Chapter 192: The Shock and Anger of the Master of Heaven

East of the foot of Mount Buzhou, the Six-Eared Macaque gazed at the towering Heavenly Pillar before him, his mind drifting away.

"This time, I will surely be able to see the senior!" Feeling the powerful might rushing toward him, the Six-Eared Macaque murmured in a low voice.

Earlier, when Hongjun preached at Purple Heaven Palace, although he lacked the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal and could not go to the Chaos, he had relied on his innate divine ability to still hear Hongjun's sermon.

Who would have thought that a dignified Saint would be so petty, using the phrase "the Law is not transmitted to the six-eared" to break his divine ability and even wound him severely.

When he was injured and fell to the foot of Mount Buzhou, it was a majestic figure who saved and healed him.

At the time, his mind was muddled, and the Six-Eared Macaque only saw the other's back—it was a stone man.

And in all these years on Mount Buzhou, he had finally discovered the identity of that benefactor.

He had seen him from afar but had never been able to thank him in person; today, as Tian Yuan preached, he finally had the good fortune to face him directly.

In the distance, figures kept flying in, gathering at the foot of Mount Buzhou, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Thinking of the Hunyuan Dao that Tian Yuan had spoken of earlier, the Six-Eared Macaque felt equally excited in his heart.

Glancing toward the direction of the Chaos, a flash of annoyance could be seen in his eyes.

That Hongjun was called the Dao Ancestor by all living beings in the Great Desolation, yet he set his sermons in the Chaos; later, the Six-Eared Macaque heard that many Great Luo Golden Immortals had died on the journey.

Senior Tian Yuan was truly righteous, preaching directly on Mount Buzhou; this was the true spreading of the Dao to the Great Desolation.

For some reason, the Heavenly Pillar before him appeared even more sacred and solemn in his eyes.

The many living beings all around, whether seeing Mount Buzhou for the first time or having been near it many times, all wore this same expression.

In the northern sky, fluorescent light flickered; Kunpeng escaped from the void, his face looking very ugly.

After Minghe became a Saint, he had gone into deep seclusion, attempting to create living beings capable of surviving in Beiming.

He had gone through great hardships, combining wandering souls with the waters of Beiming and supplementing them with many heavenly treasures, finally creating spiritual bodies that could live in the Nether Sea.

But to Kunpeng's regret, he established a sect with these beings, yet still failed to become a Saint.

Not to mention taking that step, he had not even gained a single bit of merit.

Kunpeng was angry at the unfairness of the Heavenly Dao, but he was helpless; he dared not seek Hongjun in Purple Heaven Palace.

It just so happened that Tian Yuan and the Three Pure Ones were preaching, so Kunpeng naturally snuck toward Mount Buzhou.

He had been one of the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace, and the Dao of the Three Pure Ones was the method taught by Hongjun, so there was naturally no need to go there.

On the contrary, Kunpeng was very interested in Tian Yuan's Hunyuan Dao.

Ever since his first clash with Tian Yuan on Mount Buzhou, he had deeply understood the strength of this stone man.

Tian Yuan had never been to Purple Heaven Palace, and now that he had become a Saint, it was very likely that he walked that Hunyuan Dao.

For Kunpeng, who had no path left to take, this was no different from a glimmer of light in endless darkness.

Although his relationship with Tian Yuan was not good because of the Demon Court, Kunpeng had to take the risk.

To take that step, any risk was worth taking.

Sweeping his gaze around, Kunpeng slightly restrained his aura; he sensed many obscure and familiar fluctuations, thinking that those Innate Sacreds must have the same thoughts as him.

"Hunyuan Dao!" whispered Kunpeng, his figure hiding in the void and disappearing.

Regarding the upcoming sermon, he was somewhat expectant and somewhat uneasy.

Time passed slowly; Tian Yuan, sitting quietly on Mount Buzhou, opened his eyes, a look of doubt in them.

The three thousand years for the sermon had arrived, yet nothing unexpected had happened between heaven and earth.

"Could it be that that one no longer cares?" Tian Yuan looked up at the firmament, muttering softly to himself.

The spreading of the Hunyuan Dao was a fatal blow to Hongjun's reputation.

He had not only deceived the Three Pure Ones but also all the Innate Sacreds between heaven and earth.

The so-called grace of preaching was, in the end, the hatred of blocking the Dao.

Tian Yuan knew very well what would happen if the Three Pure Ones and others learned of this situation.

The once-revered Hongjun would instantly become a figure everyone shouted to attack.

Perhaps everyone feared Hongjun's strength and dared not speak, but how could such hatred be easily let go?

Yet so much time had passed, and Hongjun had made no move; that could only mean the other party perhaps did not care about his actions at all.

By preaching in Purple Heaven Palace, Hongjun had already completed his layout; the Three Pure Ones and the others were already useless.

Of course, there was another possibility: that the other party had made moves in the dark, only he was unaware.

Regardless, the Hunyuan Dao was bound to be passed down; even if Hongjun had schemes in the future, he would no longer be fighting alone.

Putting away the distracting thoughts in his heart, Tian Yuan looked toward the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Below the mountain, in all directions, dense crowds of figures sat quietly, stretching as far as the eye could see; naturally, the largest number still came from the Eastern Land.

Suddenly, a humming sound echoed in the sky, purple clouds stretched for thirty thousand miles, divine light flared on Mount Buzhou, and rich Dao Rhyme drifted out.

The many living beings waiting for the sermon trembled, all of them overjoyed, and hurriedly looked toward the mountain peak one by one.

Amidst the clouds and mist, a figure surrounded by rosy light rose slowly, exuding a vast and desolate aura, with the Three Thousand Laws cascading from above his head.

A brief gaze felt as if infinite heavenly might had descended, and a sense of awe rose involuntarily from the depths of their Primordial Spirits.

Ordinary living beings were surprised to see this, but those Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace were shocked to the core.

The scene of Tian Yuan's appearance was not a whit inferior to the Dao Ancestor in Purple Heaven Palace.

That vast and majestic aura made the few Heavenly Dao Saints who noticed it understand immediately that Tian Yuan had indeed taken that step.

Tian Yuan, sitting on the auspicious clouds, had his eyes half-closed, and ethereal Dao sounds rang out.

"I am Tian Yuan. The Hunyuan is: the physical body has no leaks, the Hunyuan is as one; this is the Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal!"

The voice slowly emerged from the peak of Mount Buzhou, centered on the Heavenly Pillar, and rippled toward the Great Desolation.

And in that Consciousness Space, Gungun Dao sounds also emerged from the sacred mountain.

Since he was preaching to the Great Desolation, Tian Yuan naturally could not ignore the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space.

In addition to the Witch-Demon clans he had previously cleared the Earth Veins with, he had captured many other living beings later, so he should naturally pass down the Hunyuan Dao to them as well.

As these words were spoken, Heavenly Flower and Golden Lotus emerged in the heavens and earth, vying to appear and enveloping the entire Mount Buzhou.

And those few Heavenly Dao Saint who were eavesdropping all trembled, their expressions shifting from suspicion to astonishment, before they stood frozen in place.

They were Saints, and their Primordial Spirit was entrusted to the Heavenly Dao; this short sentence from Tian Yuan instantly made them realize many things.

The Hunyuan Dao—Tian Yuan was not talking about becoming a Saint at all, but about Proving the Dao to Hunyuan, to become a Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal.

And the Hunyuan Dao in Tian Yuan's mouth was exactly the Law Proving the Dao they were familiar with.

This was not a dead end; on the contrary, it was an extremely powerful Dao.

On Kunlun Mountain, Tongtian Jiaozhu widened his eyes and turned his head abruptly to look at Laozi beside him: "Big Brother, this..."

The conjecture in his heart had become reality, and Tongtian was very angry.

Originally, he had held Hongjun in great respect; the other party had not only preached to the Primordial World but had also bestowed upon them many treasures.

Among the few disciples, only the three of them possessed Innate Supreme Treasure.

Yet now, the fact was that the three of them, the Three Pure Ones, had been schemed against by Hongjun.

Tongtian valued relationships deeply; he had not expected that the Dao Ancestor in Purple Heaven Palace would actually deceive them.

He did not know why Hongjun had done this, but the hatred of obstructing one's Dao was, to say the least, irreconcilable.

Beside him, Yuanshi Tianzun's expression also flickered slightly, and he said with some hesitation: "Third Brother, do not let your imagination run wild; what if this is a conspiracy by Tian Yuan!" Although he felt something was strange, Yuanshi Tianzun still held great trust in Hongjun.

If not for their Master, how could he have the Innate Supreme Treasure Pangu Banner, and how could he have achieved the status of a Heavenly Dao Saint.

On the contrary, the stone man on Mount Buzhou was full of oddities, and this preaching session must surely have other schemes behind it.

Tongtian kept a sullen face, swept a glance at Yuanshi Tianzun from the corner of his eye, and continued to watch Laozi quietly.

The Heavenly Flower and Golden Lotus rising between heaven and earth were the best proof.

Only by receiving the recognition of heaven and earth could such visions arise; could this be fake?

He could choose not to believe Tian Yuan, but he would absolutely not disbelieve the Primordial World opened up by Father God.

At this very moment, Tongtian Jiaozhu vaguely understood why Hongjun had chosen to preach in Purple Heaven Palace.

Hongjun's original dojo was at Yuqiong Mountain; he could have preached in the Primordial World, yet he chose to do so in Chaos.

As for the so-called Slaying the Three Corpses Method, he now began to doubt whether it was true or false.

Before becoming Saints, the three brothers had all slain their Three Corpses, but they had never been able to achieve the unification of the Three Corpses.

It was only after establishing their sects and gaining great merit that they took the final step.

Yet even now, Tongtian felt unclear about the process of his own sanctification.

Not to mention why he suddenly became a Saint, he even had doubts about the direct factors of his sanctification.

Was it Merit Sanctification, or was it forcibly unifying the Three Corpses with the help of merit, or perhaps it was simply the reason of that wisp of Hongmeng Purple Qi.

He had once studied it in detail, but he still could not sort out what had happened back then.

Now that Tian Yuan's Hunyuan Dao was confirmed to be the Law of Dao practiced by Father God Pangu, how could Tongtian not be angry?

As the Pangu Orthodox, they might have originally had better choices, yet now they had become like this.

Merit Sanctification, and that wisp of Primordial Spirit entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, made Tongtian vaguely feel a sense of restriction.

Hongjun had merged his body with the Dao and had long since become a part of the Heavenly Dao; could it be... Abruptly, a terrifying thought flashed through Tongtian's mind, his face changed instantly, and his eyes were filled with horror.

What Hongjun was plotting was completely beyond their expectations.

Seeing that Tongtian did not speak but instead looked increasingly ugly, Yuanshi Tianzun snorted lightly: "Why should we speculate wildly? Once this preaching session is over, won't it be clear after a trip to Purple Heaven Palace?"

Tian Yuan had suddenly become so powerful and even showed signs of opposing their Master; Yuanshi Tianzun had long wanted to go to Purple Heaven Palace to probe Tian Yuan's background.

After a series of events, he was no longer certain whether Tian Yuan was truly a manifestation of Mount Buzhou, but Yuanshi Tianzun firmly believed that their Master must know.

Laozi glanced sideways, frowned at Yuanshi Tianzun, and a strange look flashed deep in his eyes.

On his calm face, nothing unusual could be seen.

Sitting upright, Laozi looked toward the foot of Kunlun Mountain: "Now that many living beings have gathered at the foot of the mountain, let us preach properly; those who are suitable can be taken as disciples!"

After speaking, Laozi also let out rolling sounds of the Dao from his mouth.

"The Dao that can be told is not the eternal Dao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name."

Although many living beings had headed to the Heavenly Pillar because of the visions at Mount Buzhou, there were still many gathered at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Since they had previously promised a three-thousand-year preaching session, the three of them, the Three Pure Ones, naturally could not break their word.

Tongtian Jiaozhu was stunned, staring blankly at his Big Brother, Laozi.

He himself could deduce so much; with Big Brother's wisdom, he must know even more.

When it concerned the Dao of the three brothers, Big Brother actually still had the leisure to preach.

But looking at Laozi's leisurely appearance, Tongtian did not know what else to say.

Big Brother's personality had always been like this; if he did not speak, saying more would be of no use.

Looking at Yuanshi Tianzun, then at Big Brother Laozi, Tongtian found that both of his elder brothers were somewhat strange.

They did not seem worried about their Dao at all.

Feeling troubled in his heart, Tongtian had no mind to preach, and a wisp of his Divine Sense constantly monitored Mount Buzhou.

Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at his two brothers and also frowned slightly, but he did not think too much and turned his gaze toward the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

There were quite a few living beings with good foundations who had come this time, and he had already taken a fancy to several of them.

On Mount Buzhou, the sounds of the Dao were ethereal.

As Tian Yuan continued to speak, rolling auspicious clouds and mist flowed from Mount Buzhou as the center toward the Primordial World, brushing past one figure after another.

All the living beings sat quietly in the venue, carefully comprehending.

Amidst the rosy light, spiritual energy surged, the Law drifted, and waves of breakthroughs were transmitted from time to time.

Kunpeng, sitting in an inconspicuous corner, felt the fluctuations all around and his face became incomparably ugly.

This aura, this aura, he was very familiar with it.

In the past, within the Demon Court, he had once sensed it from the two Demon Emperors.

A long time ago, Kunpeng had already discovered that the fluctuations of the two Demon Emperors were somewhat strange.

Clearly, they were both following the Slaying the Three Corpses method, yet he often felt that the aura of the two Demon Emperors was somewhat peculiar.

Once, he had also vaguely sensed this kind of aura from the Demon Saint Baize.

Previously, he had thought it was due to the gathering of destiny, but now he finally understood that Di Jun and Taiyi were not practicing Slaying the Three Corpses to attain the Dao at all; they were likewise following the Hunyuan Dao.

"Damn it! Despite me wholeheartedly serving the Demon Court, the two Demon Emperors actually treat me as an outsider!" Kunpeng gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

Kunpeng did not know if Hongjun's preaching at Purple Heaven Palace was fake, but the fact that Di Jun and Taiyi imparted it to Baize while hiding it from him, the Demon Master, how could it not make Kunpeng furious?

Having failed to snatch Hongyun's Hongmeng Purple Qi and inexplicably finding himself trapped in the Great Calamity, he was already enraged.

Glaring bitterly in the direction of the Demon Court, Kunpeng hurriedly composed his mind and carefully sensed the Dao flowing through his body.

Since the Slaying the Three Corpses method was not working, he now placed all his hope for the final step on Tian Yuan's Hunyuan Dao.

In the Western World, on Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti looked at each other, their eyes filled with astonishment.

The sound of the Dao that came rolling in, when heard by them, left both of them in a daze.

Neither of them spoke, only casting their gazes from time to time toward the direction of the Chaos Zixiao Palace.

The Dao Ancestor had schemed against all living beings in the Primordial World, especially the Three Pure Ones.

However, they did not care; if not for the Dao Ancestor, the two of them could not have become Saints.

As for the Hunyuan Dao mentioned by Tian Yuan, they also intended to study it in detail.

As Tian Yuan continued to impart the Hunyuan Dao, the many Innate Sacreds hidden around Mount Buzhou also began to doubt the authenticity of Hongjun's preaching at Purple Heaven Palace.

Although everyone was shocked and suspicious in their hearts, they dared not think recklessly.

Hongjun had merged his body with the Dao, and no one knew exactly how strong he was, so they could only carefully comprehend Tian Yuan's Dao sound.

And Tian Yuan, sitting quietly on the peak of Mount Buzhou, also raised his head to look toward the direction of Chaos.

The preaching had been going on for a while, and still, no accidents had occurred; Hongjun truly did not intend to pay him any mind.

This situation, conversely, made Tian Yuan somewhat worried. The enemy is in the dark while I am in the light; there are many constraints!

With these thoughts passing through his mind, Tian Yuan stopped dwelling on them and focused on expounding the Hunyuan Dao.

When soldiers come, block them; when water comes, earth covers it; he would just take things one step at a time.

(End of this chapter)