Chapter 32 - The Origins of the Primordial Fan, Changes in the Purple Clouds Palace
Chapter 32: The Origins of the Primordial Fan, Changes in the Purple Clouds Palace
At this moment, Zhong Yue realized that he was very close to Mount Buzhou. Just a million miles away was the place where he had first discovered the Primordial Fan.
“Last time, I left in a hurry due to insufficient strength. Now that I have reached the Dao of the Great Luo, it’s time to properly explore Mount Buzhou.”
Zhong Yue stroked his chin, and his mind involuntarily recalled the transformation of his foundation last time.
Previously, when he had climbed Mount Buzhou, his initial intention had been to travel around, collect the essence of the earth veins to nourish himself, and see if he could luck out and find some innate spiritual treasures. However, upon arrival, his presence triggered a resonance with Mount Buzhou, which caused the mountain’s will to bestow blessings upon him. Ultimately, his foundation had leaped and transformed into that of an Innate Divine Saint.
Sometimes, Zhong Yue even wondered if the Primordial Fan in his hands had also been part of the blessings from that moment.
The Golden Spirit Pearl could be attributed to the merits and good fortune he earned by repairing the earth veins in the Western regions. However, treasures like the Innate Supreme Treasures didn’t seem like they could be obtained simply through merit and good fortune. After all, if enough merit and good fortune could grant such treasures, who could surpass the Three Pure Ones in that regard?
But in reality, only Taichi Laozi had received the Heavenly Yellow Linglong Pagoda, while the other two, Shangqing and Yuqing, currently had nothing in their hands.
“Since I’m already here, and there’s no rush, I might as well check on my ‘fellow clansmen.'”
Zhong Yue smiled lightly, and with a flash of his figure, he headed towards the distant Heavenly Pillar.
Compared to his last visit, Mount Buzhou was undoubtedly much livelier at this moment. On the one hand, it was due to the Wu Clan’s influence, as the war between the Witch and Demon races had been won by the Wu Clan. Due to their unique way of reproduction, their tribes had spread throughout the entire Mount Buzhou.
On the other hand, it was because of Hongjun’s teachings. While the Purple Clouds Palace was said to have three thousand guests of the mortal realm, the Dao imparted was not limited to these three thousand people. With a rich atmosphere of cultivation, many great beings preached, and as a result, the number of cultivators naturally increased.
In fact, not only Mount Buzhou, but during Zhong Yue’s travels throughout the primordial world over the years, he had noticed that cultivators were much more numerous and much stronger than before.
“The great war is upon us. The calamity of fate will soon begin. I wonder how many will turn to dust, and how many will achieve the Dao?”
Zhong Yue gazed at the prosperous scene within Mount Buzhou, feeling a deep sigh.
He walked step by step towards the mountain top, his destination clear.
Along the way, he occasionally stopped, either admiring a flower, tending to a patch of earth, or observing a person. In short, each encounter was different, but all shared the same purpose: the Dao.
With steady and resolute steps, he made his way towards the peak of Mount Buzhou.
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At this moment, within the Chaos Purple Clouds Palace, a figure suddenly burst in.
It was Kunpeng. Due to his hasty arrival, he appeared slightly disheveled. Although his severed arm had been restored and his clothes changed, his hair and the chaotic aura around him had not yet been tidied.
Upon his entrance, some of the great beings who had already arrived in the Purple Clouds Palace turned their gazes toward him. They were surprised to recognize Kunpeng, but they had no idea what was going on with him.
Frowns appeared on their faces, and some traces of displeasure could be seen in their eyes. The Purple Clouds Palace was Hongjun’s Daoist temple, and Kunpeng’s appearance was quite disrespectful.
“With scales and armor, and wet from hatching, truly unworthy of cultivation.”
The Primordial Heaven Master of the Three Pure Ones immediately mocked, with words full of derision.
The other great beings, upon hearing this, furrowed their brows even deeper, clearly displeased with the Primordial Heaven Master’s disrespect. However, they did not speak out.
On one hand, the Three Pure Ones were united, and the Primordial Heaven Master was not someone to be trifled with. On the other hand, Kunpeng had indeed been rude.
Regardless of the situation, Hongjun had imparted the Dao to them. Even though he had not accepted disciples, he was still considered a teacher in a way. Out of both emotion and reason, they felt it was necessary to reprimand Kunpeng. Although the Primordial Heaven Master’s words were excessive, they did reflect their collective attitude.
At the back of the six mats, Zhunti also sneered repeatedly and was about to stand up to echo the Primordial Heaven Master.
However, as soon as he moved, Jieyin discreetly pulled him back.
Zhunti was taken aback and turned to look at Jieyin, intending to inquire quietly. But before he could, a voice interrupted him.
“Primordial Heaven Master, do you truly think I am afraid of you?”
The speaker was Kunpeng, his face dark and solemn, his gaze as deep and black as ink, staring directly at the Primordial Heaven Master.
At his words, the Primordial Heaven Master was momentarily stunned.
However, he quickly regained his composure, and his mind was filled with anger and embarrassment.
How could he, the distinguished leader of the Three Pure Ones, be reprimanded like this by anyone else?
Moreover, it was from one of the very beings he had always looked down upon in the past—those who wore scales and armor.
“Kunpeng, do you even know what you’re saying?”
The Primordial Heaven Master’s face darkened as he glared at Kunpeng from a distance.
The others, hearing this, also recovered from their momentary stupor. They all turned to look at Kunpeng, waiting for his response.
And their gazes thoroughly ignited the fury burning in Kunpeng’s heart.
Kunpeng recalled how Zhong Yue had mocked him before. It was because of his own concession that even someone at the Great Luo level dared to belittle him.
Now, here in the Purple Clouds Palace, he had done nothing to provoke anyone, yet once again he was met with mockery. Did they really think Kunpeng was someone they could easily bully?
In an instant, the frustration that had been building up within Kunpeng exploded.
“What I say is none of your concern!”
“Hah, relying on the legacy of the Great Pangu, do you Three Pure Ones not even know your own worth?”
“Come then, if you dare, step out with me. The Three Pure Ones united—so what? Even if I shed this cultivation today, I’ll still make sure your blood stains the ground here.”
Kunpeng’s voice was cold as he fixed his gaze on the Primordial Heaven Master, his entire body radiating boundless killing intent.
The murderous aura was so intense it seemed as though it would freeze the very void, causing the other Innate Great Deities near Kunpeng to instinctively move away.
The entire scene fell into stunned silence, even Dong Huang Taiyi and Di Jun were struck with disbelief.
In their memory, Kunpeng had never been so resolute. He was the one who, in the past, had been overturned from his meditation mat without daring to speak up. Why was he suddenly so bold now?
For a moment, all eyes were on Kunpeng, confusion written in their gazes.
Of course, among them were a few who were secretly hoping for a confrontation between Kunpeng and the Primordial Heaven Master, eager for an exciting spectacle.
Sitting on his mat, the Primordial Heaven Master’s expression was as dark as water, his Three Treasures Ruyi tightly grasped in his hand, his eyes locked on Kunpeng.
The next moment, he stood up.
The Three Pure Ones were united, and since Kunpeng had already fired verbal shots, the Shangqing Heavenly Sage naturally stood as well, his right hand resting on the Qingping Sword.
Only Taichi Laozi remained seated, his brows furrowed, seemingly contemplating whether he should intervene.
Taichi Laozi’s hesitation was simple: this was the Purple Clouds Palace. If a battle broke out and it displeased their teacher, it could lead to trouble.
But if he did nothing, Kunpeng’s behavior was far too arrogant. Not only had he disrespected the Dao Ancestor, but he had also insulted the Father God—something utterly unforgivable.
At this moment, Taichi was far from the uninvolved, serene figure he would later become in the future.
After a brief moment, Taichi Laozi stood as well.
A great battle seemed imminent in this very place.