Outside the thirty-third heaven, in the primordial chaos.
Qing Ling strode into the elements of earth, wind, water, and fire.
The wind howled, passing through the boundless chaos, a transient visitor from the ten-dimensional space.
The power of earth, spreading across the past and future of chaos, it was once one of the creators of the eleventh dimension.
The vast water abyss, encompassing the remnants of the primordial descent from chaos, it was a container from the first to the final eleventh dimension.
The roaring flames, the sustainer that maintained the ten dimensions.
In the distant eleventh dimension, there was also the power of wood, which created life!
Yet, it was the life it created that transformed the primordial into chaos, descending from the eleven-dimensional world to the tenth dimension, chaos!
Whether it was the Heavenly Dao or the origin of the Great Dao, for Qing Ling, it was beyond words. Only the explanation of the eleventh dimension could vaguely describe the world, and even Pangu, gods, and demons.
Qing Ling slowly walked into the chaos, sinking into the mud of chaos, caught in the great tide of chaos, standing within the eternal fire of chaos when the wind of chaos blew.
The chaos that Qing Ling entered was the same chaos that the great divine abilities of the Primordial World entered, yet it was chaos of a different dimension.
From the moment he set foot in the chaos, countless Qing Lings entered the chaos, and in many parallel worlds, there was a him.
Qing Ling, with the wood of the five elements, entered the chaos, bringing the initial small perfection of the five elements to the chaos.
Other great powers, however, could not bring such small perfection, naturally failing to trigger changes in the chaos.
Upon entering the chaos, Qing Ling lost time and space, all perception of measurement and dimension.
Within chaos, years are not counted; a moment is eternity, and eternity may be but an instant.
Chaos was the shattered remnant of the eleventh-dimensional primordial chaos. The Heavenly Dao and the Primordial World were worlds of the ninth dimension evolved from the tenth-dimensional chaos.
Therefore, within the Primordial World, there was the saying that Saints are nine at their extreme.
Nine Saints were the limit that the dimension of the Primordial World could bear. Any more, and the dimension would collapse, leading to the shattering of the Primordial World and the re-enactment of earth, wind, water, and fire!
Qing Ling walked in the chaos and then sat down. With his casual seating, he became the center of chaos.
For there was no up, down, four directions, nor past and future; everywhere was the center of chaos, and every point was the edge of chaos.
Qing Ling sat as if at the center of the universe, encircling the center of chaos. His form gradually faded, faded, until he disappeared into nothingness.
The great winds of chaos blew, the great tides of chaos surged, the lands of chaos shifted, the seas of fire of chaos burned, and earth, wind, water, and fire merged into life-giving wood.
A seed of primordial wood was born from the chaos, gathering the power of the four images. With fire as the sun, the great tide as water, the earth as soil, and the wind’s stillness as oxygen, it grew vigorously.
A sprout first emerged in the chaos. Time was not counted in the chaos, hence it could not be measured by time.
Only by the earth, wind, water, and fire gathered around it as a measure could the four images nurture the primordial wood, silently.
Qing Ling had disappeared into the chaos, his essence merged with the chaos. He was part of the chaos, and the chaos was simply chaos.
Qing Ling's primordial spirit was clear, merging with the power of the four images.
He poured himself into the primordial wood. The wood, from a sprout, gradually grew, drawing leaves, extending branches, strengthening roots, and becoming a great tree.
Time was absent in the chaos, so Qing Ling’s primordial spirit used his body's inhalation and exhalation as a scale.
Between an inhale and an exhale, the tree began to grow.
Between an inhale and an exhale, the tree grew a hundred zhang, and then another hundred zhang.
His body merged with the tree, his heart merged with the tree; every branch and leaf was his body.
Qing Ling’s primordial spirit was lost in the formlessness of the four images, oblivious to the passage of time.
Between his inhales and exhales, ten thousand years of the Primordial World had passed.
In the blink of an eye, it was the second grand lecture by Hongjun. The three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace entered Zixiao, once again listening to the Great Dao. Great Wind Novel Network.
The Queen Mother of West Kunlun still had not gone, Chang'e of Taiyin still had not gone, Qi Meng of the Earthly Dao and the Ghost Ancestor had not gone either. Among the twelve Ancestral Witches, only Houtu had gone.
This lecture lasted for three thousand years, and it was a grand lecture on the Great Dao of Hunyuan and the method of becoming a Saint!
This lecture was profoundly deep, and very few of the three thousand Daoists truly grasped its meaning.
After the lecture, the Dao Ancestor looked at the three thousand Daoists in Zixiao Palace and said, "Within the Heavenly Dao, there shall be Saints to govern the world.
Below me, there are seven Saint positions. I bestow the Primordial Violet Qi upon you. This is the foundation of the Great Dao, a bridge connecting the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao. Once the Great Dao arrives, you shall henceforth be Saints!"
At this, all the great powers in Zixiao Palace were filled with excitement, longing for the Primordial Violet Qi.
Hongjun said, "The Three Pure Ones are the primordial spirits of the Great God Pangu, possessing immeasurable destiny. The Saints of the Primordial World shall have their rightful place!"
With that, three streams of violet Qi flew into the bodies of the Three Pure Ones.
The Three Pure Ones rose and bowed, "Teacher, you are merciful!"
The Daoists present, though envious, accepted it. After all, this heaven and earth were opened by Pangu, and the Three Pure Ones naturally deserved his lingering favor.
"Nuwa, by practicing the Great Dao of Creation, you will in the future create the Primordial World and accumulate great merit. Heaven and earth must acknowledge this kindness. For the sake of karma, there shall be a Saint position!"
With that, another stream of violet Qi flew out and merged into Nuwa's body.
Nuwa also rose and said, "Thank you, Dao Ancestor!"
Hearing this, some Daoists felt discontent. What great merit and creation? But thinking of Nuwa's twin sabers that shimmered with blood-red light, no one spoke.
Hongjun continued, "Zhunti and Jieyin, the only two survivors from the catastrophe of Dao and Demon, have the fortune of the West bestowed upon them, and the Heavenly Dao owes karma to the West. Therefore, these two Saint positions will be used to repay it."
Then, two more streams of violet Qi flew into their bodies.
Zhunti and Jieyin quickly rose and said, "Dao Ancestor, you are merciful!"
The Dao Ancestor's words left all the Daoists of the Primordial World no choice but to grudgingly accept.
These words meant: this is the will of the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao is repaying the karma owed to the West with Saint positions. If you are dissatisfied, then go find fault with the Heavenly Dao; this is not Hongjun's personal bias.
Next, everyone in the great hall held their breath, extremely tense, as there was only one last stream of violet Qi remaining!
The Dao Ancestor, with a blank expression, waved his hand, and the last stream of violet Qi flew out.
"For the last Saint position, let this violet Qi choose for itself!"
As the words fell, the violet Qi suddenly flew out, wandering among the three thousand Daoists, and finally gathered above Kunpeng's head.
For, besides the Dao Ancestor, Kunpeng's cultivation was the highest in this Zixiao Palace!
Kunpeng rejoiced in his heart and was about to reach out to summon the violet Qi.
However, the violet Qi suddenly seemed to be drawn and flew to Hongyun's head. Hongyun was stunned for a moment, and the violet Qi had already entered his celestial spirit.
Instantly, Hongyun felt that the gazes of everyone else towards him had changed.
Taiyi, seeing this, did not feel lost but asked, "Dao Ancestor, where is the last Primordial Violet Qi?"
The Dao Ancestor shook his head, "I do not know either. The Great Dao has fifty, and the Heavenly Dao evolves into forty-nine. That last one is the one that escapes, meant for the opportunity of all living beings in the world!"
Kunpeng, recovering from the loss of the violet Qi, asked, "Then, without the violet Qi, can one become a Saint?"
Hongjun shook his head, "Without the violet Qi, there will never be a chance to become a Saint!"
This statement caused many great powers to feel dejected.
However, Qing Xuan asked, "May I ask the Dao Ancestor, without the violet Qi, can one become Hunyuan?"
Hongjun glanced at him, "There is no Hunyuan under the Heavenly Dao!"
Everyone's hearts sank to the extreme, and their gazes towards Hongyun became somewhat strange.
The Three Pure Ones were remnants of Pangu's legacy, and no one would dare to provoke them.
Nuwa was the Wa Empress of the Demon Race, with Emperor Jun, Taiyi, Fuxi, and many others as companions. Moreover, her own strength was immense, and without complete certainty, they would not act rashly.
The two from the West were owed karma by the Heavenly Dao, so they naturally would not seize it under the Heavenly Dao's gaze.
It seemed that Hongyun was the weakest. At this time, Zhenyuanzi also kept a low profile, and the two of them were alone. The Dao Ancestor had also not promised to protect Hongyun.
As everyone was calculating in their minds, Houtu asked, "Dao Ancestor, may I ask if our Wu Clan has any chance of becoming a Hunyuan Saint?"
Hongjun said, "The Wu Clan was manifested from the blood of Pangu's heart. One should seek within the heart."