silently upon the Dao Platform.

"Greetings, Ancestor of the Dao!" all bowed in unison.

"Sit."

Hongjun's voice remained as plain as ever, devoid of the slightest emotion.

He wasted no words, immediately beginning his lecture.

"Under the Heavenly Dao, Saints are undying and indestructible, enduring myriad calamities without wear..."

This time, Hongjun spoke not of specific cultivation methods, but of the relationship between Saints and the Heavenly Dao, how qi, merit, and law unite to ultimately achieve the supreme mystery of the Mixed Yuan Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Dao resonance filled the air, heaven rained flowers, earth sprouted golden lotuses.

Those within the hall listened, entranced and intoxicated.

This discourse, too, lasted three thousand years.

When Hongjun's voice ceased, all remained immersed in the boundless yearning for the Saint Realm, unable to extricate themselves.

"The three discourses are complete."

Hongjun opened his eyes, his plain gaze sweeping over those below.

"Under the Heavenly Dao, there shall arise Saints to educate all beings and order the Great Wasteland."

It has come!

At this moment, everyone's hearts leapt to their throats.

Only see Hongjun raise his hand, seven streams emitting Primordial Beginning aura, dreamlike and illusory purple currents, flying from his sleeves to hover above the hall.

"This is the Primordial Beginning Purple Qi, the foundation of Sanctification."

Hongjun's gaze first fell upon the Three Purities before him.

"Taqing, Yuqing, Shangqing, you three, transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, bearing the great merit of opening heaven, you shall become Saints."

Three strands of Primordial Beginning Purple Qi responded, flying into the glabella of Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tong Tian.

The three trembled, their faces lit with ecstasy, hastily bowing: "Thank you, Teacher!"

Upon the Primordial Beginning Purple Qi entering their bodies, they instantly sensed the supreme Great Way leading to the Saint Realm, as if following it step by step would make Sanctification imminent.

Hongjun slightly nodded, his gaze turning to Nüwa.

"Nüwa, you shall accrue great merit in the Great Wasteland, and thus may become a Saint."

The fourth strand of Primordial Beginning Purple Qi flew into Nüwa's glabella.

Nüwa stared for a moment, then realized, hastily bowing in thanks.

Having done this, Hongjun's gaze fell upon the last two futons.

Jieyin and Zhunti, already trembling with excitement, their faces full of longing.

"Though you two are not of Eastern birth, you also possess the heart for the Dao, you may establish a teaching, educate a region, and complete the Heavenly Dao."

Two more strands of Primordial Beginning Purple Qi flew out, entering each of their hands.

Jieyin and Zhunti wept with joy, kowtowing repeatedly, murmuring "Thank you, Teacher, for your compassion."

Thus, the six futons, the six strands of Primordial Beginning Purple Qi, all found their recipients.

The thousands of mighty beings behind watched, their eyes reddened.

Especially Hongyun Laozu, seated beside Di Jun, he glanced at the empty space beside him, then at the purple qi divided among the six, his face full of envy and loss.

However, no one had expected this.

Hongjun's gaze, after distributing the six strands of Purple Qi, did not stop.

He passed over the six disciples and landed directly on the Yao Clan Heavenly Emperor sitting on the Yun Chair behind them, with a calm expression — Di Jun.

And at this moment, everyone discovered that there was actually still a strand of Primordial Beginning Purple Qi suspended above this Da Dian.

The seventh strand!

"Di Jun."

Hongjun's voice rang out once more.

"You rule the Yao Clan, established the Heavenly Court, organized the Zhou Tian Star Array, and have also rendered Great Achievement to Heaven and Earth."

"We wish to accept you as the seventh Chuan Tong Disciple, bestow upon you this final strand of Primordial Beginning Purple Qi, to aid you in proving the Dao early; are you willing?"

Boom!

As these words fell, the entire Zixiao Palace instantly erupted into an uproar!

Chuan Tong Disciple!

The weight of these four characters is heavier than the previous six Pútuán combined!

The Three Purities and the others, although they obtained Primordial Beginning Purple Qi and gained the foundation of a Saint Position, in the end, are merely Ji Ming Disciples.

Yet Hongjun now intends to accept Di Jun as a Guanmen Disciple, a true heir to the mantle!

In an instant, countless gazes — envy, jealousy, shock, unwillingness... — all fell uniformly upon Di Jun.

Yuanshi Tianzun's complexion instantly became incomparably ugly.

He could not understand no matter what: he, the dignified Primordial Orthodoxy, actually could not compare to a bald feathered beast wearing fur and horns?

Jieyin and Zhunti nearly crushed the Primordial Beginning Purple Qi they had just obtained in their hands.

They had exhausted their schemes, crying to heaven and shouting to earth to beg for their Saint Positions, yet before the status of a "Chuan Tong Disciple," it was simply like something picked up from the roadside.

Kunpeng's body froze; his mind went completely blank.

Chuan Tong Disciple... if Di Jun becomes a Saint's disciple, then his Yao Clan Heavenly Court, would it not truly become eternal for ten thousand ages, permanently suppressing the Great Wasteland?

Hou Tu watched this scene, a trace of worry flashing in her beautiful eyes.

If Di Jun achieves Sanctification, with his Hegemonic Way disposition, between the Wu and Yao, I fear there will no longer be the slightest room for maneuver.

"Elder Brother, what to do?" Gonggong's voice was also filled with anxiety and unease.

"Do not be tense, all of you."

Di Jiang's gaze was deep, staring tightly at Di Jun, and at that white-robed youth beside him who had been abnormally calm from beginning to end, his voice low and forceful:

"Matters have not yet reached the final step; it is not necessarily... without a turning point."