Chapter 18: Dong Wanggong and the Queen Mother of the West Stand Tall

Thinking of this, Di Jun's mood became even more irritable. The more this happened, the less he was able to enter meditation.

Hongjun, who was preaching, noticed Di Jun's abnormality. He frowned slightly, not knowing what was going on with Di Jun.

However, the next second, he manipulated the Dao rhymes emitted during the lecture to surround Di Jun. When these Dao rhymes were absorbed by Di Jun, he immediately entered meditation and then entered the state of enlightenment. Seeing this, Hongjun revealed a faint smile and closed his eyes to continue preaching.

While Hongjun was preaching, Kunpeng woke up halfway through. When he saw that the Way rhymes around the prayer mat were more abundant than in other places, his hatred and killing intent toward Hong Yun increased by another point. If it weren't for Hong Yun, there would definitely be a seat for him, Kunpeng, on this prayer mat.

Hong Yun, who was cultivating, felt the killing intent emanating from Kunpeng and frowned slightly, but he did not wake up from his meditation because he knew this was the Zixiao Palace. If anyone dared to make a move here, the Way Ancestor would definitely make that person vanish into thin air.

Time flew by, and two thousand years passed.

Hongjun's second lecture was on the Dao of the Quasi-Saint. At this moment, Laozi, sitting on the first prayer mat, suddenly shook all over, and the aura on his body immediately changed from the peak of Da Luo Golden Immortal to the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

Next were Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, Nüwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti. Following Laozi's breakthrough to Quasi-Saint, they all immediately advanced to the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

Seeing this, Kunpeng almost bit his teeth to pieces.

Because the commotion when Laozi and the others broke through was a little too loud, it woke up the others. When Hong Yun saw that everyone on the prayer mats had advanced to Quasi-Saint, a trace of regret arose in his heart.

However, his persona was that of the "good old man" of the Primordial World. This trace of regret didn't last long before it disappeared, and his so-called carefree mentality gained the upper hand again. He believed he was not wrong; he had merely helped those in need. The West was bitter and cold, and since they had come to the East, it was only natural for them to take care of them!

The time for preaching always passed quickly. Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. When Hongjun finished the last word, no one woke up from their sudden enlightenment. Seeing this, Hongjun was not in a hurry. He watched the Primordial cultivators before him quietly with a smile on his lips, a look that no one could understand flickering in his eyes.

"Three thousand years have passed, you may leave. One thousand years from now, I will conduct the third lecture. The content of the third lecture will be the Dao of becoming a Saint." Seeing that most people had woken up, Hongjun said calmly.

When the crowd heard the Dao of the Saint, their eyes widened, and their breathing became rapid. What had they just heard? The Dao of the Saint, it was the Dao of the Saint! The Dao Ancestor was actually going to preach the Dao of the Saint. They were actually fortunate enough to be able to hear the Dao of the Saint.

"Way Ancestor! Disciple Dong Wanggong, currently the creatures of the Primordial World are killing each other incessantly, and the calamity aura is rising. I ask the Way Ancestor to help the myriad people of the Primordial World." At this moment, Dong Wanggong walked out and knelt before the Way Ancestor.

Hearing Dong Wanggong say this, Di Jun and Taiyi's brows instantly furrowed. This Dong Wanggong was pointing at them.

Talking about the creatures of the Primordial World killing each other incessantly and the calamity aura rising, yet in this Primordial World, only the Wu Clan and the Demon Race were the major clans. If one were to say the killing was incessant, it was also the Demon Race and the Wu Clan. Could it be understood that this calamity aura was caused by his Demon Race and the Wu Clan?

Instantly, Di Jun and Taiyi's eyes were filled with killing intent toward Dong Wanggong, but they hid this killing intent very well. After all, they were still in the Zixiao Palace, and they weren't stupid enough to show killing intent before the Way Ancestor.

"Oh? There is such a thing?" A smile that was hard to detect appeared on the corner of Hongjun's mouth.

"I ask the Way Ancestor to have mercy on the living beings of the Primordial World." Dong Wanggong said with great sincerity.

"If that is the case, I should indeed manage it." Hongjun pondered for a moment and said.

"Thank you, Way Ancestor." Dong Wanggong bowed in thanks.

Di Jun and Taiyi's expressions changed upon hearing Hongjun's words. If the Dao Ancestor really intervened, then their Demon Race would truly be in trouble.

On the prayer mat, Nüwa's brows also furrowed slightly. She was now the Wa Emperor of the Demon Race. If the Dao Ancestor were to reorganize the Demon Race, she would also suffer.

"I wonder if you have any suggestions?" Hongjun looked at Dong Wanggong and said.

"Way Ancestor, this disciple has a suggestion, which is to establish an organization in the Primordial World to regulate the living beings of the Primordial World and let them commit fewer sins of killing." Dong Wanggong said.

"If that is the case, I will appoint you as the Head of the Male Immortals of the Primordial World, to govern all the male immortals of the Primordial World, and bestow upon you the Dragon-Headed Walking Stick." Hearing Dong Wanggong say this, Hongjun laughed calmly.

"Thank you, Way Ancestor!" Taking the Dragon-Headed Walking Stick handed over by Hongjun, the excitement on Dong Wanggong's face could not be concealed.

"Queen Mother of the West!" Hongjun called out another person's name.

"Disciple greets the Dao Ancestor." The Queen Mother of the West hurried out.

"Since there is a Head of the Male Immortals, I will appoint a Head of the Female Immortals. From now on, you will be the Head of the Female Immortals of the Primordial World, and I bestow upon you the Phoenix Hairpin!" After Hongjun finished speaking, he threw a phoenix hairpin to the Queen Mother of the West.

"Disciple thanks the Dao Ancestor!" The Queen Mother of the West respectfully accepted the phoenix hairpin, but there was not much joy on her face.

On the prayer mats, the expressions of the Three Pure Ones were indifferent, as if they hadn't seen any of this.

Nüwa's brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were thinking about something.

Jieyin and Zhunti had expressions of regret. If they had been the ones to propose this just now, would they, the two brothers, be the Head of the Male Immortals now?

But there were no "ifs." Now, Dong Wanggong had already obtained the position of Head of the Male Immortals.

"Dao Ancestor, this disciple also has something to ask!" Di Jun gritted his teeth at this moment and walked out.

"Speak!"

"This disciple discovered a space above Mount Buzhou. I ask the Dao Ancestor for permission to allow my Demon Race to station in that space for development." Di Jun looked at Hongjun and said.

"Granted!" Hongjun nodded.

Hearing Hongjun say this, an excited expression appeared on Di Jun's face, and then he glanced obscurely at Dong Wanggong.

At this time, the smile on Dong Wanggong's face had disappeared, and his face carried a trace of displeasure. He had just become the Head of the Male Immortals of the Primordial World, and this Di Jun wanted to escape his jurisdiction. If this wasn't slapping his face, what was it?

Taiyi noticed the displeasure on Dong Wanggong's face, and a trace of mockery and sarcasm appeared on his face. Before, when he heard that Dong Wanggong had been appointed as the Head of the Male Immortals, he was a bit unhappy, but now it seemed that the Dao Ancestor must have had another layer of meaning!

Thinking of this, the sarcasm on Taiyi's face became even stronger, and some thoughts arose in his heart: If you don't come to provoke us, we will give the Dao Ancestor face and won't bother with you, but if you court death, don't blame us for being impolite.

"Dismissed. The third lecture will begin in one thousand years." Seeing that everyone had nothing more to say, Hongjun disappeared from the prayer mat.

The Three Pure Ones and the others looked at each other. The Dao Ancestor's strength had improved quite a bit. He was indeed worthy of being the number one Saint of the Primordial World.

After Hongjun left, Dong Wanggong immediately stood tall. Holding the Dragon-Headed Walking Stick, he looked at the cultivators of the Purple Heaven Palace with an arrogant expression.

Just as he wanted to say something, the Three Pure Ones left first, followed by Nüwa and Fuxi, and finally Jieyin and Zhunti. They were all people on the prayer mats, so the crowd didn't dare to say anything, nor could they say anything.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 19 =====