The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 55 - 1 Hong Jun Becomes a Saint Zixiao Palace Opens
55: Chapter 1: Hong Jun Becomes a Saint, Zixiao Palace Opens
55 -1: Hong Jun Becomes a Saint, Zixiao Palace Opens
Yujing Mountain, Zixiao Palace.
“Boom!”
A power that subdued heaven and earth soared skyward, and that terrifying oppressive force directly pinned Li Qingming, who was cultivating, to the ground.
Every creature in the Primordial Land bowed in the direction of East Kunlun, paying their utmost respects.
Even an average Quasi-Saint, caught off-guard, would be forced to kneel by this overwhelming pressure!
Following that, endless Golden Lotuses descended from the horizon.
With each Golden Lotus entering a body, countless Primordial Creatures gained spiritual intelligence, and numerous cultivators broke through in their realms.
Truly, a Saint had descended to the world, the wonder was extraordinary!
“My name is Hong Jun, now I have become a Saint!
I wield the Creation Jade Disc, following the intent of the Heavenly Dao, and in three days, will reopen the Zixiao Palace in Chaos.
Afterwards, I shall preach Dao for ten thousand years, those who are fated may come and listen!”
The indifferent voice of Hong Jun, now heard by Li Qingming, was filled with majesty.
“Hisss, is this the power of a Saint?
Truly terrifying!”
After the Dragon Han Calamity, a thousand years had passed.
Li Qingming had broken through to the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal Cultivation.
Such talent, even across the vast Primordial Land, was against the heavens.
“Hong Jun has finally become a Saint, it seems the Primordial Land is about to get lively again!”
Li Qingming’s lips curved into a smile, his eyes brimming with excitement.
Deep within Chaos, Zixiao Palace.
“Congratulations, Fellow Daoist (Master, Ancestor, Senior) on proving Dao and ascending to Saint, enjoying Infinite Tribulations in peace!”
Yang Mei, The Three Pure Ones, and Li Qingming’s family congratulated Hong Changji outside the palace.
“No need for such formalities!” Hong Jun waved his hand lightly, stopping everyone’s movements.
That frustratingly nonchalant expression remained unchanged.
Subsequently, Hong Jun took out two stones, the size of children, from his sleeve, casually infusing them with a beam of Black Light.
The two stones slowly emitted Seven-Colored Divine Light, and then began to slowly change shape.
After a while, two child-like figures appeared before everyone.
Both children appeared to be around thirteen or fourteen years old, one dressed in a moon-white Daoist robe, the other in a pink Daoist robe.
Their exquisite little faces, with two blushes floating on them, looked extremely lovable.
“From now on, you are Hao Tian, and you are Turquoise Pool!” Hong Jun pointed at the two children, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.
“Thank you, lord, for enlightening us!” The two children were quite well-mannered.
At this moment, Li Qingming’s heart was hit with a surge of astonishment.
“That, that’s the Primordial Spirit Mark of Cangqiong Ancestor and Biluo Ancestor, isn’t it?
Good heavens, so these two are the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother of later times!
I thought, how could just two children out of nowhere take the throne of the Heavenly Court!”
…
Meanwhile, above the Primordial Land.
With Hong Jun becoming a Saint, all beings in the Primordial Land were in a frenzy.
Countless creatures spread the word, gathering friends and rushing towards Chaos.
Sun Star
Taiyi Emperor Jun, dressed in a gold-yellow Daoist robe, embroidered with Golden Crows, looked majestic and extraordinary as he gazed towards Kunlun Mountain, his expression solemn and burning.
“Big brother, don’t overthink it!
We should hurry to the Land of Chaos beyond, after all, toiling here in long cultivation is not the way!
Perhaps this journey might reveal the method to break through to Quasi-Saint level!”
Taiyi gently shook the small bell at his waist, his proud face showed a hint of worry.
Taiyi Emperor Jun, who was lost in thought, upon hearing this, his eyes sparkled with brilliance, saying, “My wise brother speaks sense!
Let us set forth to Outer Heaven’s Land of Chaos!”
Mount Buzhou
“Brother, Hong Jun must be a Primordial Great Power.
Now that he has become a Saint, why don’t we go and listen to the Great Dao?
Maybe we can break through our current realm and cultivation level!” Nuwa’s beautiful eyes stirred with ripples as she spoke to Fu Xi.
Fu Xi, clad in a black and white Eight Diagrams Taoist robe, appeared quite the scholarly gentleman.
With a faint smile, he said, “Sister, with that being the case, we need to set off early!”
The two exchanged smiles and headed straight towards the Chaos.
In the Western region, atop Mount Sumeru, stood the Great Leiyin Temple.
Returning to the West, the pair found themselves wanting to cry but without tears.
What was once a land of clear mountains and bountiful waters, full of spiritual energy, had now become a desolate wasteland, barren of vegetation.
With anger unparalleled, Zhunti, upon witnessing this scene, became all the more determined to enlighten those in the Eastern region.
“Junior brother, Hong Jun has now become a Saint!
We must hurry to Zixiao Palace beyond the Chaos to listen to the Dao!” Jieyin’s face was etched with sorrow, with occasional flashes of sharpness flickering in his eyes.
“Let’s go, senior brother!
This is the perfect opportunity to enlighten a few fated individuals!” Zhunti could hardly wait to summon an auspicious cloud and hop onto it.
“Ha ha ha, Fellow Daoists, it’s been years since we’ve met, and your cultivation has improved splendidly!” Red Cloud, with a head full of red hair and standing atop clusters of red clouds, shot over from the direction of the Primordial Continent.
“So it is Fellow Daoist Red Cloud, we respectfully greet you!” The Three Pure Ones returned the greeting with joy.
“Ha ha ha, Fellow Daoists, you’ve arrived early!” Taiyi and Di Jun followed closely behind.
“Fellow Daoist, you are quite timely yourself!” Li Qingming’s eyes sparkled as he stepped forward and spoke.
“Young friend, it has been many years, and your cultivation has advanced at an awe-inspiring pace!” Initially dismissive, Taiyi’s eyes shown with a continuous flicker upon setting them on Li Qingming.
“Hehe, Fellow Daoist jests!” Li Qingming laughed it off nonchalantly.
Without waiting for Taiyi and the others to respond, a hearty voice echoed through the Nine Heavens.
“Brother Li, we have arrived!”
The Twelve Ancestor Witches, carrying with them an intense force of vitality, blinked through the thousands of miles from the Chaos and stepped before Zixiao Palace.
“Brother Li, we’ve missed you so much!” Houtu, ever the picture of innocence, blinked her bright eyes, staring intently at Li Qingming.
“Uh… ha ha, you’ve come as well!” Li Qingming felt a chill run down his spine under Houtu’s gaze and awkwardly replied to get by.
“Whoosh!”
Just as things were awkward, suddenly, a great canopy, spanning thousands of miles when spread, crossed through the Chaotic Void and landed in front of the palace gate, transforming into human form.
This person stood eight feet tall, with slender eyebrows, eagle eyes, and a straight nose with a slightly hooked tip.
His brooding face seemed forever etched with deep and indelible grudges.
The newcomer simply stood to one side, not engaging in conversation or seeking acquaintances.
It was unclear whether he was not given to talking or simply had such a temperament.
Li Qingming looked at the grim middle-aged man before him and thought to himself: “In the Northern Abyss there is a fish, known as Kun.
The Kun is so huge, no one knows its exact size.
Transformed into a bird, it’s called Peng.
The Peng’s back is also vast beyond measure.
When it soars in anger, its wings are like clouds covering the heavens!”
“This guy must be Daoist Kunpeng!
Now everyone’s here.
The early arrivals eager for a seat have already taken their place!
But it remains to be seen whether things will unfold like in the stories, with Red Cloud yielding his place to Zhunti and Jieyin!”
As Li Qingming’s thoughts raced, his face still bore a cheerful smile, amiably chatting with Taiyi Emperor Jun, the Twelve Ancestor Witches, and the others.
“Boom!”
The palace gates of Zixiao Palace swung open, and a simple aura spread from the gates throughout the entire void.
“The gates of Zixiao Palace are open!
The Master decrees: all those who reach the gates may enter the palace to listen to the Dao!”
Hao Tian’s crisp and resonant child’s voice immediately emanated from the entrance of Zixiao Palace.
Outside the gates of Zixiao Palace, nearly three thousand guests from within the palace surged into the interior, all chanting in unison:
“The Master is merciful!”
