A passing traveler through the heavens

After Ji Lin broke through to the Quasi-Saint realm, his powerful aura surged wildly in the boundless starry sky.

That powerful force caused the trajectories of distant stars to become disordered, as if each star was being pushed off its original orbit by an invisible giant hand.

Suddenly, a faint and cold divine sense shot out from the distant depths of space.

Ji Lin instantly became alert, let out a cold snort, and his powerful divine sense transformed into an invisible giant hand that blotted out the sky, fiercely grabbing at that divine sense.

"Hmph! You cowardly coward, come out!" His angry shout echoed through the vast starry sky, causing ripples to spread across the surrounding space.

As the shout subsided, the void twisted violently, and a figure dressed in a black robe slowly appeared. The black-robed man exuded a cold aura, and his face was shrouded in a layer of black mist, making it impossible to see his features.

"Congratulations to Emperor Ziwei on breaking through to the Quasi-Saint realm. This is truly a blessing for the Heavenly Court and a boon for the Primordial World." The black-robed man's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing against each other, extremely grating.

Ji Lin's gaze was sharp as lightning as he stared intently at the man in black robes, a strong sense of familiarity welling up within him.

He suddenly remembered that when he obtained the God-Slaying Spear, he had sensed a trace of demonic energy emanating from Rahu's consciousness within the spear, which was remarkably similar to the aura emanating from the black-robed man before him.

Ji Lin sneered, "Hmph! Who exactly are you? Why are you spying on me like this? If you don't explain yourself clearly, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The man in black robes let out a sinister laugh and slowly said, "Your Majesty, there is no need to be angry. I am merely here on my master's orders to deliver a great gift to Your Majesty."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of black light condensed in the black-robed man's palm. This ball of light seemed to contain endless evil power, causing the surrounding space to distort and wail.

A sense of foreboding arose in Ji Lin's heart, and he was about to intervene when the ball of black light suddenly split into countless tiny black threads, like a group of crazed venomous snakes, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at him.

Ji Lin dared not be careless in the slightest. The power of the five elements within his body instantly surged, and the innate five elements spirit pearl and the innate five directions flag floated above his head, emitting five-colored light and forming an indestructible defensive barrier.

The black threads struck the barrier, producing a hissing sound and stirring up plumes of black smoke.

"A mere trick! How dare you show off your skills before an expert!" Ji Lin sneered disdainfully, and a beam of multicolored light shot out from his palm.

Upon seeing this, the man in black robes vanished in a flash, the multicolored beam of light grazing past the spot where he had just stood, leaving a long crack in the void.

Just as Ji Lin was about to press his advantage, the black-robed man's shrill voice rang out again: "The Great Emperor Ziwei is indeed worthy of his reputation, but this is just an appetizer; the real show is yet to come!"

Before the words were even finished, the surrounding space suddenly twisted violently, and countless black vortexes appeared out of thin air.

These vortexes, like ferocious beasts, continuously devoured everything around them. From the vortexes emerged a large number of evil creatures, each with a different shape, baring their fangs and claws, rushing towards Ji Lin.

Ji Lin clenched his fists, and the magical power within his body gathered on his fists like a surging tide. The multicolored light around his body became even more dazzling.

With a deafening roar, multicolored light instantly illuminated the entire starry sky, and a powerful shockwave shattered the surrounding evil creatures like a tidal wave.

Seeing that things were not going well, the man in black robes tried to escape, but Ji Lin would not give him the chance.

He flashed and instantly appeared in front of the man in black robes, grabbing the man's collar and coldly asking, "Speak! Who sent you?"

A hint of resentment flashed in the black-robed man's eyes. Suddenly, he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of black blood. This mouthful of black blood turned into a cloud of poisonous mist in the air. Taking advantage of Ji Lin's momentary daze, the black-robed man turned into a black light and disappeared into the vast starry sky.

Ji Lin stared in the direction where the man in black had disappeared, his brows furrowed, a vague sense of unease creeping into his heart.

After the man in black robes escaped, he arrived at a deserted place, a space filled with dense demonic energy.

A person exuding demonic energy stood with his back turned, his figure like a towering mountain, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The man in black robes bowed respectfully: "Master, I have failed."

The person exuding demonic energy slowly turned around, and one hand grabbed the black-robed man's neck with lightning speed. "Useless! You can't even handle this small matter!" His voice was deep and cold.

Then, with a burst of force, the man in black robes instantly lost his breath. Immediately afterwards, a burst of black flames surged from his hand, burning the man in black robes to ashes.

If Ji Lin were here, he would surely recognize that this person exuding demonic energy is none other than Haotian, the one who made him the Ziwei Emperor…

Back at the Ziwei Palace, Huan'er and the Six-Eared Macaque congratulated Ji Lin on becoming a Quasi-Saint. Ji Lin then ordered the two of them to immediately summon their heavenly soldiers and generals to strengthen the defenses of the Ziwei Palace.

After doing all this, Ji Lin sat cross-legged in the palace and fell into deep thought. Then, he focused his consciousness on the memories of Donghuang Taiyi that he had obtained.

In Donghuang Taiyi's memory, one day, in the Zixiao Palace outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, an auspicious golden light suddenly burst forth, illuminating the entire chaotic void.

The news that Hongjun Daoist had successfully attained the status of a Primordial Golden Immortal and become a saint spread like wildfire throughout the prehistoric land.

On the Sun Star, Di Jun and Tai Yi suddenly awoke from their cultivation, their eyes blazing with excitement. The two were born on the Sun Star and, with their extraordinary talents, had distinguished themselves among the many innate beings of the prehistoric world.

"Brother, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun has become a saint and is preaching the Dao. This is an incredible opportunity!" Taiyi clenched his fists, his voice filled with excitement.

Di Jun nodded slightly, his gaze profound. "Indeed, this lecture is not to be missed."

Thus, Di Jun and Tai Yi transformed into two streaks of light and sped toward Zixiao Palace. When they arrived, countless innate beings had already gathered outside Zixiao Palace.

As the gates of Zixiao Palace opened, numerous beings quickly entered the palace, and in an instant, it was overflowing with people. Several prayer cushions closest to the lecture hall were also occupied.

Di Jun and Tai Yi looked around and chose a spot with an excellent view, where they sat cross-legged.

Before long, a peaceful figure slowly descended upon Zixiao Palace. It was none other than Hongjun Daozu. Hongjun Daozu's gaze was like a vast galaxy, piercing through layers of space and sweeping over all living beings present.

In an instant, the entire Zixiao Palace fell silent. "Now that I have become a saint, I hereby convene this sermon to guide you on the path of cultivation."

Hongjun's voice, like a grand and resonant bell, lingered in everyone's hearts for a long time.

Taiyi held his breath, afraid of missing a single word. Dijun listened attentively while silently deducing the meaning in his mind.

During the Dao Ancestor's sermon, various strange phenomena appeared in the world. Colorful auspicious clouds rolled and surged, countless innate Dao characters appeared and disappeared, and spiritual energy surged into the Zixiao Palace like a raging tide.

Di Jun and Tai Yi were bathed in spiritual energy, their internal magical power surging and growing stronger like a boiling river…

Ji Lin withdrew from Donghuang Taiyi's memories, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

Through Donghuang Taiyi's memories, Ji Lin also returned to the time when Hongjun became a saint, listening to three sermons, which greatly helped his current quasi-saint realm. Ji Lin also successfully obtained three methods for achieving sainthood…