Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Although Daozu Hongjun failed to seize the body of the Heavenly Dao and was expelled from the prehistoric world, he was only driven away, not completely perished.

The person is not dead yet, and you are talking behind his back. Do you only plan to stay in the prehistoric world and not go to the Chaos Sea?

But Zhunti did not remind Yuanshi to be careful about the meaning of his words. He hoped that Yuanshi would say more, and it would be best if these words could reach Hongjun's ears.

So many years have passed. With Hongjun's ability and years of cultivation in the chaos, his strength must have recovered or even improved. If Yuanshi is targeted by him, he will definitely suffer in the future.

It’s better to eat more and kill the arrogance of this Senior Brother Yuanshi!

The Supreme Saint sighed slightly, "Junior brother, be careful with your words."

"What are you afraid of!"

Tongtian also spoke at this time, "He is no longer the Dao Ancestor of the past. He is hated by the Great Dao of the Primordial World. Don't even think about setting foot in the Primordial World in this lifetime.

Not to mention that this old villain almost refined our Dao Fruits back then, just the fact that he tried to forcibly seize the body of the Heavenly Dao caused us so much trouble.

How long has the Lich Tribulation lasted, and a new one is about to begin? All of this is the mess he left behind for us after causing trouble back then.

The number of calamities is increasing, and the intervals between them are getting shorter and shorter. According to this trend, sooner or later, countless calamities will befall saints like us!"

After these words were spoken, the saints fell silent again.

It is said that saints are immortal and free from disasters and calamities, but who knows that saints also have their own troubles.

The number of internal catastrophes is increasing, and Hongjun and other chaotic demons are watching covetously from outside. The sphere of influence of the prehistoric universe is being continuously compressed bit by bit.

"Talking about these things is still too far-fetched. Everyone, please first think about how to prepare for this catastrophe!"

The sage Hou Tu was the most open-minded and was not panicked at all.

There's nothing to panic about.

If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

Father God Pangu has returned from reincarnation. Even if there really is an infinite calamity, Father God will naturally be there to handle it. She is just a weak and lonely little woman. She just needs to be obedient. Why should she worry so much!

Of course, she would definitely not tell anyone this news. Not only that, she would even have to cover it up for Father God first.

Before Father God fully grows up, the fewer people who know this news, the better!

After Hou Tu said this, the Supreme Saint turned to look at her, "Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, what are your thoughts on this upcoming catastrophe?"

Hou Tu waved her hands, "I have no opinion. What is coming cannot be stopped. The way of heaven is about to unleash a killing calamity. In the prehistoric world, a large number of powerful people will die.

As for who should die, it's up to you. Anyway, most of the strong men of my Wu clan died in the last catastrophe."

The Supreme One looked at the Nuwa Saint again, "Fellow Daoist, what about you? Do you have any opinions?"

Nuwa Saint laughed, "Opinion, is my opinion important?

When the demons were slaughtering humans to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword, you blocked the entrance to my Wa Palace and wouldn't let me go out to mediate.

When the Wu clan fought desperately to crash down Mount Buzhou, you still blocked my way and wouldn't let me go out.

You are the ones who said that the great calamity is a calamity of killing, and the great calamity will not end unless there are enough casualties.

Now, our two tribes of witches and liches have been completely wiped out. Next, a new calamity begins. Who do you think will be the target of this killing calamity?"

Her voice was filled with mockery. "Although the human race is flourishing, the number of strong people in the human race is still insufficient. If we want to complete the catastrophe, we need to fill the gap with strong people. This gap is still huge!"

Chapter 1141 Nuwa: It would be better if they were all dead!

As soon as Saint Nuwa said this, the expressions of Saints such as Yuanshi Tongtian and Zhunti changed slightly.

How could they not hear the gloating in it?

Most of the strong men from the two races of Lich and Warlock have died. Although the human race is the main race in the prehistoric times, it has not yet fully grown up and does not have enough strong men.

In order to complete the mission goal of the catastrophe, it is necessary to separate some strong people from other forces and send them into the killing catastrophe until the power of the catastrophe of the catastrophe completely disappears.

This is the truth, but the question is which people should be selected to be sent into the catastrophe.

If we talk about the entire prehistoric world, the sect with the largest number of powerful people is naturally the saint sect.

It would be fine if they were just human disciples. The only direct disciple of the Supreme Saint is Master Xuandu, and the rest are outer disciples. As long as you don't think about Master Xuandu, the Supreme Saint will be easy to talk to.

But the same cannot be said for the Chan and Jie sects!

No matter it is the orthodox sect or the evil sect, there are many true disciples under the two saints. The quasi-saint Daluo-level existences are famous in the prehistoric world. They will be heartbroken if one of them dies!

Subconsciously, Yuanshi and Tongtian looked at the Saint Zhunti at the same time.

Zhunti shuddered suddenly, shook his head and said sadly: "Two brothers, my Western Paradise is poor and barren, and the only two who have some influence so far are Medicine Buddha and Maitreya Buddha, and at most Ksitigarbha.

We only have a few capable disciples like these, so we can't send them into the killing calamity, right?"

As he spoke, he rolled his eyes and looked towards the seats of the Heavenly Emperors below, and whispered, "I think that the Heavenly Emperors are too powerful and lack respect for saints like us.

How about sending them into a murderous calamity?"

After these words were spoken, Yuanshi's eyes paused slightly, and he seemed to be quite interested.

Seeing this, Zhunti immediately became even more excited and continued, "Apart from the Great Emperor of Heaven, I think there are too many powerful people in the Thirty-Three Heavens. What about the Lord of Heaven, the Lord of the Heaven, etc.? They all call themselves the Great Heavenly Venerable, but they don't know the will of heaven!

Fellow Daoists, do you think they should be robbed?"

Hou Tu and Nu Wa didn't care. Their power had collapsed long ago during the Lich Calamity. Now one of them stayed in the Queen Nuwa Palace and didn't care about worldly affairs, while the other stayed in the underworld and rarely went out. They just watched the calamity as fun.

However, Hou Tu still expressed her attitude towards Zhunti's proposal, "The calamity is the result of the entanglement of cause and effect in the world, and it is a response measure made by the Heavenly Dao.

I suggest that, to avoid unnecessary conflict, we saints should simply settle our own disciples from now until the end of the kalpa, and no one else should interfere in other matters. How do you do that?

Tongtian Sage's eyes flickered, and he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, what you mean is that the Sage won't take action, and who will be calamity and who won't, depends entirely on the ability of the people below."

Hou Tu nodded, "That's exactly what I mean. With high cultivation, deep blessings, and good moral conduct, one will naturally not fall into disaster."

As for those with average roots, who have not cultivated virtue and have no good fortune, they are destined to go through reincarnation."

When these words were spoken, Yuanshi and other saints were somewhat moved.

High cultivation, deep blessings, and good morals, isn't this what my disciples are like?

Disciples of saints are well versed in teachings, gather energy and luck, and have magical treasures to protect them. In terms of foundation, who can compare with these disciples of great sects?

Even if the great calamity falls upon their disciples, as long as these saints do not take action, who can have the ability to send the true disciples of the great sect into reincarnation?

"Okay, then it's settled!" Yuanshi Saint spoke first.

His Chan sect follows the elitist route, and all the disciples are extraordinary and powerful. In his heart, the true disciples of his sect are the best!

If the saint does not take action, and all the powerful people in the prehistoric world fight each other, it will be others who die, not his disciples of the Chan sect!

The Sage Tongtian had no objection at all.

His Jiejiao sect emphasizes teaching without discrimination. There are countless powerful people in the Jiejiao sect, and it is known as the sect where thousands of immortals come to pay homage. It can be called the largest sect in the prehistoric world.

Senior Brother Yuanshi is not afraid of the impact of the catastrophe on his disciples, so he, the leader of the Jiejiao Sect, is even less afraid!

Seeing that his two junior brothers had no objections, the Supreme Saint made the final decision, "Since that is the case, from this moment on, we saints will watch the chess game in silence, waiting for the arrival of the catastrophe."

Since Tai Shang approved of this rule, Zhunti and others naturally did not dare to refute it.

At that moment, all the saints nodded in agreement, "That's right, great!"

After discussing the matter of the kalpa, the saints stood up and left.

As for the immortal wine and peaches on the table, except for Nuwa and Houtu, the other saints didn't even look at them.

Nuwa held up the peaches, took a bite, and said with a smile, "After all these years, these peaches that ripen once every nine thousand years still taste so good. Senior Brother Taishang and the others didn't even glance at them. They really didn't enjoy it."

Hou Tu held a peach in her hand and glanced at her, "I didn't expect that even after becoming a saint, you still haven't changed your habit of loving to eat."

Nuwa sighed, "So what if I become a saint? As long as I still have desires, I'm no different from a human. Life is about finding some fun for myself, otherwise, wouldn't it be too boring?"

But you, sister, now that everyone else has left, can you tell me about the origins of Emperor Xuantian?

"The fact that you were able to use the Samsara Disk to conceal the secrets of Heaven must be terrifying!"

Hou Tu took a bite of the peach in her hand, which was crunchy, and said casually, "He is indeed a very powerful figure. Don't ask questions. All you need to know is that it won't do you any harm to be on good terms with him!"

Nuwa rolled her eyes, "As a saint, do I need to befriend a Daluo monk?

Even if he is the reincarnation of the ancient demon ancestor, even if he comes back through reincarnation, he can only be below the saint.

In the current prehistoric world, the sage status is already full. If you don’t become a sage, you will always be an ant! "

As if she knew she couldn't get anything out of him, Nuwa didn't waste any more time and stood up and said, "Forget it, since you don't want to talk, I won't ask anymore.

As for this impending catastrophe, what does it have to do with us? Just watch the show!"

Most of the strong men from the two tribes of Lich and Warlock have died. Now a new catastrophe has begun. Nuwa hopes that all the forces under the other saints will be wiped out!

Only by dying cleanly can she vent the anger she felt when the door was blocked!

Watching Nuwa leave on the phoenix, Houtu knew in her heart that this Nuwa still remembered the hatred of being blocked by other saints.

Don't be fooled by the other party's words that you just need to watch the show. If there is a suitable opportunity, this Lady Nuwa will definitely make some moves in secret to make things difficult for the people of the orthodox sect, the devil sect, the Western sect, and so on!

After pondering for a moment, Houtu chuckled and said, "What does this have to do with me?"

I only need to help Song Xuan, the reincarnation of the Father God, when necessary. As for other things, such as the catastrophe and the sectarian disputes, what do they have to do with me, a saint whose real body is not convenient to leave the underworld?

Chapter 1142 I just can’t stand people like you who are just monkeys in human form

As the saints left one after another, Song Xuan felt relieved.

He was still a little nervous. What if a saint wanted to calculate his origins? Would his true origins be figured out?

But now it seems that he was overthinking it.

Except for Houtu, the saint whose curiosity was a little too strong, the other saints had no interest in even taking a second look at him.

In the eyes of the saints, let alone a newly promoted emperor, even the top quasi-saint under the saints like the Heavenly Emperor, the saints are too lazy to say a few words.

If you don't become a saint, you will end up being an ant. This sentence is fully reflected in today's Peach Festival.

From the beginning to the end, apart from a polite remark at the beginning, the saint ignored all the gods and immortals at the Peach Festival!

Hou Tu Saint was the last to leave. He was considered the one with the best temper. Before leaving, he rarely looked at the Emperor of Heaven and said, "These peaches taste good. I like them very much."

The Emperor immediately understood, "If the Saint likes it, I will prepare some for you to take back!"

As he spoke, he instructed the Queen Mother to pack up some more peaches for the Saint Hou Tu to take away.

Song Xuan and other immortals watched this scene quietly, no one dared to speak, and the scene was very dull for a while.

Song Xuan was also a little emotional. Other saints were dismissive of the wine and food at the Peach Festival, but Saint Hou Tu was the only one who not only ate the food, but also packed it up and took it away.

As expected of the supreme god who rules the underworld, compared with other saints, this Hou Tu saint is really down-to-earth.

As this last saint left, the atmosphere of the entire Yaochi fairyland suddenly seemed to come alive.

The saints have left, but the people they brought with them stayed here, and now they are all drinking and chatting with laughter.

Looking around, the group of fairies seemed to have just woken up from hibernation. They were talking and laughing, enjoying the dance, drinking fairy wine and eating peaches. The scene was very lively.

Song Xuan's mind moved, and he waved his sleeves, and saw Lian Xing's figure next to the seat.

Lian Xing was stunned at first, but when she saw her husband's figure, her eyes suddenly turned and her brows were full of smiles.

"Husband, is this the Heavenly Palace?"

Song Xuan nodded, "This is the Yaochi Fairyland, and the immortals are holding the Peach Festival."

He pointed at the immortal wine, peaches, and various spiritual fruits on the table and said, "These things are useless to me, but they are very effective for you.

Eat more, and if you can’t finish it, put it away, don’t waste it!”

Lian Xing smiled and nodded, picked up the peach and took a bite. In an instant, she felt as if her mouth was filled with immortal essence.

In the distance, many immortals seemed to be drinking and chatting, but in fact, many of them were keeping an eye on Song Xuan out of the corner of their eyes.

Especially Bai Suzhen's father, Lord Tengshe, who was dressed in a black robe, was still wondering why Hou Tu Saint was so polite to Song Xuanhui.

But at this moment, when he saw that there was a pretty woman next to Song Xuan, and the two of them were extremely intimate, he suddenly felt dissatisfied.

"My daughter has waited so long for you in vain. It's fine if you don't give me face, but you even trample on Xiaobai's love!"

Anger welled up in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to get up and find trouble with Song Xuan, but before he stood up, he heard a slightly sarcastic voice not far away.

"Hey, a great emperor like you actually brought people here to eat and drink for free. This is really a disgrace to the Heavenly Court!"

Song Xuan, who was cutting peaches, raised his head when he heard the words and met the eyes of a tall man in a blue robe.