Chapter 490
Demon Ancestor Rahu Confronts Dao Ancestor! The Sound of the Great Dao Covers the Primor
He was dressed in a magnificent purple-gold Taoist robe, shimmering with precious light, and behind him stood dozens of powerful Grand Luo Golden Immortals as his attendants, making quite a grand entrance.
He glanced sideways at Yuanshi, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"A few words of discussion are considered noisy? And you want to expel me? Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, do you think this Zixiao Palace is your private property?"
He slowly stood up, looking down at Yuanshi, his voice suddenly turning stern, carrying an air of majesty that commanded the eight wastelands.
"I am personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor as the head of all male immortals in the primordial world! I am responsible for overseeing the order of the primordial world!"
Zixiao Palace is the Taoist temple of the Taoist Ancestor. All beings are welcome to come here to listen to the Tao. Freedom of speech is allowed. As long as one does not violate the Taoist Ancestor's decrees and does not engage in evil or heretical practices, what is wrong with having a few words of discussion?
"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, your domineering behavior, forbidding others from discussing it, could it be that you have something to hide? Or... do you disregard the Dao Ancestor?"
"you!"
Yuanshi suddenly stood up, his face turning from white to green, and then from green to red!
He never expected that the Eastern King would dare to stand up at this moment, not only directly contradicting him, but also putting such a big label on him!
Disregarding the Dao Ancestor? That's an insult to the heart!
"Dong Wang Gong! Stop making false accusations!"
Yuanshi was furious, his body radiating a burst of jade-pure immortal light, and a terrifying pressure pressed down on Dongwanggong.
"You mere leader of male immortals, how dare you be so insolent before me? Do you really think I won't teach you a lesson?!"
He took a step forward, raised his right hand, and Jade Purity Divine Lightning condensed in his palm, instantly spreading an aura of destruction!
They actually intend to attack the Eastern King Duke right here in the Purple Cloud Palace, in front of three thousand Purple Cloud guests!
"Second brother!"
Laozi, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. An invisible Taiji diagram flashed behind him, instantly freezing the surging Jade Purity Immortal Light around Yuanshi and the divine lightning that was about to strike!
His voice was calm, yet it carried an irresistible force.
"This is a sacred place; do not act rashly. Sit down."
Yuan Shi's movements suddenly froze, and the Jade Purity Divine Thunder gathered in his palm was forcibly pushed back into his body by a gentle yet overwhelming force.
He turned to look at Lao Tzu, his eyes filled with rage.
"Brother! He..."
"sit down."
Lao Tzu repeated, his voice still calm, yet carrying a greater weight.
Yuanshi's chest heaved violently as he stared intently at the mocking Dongwanggong on the steps, then at Laozi, whose expression was calm yet unquestionable.
Finally, he angrily flung his sleeves, suppressing his raging fury, and sat heavily back on the prayer mat, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.
Seeing this, the mockery on Dongwanggong's lips deepened, but he did not say anything more to provoke him. He simply snorted and slowly sat down.
But when their eyes met in mid-air, the cold killing intent and deep resentment clashed, silently declaring that this feud had been completely formed!
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, all was deathly silent.
The three thousand guests of Zixiao dared not utter a sound, all stunned by this sudden conflict.
Who would have thought that before the Dao Ancestor even began his sermon, the two top experts were already at each other's throats and almost came to blows within the Daoist temple!
Lao Tzu closed his eyes, as if nothing had ever happened.
Yuanshi closed his eyes, his whole body exuding an icy aura.
The Eastern King closed his eyes, but a faint smug look played on his lips.
On the highest step, the positions of Di Jun, Tai Yi, and west Wang Mu remain vacant.
Dongwanggong sat upright on the futon on the highest step, his gaze sweeping over the three thousand Zixiao guests who were silent as cicadas in winter below, and then glancing at Yuanshi beside him, whose face was ashen and who was suppressing his anger with his eyes closed. An arrogant smile could not be suppressed on the corner of his mouth.
How domineering was Yuanshi just now? He would expel those who were discussing the matter at the slightest disagreement, and even almost attacked him!
But what was the result? Wasn't it all suppressed by Lao Tzu's simple "Don't be rash"?
Within the Purple Cloud Palace, ultimately, it all comes down to the Dao Ancestor's decree!
He, the Eastern King Duke, was personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor as the head of the male immortals!
This majesty, this authority, under the gaze of countless awe-inspiring eyes, filled him with unprecedented pride and satisfaction.
With the blessing of the Celestial Court, his cultivation has advanced rapidly, and he has many powerful subordinates. Now, under the watchful eyes of everyone in Zixiao Palace, he has even surpassed Yuanshi, the true successor of Pangu!
In this vast wilderness, who would dare to underestimate the Eastern King?
However, this smugness did not last long.
His gaze inadvertently swept to the other side and saw Di Jun and Tai Yi, who were also sitting upright on the highest step, their auras deep and their eyes complex.
Although these two demon emperors had been hiding in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for many years, their imperial demeanor remained undiminished.
Looking at them, and then at the dozens of Golden Immortals following behind him, the pride in the Eastern King's heart was quietly mixed with an indescribable envy.
Emperor Jun Taiyi, who rules over all demons, still feels pressured by the fortune and potential that originates from his race, even though the demon race is now in decline.
However, this envy was soon replaced by greater anticipation.
The Second Lecture at Zixiao Palace! The Great Dao of Primordial Chaos!
This is the real opportunity for Dongwanggong to rise to prominence!
If he can use this to prove the Primordial Chaos, then no matter what demon emperor or Pangu lineage he is, he will trample them underfoot!
Just as Dong Wanggong's heart was churning, an extremely subtle yet chilling killing intent quietly locked onto him!
This killing intent did not come from the Primordial Beginning, but from... below!
The Eastern King Duke felt a chill run down his spine, his gaze shooting toward the source of the killing intent—it was none other than the Zhunti Daoist, who sat upright on the front row prayer mat, his face sallow and thin, seemingly sorrowful, yet his eyes sharp as an eagle!
Zhunti!
This Western Taoist, who once joined forces with Jieyin on the shores of the East China Sea, nearly shook the foundation of his Celestial Court!
New and old grudges surged into my heart in an instant!
The Eastern King's eyes flashed with cold light, making no attempt to conceal his killing intent and rage. He suddenly stood up, looking down from his high position, and his voice boomed like thunder, echoing throughout the entire Zixiao Palace.
"Zhunti! You shameless scoundrel! I will never forget the grudge I suffered in the East Sea! Today, before the Zixiao Palace, I will settle this score with you! Let us settle both the old and the new scores together!"
These words shocked everyone present! The storm that had just subsided was reignited!
Countless eyes instantly focused on Zhunti and Dongwanggong.
Zhunti Daoist's eyes also flashed with killing intent. He slowly stood up, golden light emanating from his body, and an incomparably sharp aura began to rise.
"Duke of the East! Stop spouting nonsense! Back then, your Celestial Court went too far, blocking my path to the great prosperity of the West! Now that you're courting death, I'll grant your wish!"
The two were on the verge of exchanging blows, and a conflict was about to break out!
The Guide Daoist looked distressed and was about to speak to dissuade him when Ao Lie and other powerful figures from the Celestial Court behind the Eastern King Duke also unleashed their magical treasures, instantly making the atmosphere extremely tense!
However, at this critical moment—
[Dongwanggong! Zhunti! Jieyin! I am Rahu! You are all my allies! In this great calamity, we should help each other, not fight amongst ourselves! Stop immediately!]
A cold, domineering voice, carrying an unquestionable will, resounded simultaneously in the depths of the minds of Dongwanggong, Zhunti, and Jieyin!
The three of them jolted simultaneously! Their expressions froze instantly!
The murderous intent and rage in Dongwanggong's eyes were replaced by incredulous astonishment. Zhunti Daoist's rising aura suddenly froze, and his sharp eyes were filled with surprise and doubt.
The Guide's face was contorted with suffering and filled with horror!
Allies? Rahu? The Demon Ancestor Rahu?!
How...how is this possible?!
This sudden information was like a bolt from the blue, leaving the three of them completely stunned!
When did they become allies with the Demon Ancestor Rahu? Is this telepathic message real or fake?
But that demonic pressure originating from the depths of the soul, that undeniable power of rules, cannot be faked!
After a brief moment of astonishment, Zhunti Daoist's eyes showed struggle, but even more so, fury at being played!
He didn't care whether the message was real or fake, nor did he care about allies!
The Eastern King Duke publicly provoked him, seeking revenge for the loss of the Eastern Sea. This was a trampling on the dignity of Zhunti!
If they were to back down now, what face would their Western religion have? How would Zhunti possibly establish himself in the primordial world in the future?
"Dong Wang Gong! Prepare to die!"
The last hesitation in Zhunti Daoist's eyes was replaced by madness. He suddenly shouted and flipped his withered hand, and a strange tree branch with seven-colored glazed light appeared out of thin air—it was his supreme treasure for attaining enlightenment, the Seven Treasures Tree!
With a gentle swipe of the precious tree, a seven-colored divine light, capable of slicing through and destroying anything, tore through the void and aimed straight for the Eastern King's head!
"I'm afraid you won't succeed!"
Although Dongwanggong was still filled with shock and doubt, seeing Zhunti make a fierce move, his anger instantly overwhelmed his reason!
How could he show weakness? He instantly summoned the Pure Yang Mirror, its surface shimmering with light, and a supremely yang and powerful crimson-gold divine light, capable of incinerating all things, burst forth to meet the seven-colored divine light!
Two terrifying forces collided violently above Zixiao Palace!
The seven-colored divine light and the crimson-gold divine light fiercely clashed and annihilated each other, unleashing blinding light and destructive energy turbulence!
The entire Zixiao Palace was shaking violently, the Daoist energy was disrupted, and countless Zixiao guests were forced to retreat repeatedly by this terrifying pressure, their faces turning pale!
"stop!"
"presumptuous!"
The Guide Daoist's expression grew even more pained, but instead of helping Zhunti, he tried to stop him.
Ao Lie and other powerful figures from the Celestial Court roared, wanting to rush forward to help. The scene instantly spiraled out of control!
However, neither the dissuasion of the guide nor the roar of the celestial court's great power could stop the two terrifying divine lights, representing their respective dignity and hatred, from coalescing again!
With their eyes fixed on each other, Zhunti and Dongwanggong were filled with murderous intent and were about to unleash their full power again, turning Zixiao Palace upside down!
"enough!"
A clear yet authoritative shout instantly silenced all the noise and chaos!
From the depths of the Taoist palace, a small figure slowly emerged.
He was dressed in a simple Taoist robe, with a youthful face but a solemn expression and clear yet majestic eyes. He was none other than Haotian, the pageboy before the Taoist Ancestor!
Haotian stood on the high platform, his small body exuding an undeniable aura of power. His gaze swept over the tense Zhunti and Dongwanggong with lightning speed, his voice icy cold.
"Zixiao Palace is the place where the Dao Ancestor cultivates and spreads the Dao. How dare you fight so recklessly here? Do you even have the Dao Ancestor's decree in your eyes?!"
That sharp shout was like a sudden awakening!
The boiling killing intent of Zhunti and Dongwanggong was instantly cooled down as if doused with a bucket of ice water. A chill ran through them both at the same time!
I was so blinded by anger that I forgot where I was! The Daoist Ancestor's Daoist Temple!
To take action here is tantamount to provoking the majesty of the Dao Ancestor! The consequences would be unimaginable!
The appearance of Haotian Tongzi, and the rebuke imbued with the majesty of the Dao Ancestor, provided the two with an excellent way out.
"Hmph! I'll spare you for now, out of respect for the Dao Ancestor and Haotian Boy!"
Dong Wanggong snorted coldly and was the first to put away the Pure Yang Mirror, and the terrifying crimson-gold divine light instantly dissipated.
He glanced at Zhunti with icy eyes.
"I'll settle accounts with you after we leave Zixiao Palace!"
Zhunti Daoist's face twitched, the Seven Treasures Tree's radiance receded, and the seven-colored divine light dissipated.
He gave Dong Wanggong a deep look, his voice carrying a chilling edge.
"Duke Dongwang, the karma between your Celestial Court and my Western Sect will be settled sooner or later! I will remember this humiliation!"
Both men uttered harsh words, but tacitly concealed their auras, turned around and returned to their own prayer mats, sitting upright with their eyes closed, as if the thrilling confrontation had never happened.
The guide breathed a sigh of relief and silently sat down.
Seeing this, Ao Lie and the other powerful figures of the Celestial Court had no choice but to put away their magical treasures and return to their original positions.
A near-outbreak of chaos was quelled by a single word from Haotian Tongzi.
Haotian looked at Zhunti and Dongwanggong, who had instantly regained their "submissive" demeanor, and at the three thousand Zixiao guests below who were silent and dared not utter another word. An indescribable sense of pride and satisfaction rose in his heart.
He was merely a page before the Dao Ancestor, yet he could stop the fight between two top-tier experts with a single word, and make three thousand Zixiao guests bow their heads!
This authority and power filled his young heart with a sense of strength.
He straightened his small frame, his gaze swept across the entire room, and his voice carried an authority beyond his years as he reiterated.
"The Dao Ancestor is about to preach, so you must all be mindful of your duties and concentrate your minds! Within the Zixiao Palace, there shall be no noise, fighting, or idle talk! Those who violate this rule shall not be blamed for reporting to the Dao Ancestor and being expelled from the palace, never to be allowed to enter Zixiao again!"
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every Zixiao Guest, carrying an undeniable power of rules.
The cultivators below, regardless of their inner thoughts—whether it was awe, dissatisfaction, or secret complaints—could only bow their heads respectfully and respond in unison.
"I will obey the instructions of the young monk!"
True peace was finally restored within the Purple Cloud Palace.
The previous conflicts, discussions, and murderous intent were like pebbles thrown into a deep pool, creating only brief ripples before quickly sinking away.
The three thousand Purple Cloud Guests, whether newly promoted to Great Luo or top-tier experts, all kept their eyes down, focused their minds, and awaited the arrival of that supreme being.
In this solemn atmosphere where all was quiet and you could hear a pin drop, deep within the Zixiao Palace, at the entrance that connects to endless chaos, a figure dressed in an ancient gray Taoist robe slowly and silently walked in.
The figure dressed in a simple gray Taoist robe appeared silently on the high platform deep within the Purple Cloud Palace.
His face was ordinary, and his aura was restrained, as if he were one with the entire Zixiao Palace and the surrounding chaos, yet he naturally became the absolute center of this world.
It was none other than the Dao Ancestor Hongjun!
The three thousand guests of Zixiao, regardless of any previous disputes or thoughts, were all solemn at this moment. They stood up in unison, bowed, and their voices gathered into a torrent that shook the Dao Palace.
"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"
Hongjun's gaze was calm as water as he swept over the beings below and nodded slightly.
He did not speak, but simply gestured to Haotian Tongzi, who was standing to the side.
Haotian understood and immediately stepped forward, speaking loudly.
"By the decree of the Dao Ancestor, all immortals, return to your positions and listen attentively to the Dao!"
As soon as the voice fell, the three thousand Zixiao guests dared not be negligent in the slightest. They all composed themselves and took their seats on their respective prayer mats in order.
The entire Zixiao Palace instantly fell into an absolute solemnity and silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the pervasive Taoist aura flowing silently.
Hongjun sat cross-legged on the high cloud bed, his eyes slightly closed, then opened again. (End of this chapter)