Chapter 37: Encountering bandits on the road, Lei Ting strikes!

There are three ways to prove the Dao!

Sage Hongjun didn't hide anything; he directly spoke the answer.

Instantly, all the great powers began to breathe hurriedly.

Each pair of eyes shone brightly.

"May I ask, Sage, what are these three methods?"

Taiqing Daoist bowed and asked the most crucial question.

"The first way to prove the Dao: proving it through strength. This is the method of the creator god, Daoist friend Pangu. It is immensely powerful, yet extremely difficult."

"One must absorb endless chaotic spiritual energy to comprehend the laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos. However, with the birth of the Primordial World and the replacement of chaotic spiritual energy by innate spiritual energy, drawing power from it becomes extremely difficult. Proving the Dao through strength has essentially cut off its transmission."

"The second way to prove the Dao: proving it through merit. This means doing something that greatly contributes to heaven and earth; the Heavenly Dao then showers down immense merit, after which one proves the Dao."

"The third way to prove the Dao: beheading the Three Corpses to prove the Dao. This method is also the main content of my third lecture. The reason I, a humble Daoist, could prove the Dao and become a sage is precisely because I used the method of beheading the Three Corpses to prove the Dao."

Upon these words, the entire the Zixiao Palace fell into an eerie silence.

Then came heavy breathing.

Beheading the Three Corpses method, proving the Dao through merit, proving the Dao through strength...

These three methods were clear to all the gods.

That is, the method of beheading the Three Corpses and proving the Dao through merit.

Because proving the Dao through strength is too difficult, almost impossible.

And proving the Dao through merit is vague and elusive.

Only beheading the Three Corpses to prove the Dao remains.

The Sage Hongjun before our eyes is a living example.

"Alright, everyone may disperse. In thirty thousand years, at the third lecture of the the Zixiao Palace, I will lecture on the method of beheading the Three Corpses."

In the blink of an eye, five hundred years passed.

Sage Hongjun waved his hand, and sent the gods, whose intentions were not yet fulfilled, out of the the Zixiao Palace.

Although the gods all wanted to obtain the method of beheading the Three Corpses immediately, the sage had already driven them away, so they reluctantly left the the Zixiao Palace.

Only after thirty thousand years would they have the chance to rise again.

And above the East Sea.

A figure stood on a sea region, confronting a group of beings.

Duobao never would have expected.

Having just returned, he was blocked in his path by a group of beings.

"Are you Daoist Duobao? Did you kill my brother?"

The leader was a white-haired old man in a black robe, with the cultivation of a mid-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Behind him, to his left and right, stood two cultivators, both at the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation.

Not to mention, behind them were hundreds of Golden Immortals and True Immortals as subordinates.

Although besieged, facing three Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivators.

But Duobao showed no sign of panic.

Instead, he remained calm and composed.

He coldly gazed at the white-haired old man with an immortal's demeanor, speaking without expression.

"Not bad. What will you do?"

"Kid, you're arrogant. Do you know who you killed?"

Before the white-haired old man could speak, a cultivator at the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal at his side immediately provoked.

He pointed at Duobao, his voice gloomy, his eyes full of killing intent.

"Just a cat or dog; killed is killed. What will you do about it?"

Facing Duobao's nonchalance, the old man burst into angry laughter.

"How arrogant, kid. Aren't you afraid of offending His Majesty Emperor Donghua?"

"Listen well: I and my brother are both capable ministers of His Majesty Emperor Donghua. By killing my brother, you have slapped His Majesty Emperor Donghua in the face. Do you know your crime?"

"Emperor Donghua? What kind of figure is he? Is his status even higher than a sage? Just because he is Emperor Donghua, does that mean he can seize by force, plunder, kill and loot, without distinguishing right from wrong?"

Facing the old man's threats, Duobao would not indulge him.

Emperor Donghua, Lord Dong—what kind of figures are they? He knows better than anyone. The Celestial Court, after the second lecture of the the Zixiao Palace, Lord Dong and the Queen Mother of the West established the first force of the Primordial World, the Celestial Court.

His might overwhelms the world!

Immediately, Di Jun and Taiyi united the Demon Race, formally establishing the Demon Court, which stood in opposition to the Celestial Court.

To deal with the Demon Race, the Twelve Ancestral Witches formally established the Wu Clan.

Thus, the Primordial World saw a tripartite standoff.

The Celestial Court, the Demon Court, and the Wu Clan were the three supreme powers of an era in the Primordial World.

It lasted for one yuanhui.

Until the conclusion of the third lecture at the the Zixiao Palace, the Demon Court did not completely overthrow the Celestial Court; thus, the Wu-Yao Calamity officially began.

And now, the second lecture is about to end.

The Celestial Court is about to be established, and its lackeys have already begun to clamor.

Although he was weak and alone, and ought not to offend such a dominant power, yet they were already riding on his neck, defecating and urinating; if Duobao did not fight back, he would not be Duobao.

Killed is killed; what's the big deal?

He simply didn't believe that the mighty Emperor Donghua would stand up for a mere minor Taiyi Golden Immortal.

You should know.

In this period of the Primordial World, what was most abundant were Great Luo Golden Immortals.

In his previous life, he had read many Primordial World novels; in the Celestial Court alone, the number of Great Luo Golden Immortals numbered in the hundreds.

In that era, even the Three Pure Ones had to show them respect.

This shows how immensely powerful the Celestial Court was.

However, precisely because the Celestial Court had countless experts, they would not mobilize troops for a mere Great One.

This is also the true reason why Duo Bao dared to confront these fox-borrowing-tiger's-might lackeys head-on.

"Hmph, relying on mere talk!"

That old man couldn't help but let out a cold snort, and after a while managed to utter a sentence.

He knew he was in the wrong, but soon his face turned sinister as he spoke.

"Your skill is inferior; being killed is what you deserve. Today you will die here!"

"Not bad; your brother's skill is lacking, so his death was deserved."

Duo Bao let out a scoff and then moved.

Moving like a fleeing rabbit, he instantly appeared before the cultivator who had just spoken out of turn.

Without any flourish, he threw a straight punch.

Matchless power crashed down.

Instantly leaving that cultivator unprepared, facing Duo Bao's sudden attack, he had no chance to react.

He only had time to let out a strange cry, unleash an acquired supreme-grade spiritual treasure, and was immediately engulfed by the sky-filling fist shadows.

When the sky-filling light faded.

There was no trace of that cultivator left on the spot; he had already been turned to ashes and smoke.

Only Duo Bao remained standing where he was, his body still shrouded in endless killing aura.

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

Especially the leading old man, his shocked expression was even greater.

From Duo Bao's movement to the killing of his subordinate, it took only an instant.

Such speed, even he could not achieve.

How did this guy do that? His speed... even a late-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivator couldn't possibly manage it, right? Unconsciously, the old man became solemn.

He then brought out his famed treasure, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

"Kid, it seems you truly intend to oppose the Celestial Court to the end, so I cannot let you live!"

"Your words sound better than a song, as if not fighting would let you spare me—cut the chatter; if you want to fight, hurry up!"

Duo Bao secretly thought it a pity.

(End of chapter)