105: Hongjun's Invitation

In the Primordial World, years are not counted; time flows and passes in a flash.

Within the Primordial World, subtle changes gradually began to emerge.

When clouds and mists flowed, they gained a touch of dao rhyme; as mountain springs surged, they secretly aligned with the Zhou Tian trajectories.

Those creatures who had achieved success in their cultivation would often hear faint, indistinct lectures on the Dao while in meditation; after waking, they could not remember the specific content, but felt their Dao Heart had become somewhat clearer.

Immortal mountains and blessed lands everywhere began to be draped in a layer of mysterious dao rhyme, and the rhythm of the East Sea waves crashing against the shore unknowingly aligned with the sounds of Huangzhong Dalu.

The lingering will of Pangu on Mount Buzhou began to resonate with the newborn dao rhyme.

Those climbing Cultivators found that the dao marks on the mountain's surface were much clearer than in the past, and they could even vaguely piece together parts of the scenes from the creation of the world.

Not to mention that powerful Cultivators felt their thoughts become much more fluid.

Even the most ordinary mountain Essence Spirits suddenly gained new insights into this Primordial World.

They did not understand that this was the subtle influence of a certain dao rhyme, and only assumed that the Heavenly Dao was naturally thus.

Within the Chaos, where the Qi of Zixiao spread, a palace stood tall.

Seemingly simple and unadorned, it actually contained supreme profound mysteries within.

Outside the palace, there were no walls or fences, only swirling purple qi, like smoke and mist, flowing incessantly.

That purple qi was no ordinary thing; it was formed from the overflowing dao rhyme of a Saint. Every strand contained the true meaning of the Great Dao; wherever it passed, the Chaos retreated and Laws were born spontaneously.

The Chaos was originally disorderly, without light or darkness, without up or down; only violent currents of Chaos Qi surged and churned, enough to annihilate the body of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

However, around Zixiao Palace, there was a Realm of clarity.

The Saint's dao rhyme spread like ripples; wherever it reached, the currents of Chaos Qi actually calmed down gradually, transforming into the two Qis of clear and turbid, faintly showing the signs of the initial separation of heaven and earth.

Occasionally, the remnant thoughts of Chaos Gods and Demons would invade, but as soon as they touched the Qi of Zixiao, they would instantly dissolve, turning into pure fragments of Dao principles and merging into the Void Realm.

Outside Zixiao Palace, the Chaos was no longer violent; instead, like a tamed Primordial World, it began to evolve into order.

As the dao rhyme flowed, Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind harmonized naturally, and the Yin and Yang Qi converged, manifesting illusory shadows of mountains and rivers. Though they vanished in an instant, they already revealed the mystery that even the Chaos could be opened.

Such power was already beyond the comprehension of ordinary great experts with Divine Abilities; only those who had attained the Dao and reached that Realm could open a Dao arena within the Chaos, using dao rhyme to stabilize the universe and borrowing the Chaos to evolve the galaxy.

Inside the palace, several tea sets were placed on an immortal table; two figures, one in green and one in red, were sitting there, waiting quietly.

Haotian and Yaochi, who appeared as Dao boys, were responsible for the reception.

The two held jade pots and walked with light steps, about to step forward to serve tea.

However, as soon as they approached, the two felt their minds shake and involuntarily looked up.

They saw the man in green had features as beautiful as a painting, with green light swirling around him; it seemed as if thousands of worlds were being born and destroyed in his eyes, making one not dare to look directly at him.

And that woman in red was even more peerless, with crimson clouds flowing around her; the cinnabar mark on her brow was like the true fire of the sun, making one's Divine Soul tremble slightly.

Such profoundly deep dao rhyme was something the two had only seen on their own Master.

The tea cup in Haotian's hand suddenly trembled, and he actually dropped it. With a crisp "crack," the jade cup shattered into several pieces, and the nectar spilled, sending up wisps of spiritual mist from the floor.

Yaochi was also startled by this; the jade pot in her hand tilted slightly, and a few drops of immortal dew splashed out, turning into translucent lotuses upon hitting the ground before instantly withering.

"Your Disciples have been impolite; please forgive us, Seniors!"

The two hurriedly bowed to apologize, their voices trembling slightly, clearly still shaken.

Though they were the attendants before the Master and served in Zixiao Palace daily, they had never felt such unfathomable dao rhyme.

Although Qing Wu and Yuan Feng did not intentionally display their pressure, even just sitting there, the Dao intent around them was as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea.

Seeing this, Qing Wu smiled slightly and flicked his sleeve; the shattered cup was stimulated by Spiritual Qi and actually grew into a beautiful flower, absorbing all the spilled immortal brew.

Yuan Feng, seeing these two children were quite amusing, said with a faint smile, "It is no matter."

Haotian and Yaochi immediately felt their minds relax, and that soul-capturing dao rhyme retracted slightly. Only then did the two stabilize their Dao Hearts and respectfully retreat to the side, no longer daring to overstep in the slightest.

After waiting for a long time and still not seeing the person they were waiting for, Yuan Feng could not help but complain.

"It's been a long time; this Fellow Daoist is putting on quite the airs."

This was, of course, referring to Hongjun.

A long time had passed since that Battle between Dao and Demons, and Qing Wu's group of two finally received Hongjun's invitation to come to Zixiao Palace in the Chaos for a chat.

Amidst the flowing aura of the Heavenly Dao.

"Hehe!" A clear laugh came from nowhere, sounding both distant and near, without a hint of pressure, yet it made the entire Zixiao Palace fall silent.

Looking up again, a figure in a plain white Daoist robe was already seated opposite them, as if he had always been there and they just hadn't noticed him before.

Hongjun's face was peaceful, with no immortal light swirling or auspicious vapors; at first glance, he seemed like an ordinary old Daoist from the mortal world.

However, the more one stared, the more unfathomable he seemed.

His very existence seemed to breathe with heaven and earth and pulse with the Great Dao.

With every breath, the Spiritual Qi within Zixiao Palace flowed accordingly. With every movement or stillness, the Laws in the Void Realm resonated.

The two could not sense even a hint of magical power fluctuation from Hongjun.

It wasn't that he intentionally restrained it, but that his Dao had already transcended the level of "manifestation" and reached the true state of "returning to simplicity."

His dao rhyme was no longer as brilliant and majestic as that of ordinary great experts, but was like a spring breeze turning into rain, nourishing things silently yet being omnipresent.

Qing Wu's eyes shifted slightly as he sighed inwardly.

Is this the Realm of a Dao-Merging Saint? Without any intentional action, every word and deed aligns with the Heavenly Dao, and every move is where the Great Dao belongs.

No wonder he had not yet appeared in the Primordial World, yet the world was already filled with the influence of his invisible dao rhyme.

Hongjun's Dao was no longer about "driving heaven and earth," but rather "he is heaven and earth."

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, on successfully attaining the Dao!" Qing Wu and Yuan Feng said together while cupping their hands.

"Two Fellow Daoists, it has been a long time. Please drink a cup of my tea before we begin our Dao Discussion."

Hongjun smiled faintly while stroking his beard and raised his hand to pour tea, his movements as smooth as flowing water. The tea fragrance rose in curls, transforming into profound patterns in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, two cups of spiritual tea flowing with infinite dao rhyme were presented before them.

After this, the group began their first Dao Discussion.

This time, however, Hongjun presented his Method of Slaying the Three Corpses to Attain the Dao.