begins the sermon, featuring male and female immortals.

Chapter 42 begins the sermon, featuring male and female immortals.

Yang Gui shook his head.

"The Three Pure Ones were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, and were born with great merit. How can I sit in front of them?"

Upon hearing this, Sanqing couldn't help but smile.

This ancient being not only knew their origins, but also spoke of them in front of the ancient gods, and in such a pleasant way.

This is much better than them going around claiming to be the authentic Pangu.

But the next second, their smiles vanished.

"I'll sit next to you then."

With a flash, Yang Gui appeared on the Time-Space Futon not far from Hongjun.

Hongjun was about to stop Yang Gui, but his eyes narrowed when he saw the Time-Space Futon.

A beat too late.

Yang Mei!

In that instant, Yang Gui was already sitting not far from him, cross-legged on the spacetime futon.

However, Yang Gui did not go too far.

Instead, she moved half a body away from Hongjun, not sitting on equal footing with him.

The majesty of a sage represents heaven and earth.

Previously, Hongjun was in the wrong and wanted to scheme against Yang Gui, which made Yang Gui hesitant to act against him and thus control Hongjun.

Repeated provocations can easily lead to disaster.

Taking out the Time-Space Futon was also a gamble for Yang Gui!

Gambling Lord Hongjun is wary of Immortal Yangmei!

This time, Hongjun returned the cause and effect, and preached the Tao to Yang Gui.

If Hongjun were to expel Yang Gui, then this great cause and effect would not be properly settled.

Unexpectedly, he made the right bet. Hongjun simply gave him a deep look and did nothing else.

The reason he sat not far from Hongjun was simply to gain a title.

In the primordial world, this represented destiny!

This was also his second purpose in coming to Zixiao Palace.

But the other supernatural beings were in an uproar!

You speak so sweetly, yet you're sitting to the side of a saint.

However, considering Yang Gui's identity, it seems somewhat reasonable.

Before these deities could speak again, Hongjun's voice was indifferent, as calm as still water, "From this day forward, the seats shall not be changed; sit as they are."

All the deities were shaken, feeling a sense of loss.

The sage holds the mirror of Heaven in his mouth, representing the Way of Heaven.

What has been said will not be easily changed.

Thus began the first sermon at Zixiao Palace!

Flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, strange phenomena occurred frequently, and five-colored divine light illuminated the heavens.

The chaotic energy surged, shaking the primordial world.

The surrounding deities listened with rapt attention.

Because of their different origins and talents, the three thousand saints all had different understandings of the Dao taught by Hongjun.

He shook his head, his brows furrowed, struggling to remember.

Like the myriad forms of sentient beings, each is unique.

Yang Gui, however, did not listen to Hongjun's teachings.

Hongjun's path to immortality was something he had already learned about while he was in Buzhou Mountain.

Moreover, this sermon is about the Great Luo Dao, which aims to establish the foundation for all beings in the primordial world.

It's useless to him.

Hongjun wanted to absorb the endless fortune of the primordial world and become the Dao Ancestor of the primordial world; this was something he had to do.

Yang Gui sat cross-legged on the spacetime futon, sealing his five senses and seven orifices, and comprehended the two great laws of spacetime.

This scene left all three thousand saints astonished.

This ancient man wasn't there to listen to the sermon; otherwise, why would he have sealed off his seven senses and blocked the sacred sound?

Hongjun's sermons continued endlessly, and these holy beings dared not be distracted for long. They were only slightly surprised before they stopped paying attention and began to listen attentively to the sermons.

Hongjun's lecture lasted for 30,000 years.

As the assembled deities in Zixiao Palace listened with rapt attention, Hongjun's Daoist voice vanished.

The three thousand saints felt uncomfortable and, still wanting more, all opened their eyes and looked over.

Faced with their doubts, Hongjun said calmly, "As the sage of Heaven and Earth, in charge of teachings, I am obliged to preach to all beings three times; this preaching will last for 30,000 years, and I will preach again 10,000 years later."

"Teacher, please have mercy!"

All three thousand saints stood up, their faces filled with gratitude.

Although the three thousand saints and Hongjun did not have the title of master and disciple, they were in fact master and disciple in this sermon.

Although Hongjun spoke of the Great Luo Dao, he also made them re-examine themselves and strengthen their own foundation.

"Is there anything you don't understand about this sermon?"

Hongjun asked.

The Sage Taiqing suddenly spoke up, "Teacher, may I ask if the realm above Daluo is the realm of a Sage?"

These innate deities are born as Great Luo Immortals or Taiyi Immortals, with the lowest level being Golden Immortals.

However, he was somewhat unsure about realms above the Great Luo level.

Hongjun slowly spoke, "The path of cultivation for all beings in the primordial world is arduous, like climbing a staircase, requiring one to climb step by step from the bottom up with great effort."

"Below the level of a sage, I have divided the realms into several levels: Celestial Immortal, True Immortal, Mysterious Immortal, Golden Immortal, Taiyi Golden Immortal, Daluo Golden Immortal, and Quasi-Sage."

"Only those above the Quasi-Saint level can be considered Saints."

The moment this sentence appeared.

All beings in the primordial world, whether they participated in the sermon at Zixiao Palace or not, were blessed with divine inspiration.

Understand the division of cultivation realms.

Previously, they had a very clear understanding of the three realms: Golden Immortal, Taiyi Golden Immortal, and Daluo Golden Immortal.

However, since the world was newly created, no one paid attention to beings below the Golden Immortal level in the primordial world, and they were all disregarded.

From this day forward, all living beings in the primordial world have a clear direction for cultivation.

The Sage Taiqing nodded. "Teacher, you are merciful!"

Hongjun spoke again, "Eastern King Duke and Western Queen Mother, please step forward."

Dongwanggong, standing in the crowd, was taken aback. Without hesitation, he cried out, "Teacher!"

The Queen Mother of the West was filled with trepidation and followed closely behind.

Hongjun glanced at the Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother and said, "One of you is the embodiment of the first supreme Yang energy in the universe, and the other is the embodiment of the first supreme Yin energy in the universe."

"Heaven and earth have yin and yang, and this should be in accordance with the workings of heaven and earth."

With a flash of his hand, the two top-grade innate spiritual treasures flew towards the Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother respectively.

"From this day forward, the Eastern King Duke will be the head of the male immortals; the Western Queen Mother will be the head of the female immortals."

boom!

As Hongjun finished speaking, a tremendous force of fortune descended upon the Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother.

This drew the attention of the three thousand deities, who all looked at the two of them with inscrutable expressions.

As fortune surged, the Eastern King Duke was so excited that he forgot himself, his face turning completely red; the Western Queen Mother, on the other hand, quickly lowered her head and dared not show any expression.

"Thank you, teacher!"

The Queen Mother of the West quickly retreated to a corner, bowing her head and remaining silent.

The Eastern King Duke stood proudly at the very front of all the deities, holding a dragon-headed staff, as if declaring his sovereignty.

His action caused many of the saints to involuntarily frown.

"Teacher," at this moment, the Ancestral Witch Houtu stepped forward and asked, "Our Witch Clan, as descendants of Pangu, are inherently unable to give birth to a primordial spirit and do not understand the Dao. Is there any solution?"

Hongjun pondered for a moment, then said, "The answer you seek is not with me. The time is not yet ripe; you must find it yourself."

Houtu looked somewhat regretful, as if she had made a big decision. She turned her gaze to Yang Gui, who was not far from Hongjun, and asked, "I wonder if Senior has a solution?"

Even sages don't know this, yet you're asking others.

This ancestral witch is truly audacious, not even afraid of disrespecting the sage.

For a moment, all the deities looked at Yang Gui.

Yang Gui, who was comprehending the laws of time and space, sensed something and slowly opened his eyes. "What you seek is not unsolvable, it's just that the time is not yet right."

"Remember what I said before, or all will be lost."

Having said that, he glanced at Hongjun, put away the spacetime futon, and disappeared into the Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun remained expressionless and waved his sleeve.

The three thousand saints disappeared into the Purple Cloud Palace, leaving only Hongjun frowning as he rapidly deduced the situation from his seat.

"The fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation are not actually on Gui Xuan's person."

"Could it be that I guessed wrong, and the remaining part is on Yang Mei?"

After a long while, Hongjun's face darkened, and he felt depressed.

During his battle with Yang Gui, he used his saintly power to secretly observe the entire body of his opponent.

However, no trace of the Jade Disc of Creation was found.

Undeterred, he tried to use sermons to bring the other party into the Xuanmen sect, but Guixuan was prepared. He took out Yangmei's spacetime futon and sealed off the five senses and seven orifices, preventing the other party from hearing the Daoist teachings.

After all that, Hongjun felt as if he had been doing nothing for nothing.

"Could there be some kind of deal between Gui Xuan and Yang Mei?"

Hongjun couldn't help but start thinking about it.

Unfortunately, Yang Mei had already left the prehistoric world and fled far away; and before leaving, she had a fight with him.

The thought of not being able to find the remaining fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation made even Hongjun, a sage, somewhat irritable.

"Yang Mei, do you really think you can escape unscathed by leaving?!"

"I'm waiting for you!"

(End of this chapter)