Prehistoric: Reborn as a tortoise, with understanding that defies heaven

Yang Gui shook his head.

"The Three Pure Ones were transformed from Pangu's original spirit, and they are naturally endowed with great merits. How can I sit in front of them?"

When the Three Pure Ones heard this, a smile appeared on their faces.

This ancient person not only knew their background, but also told them in front of the sacred beings of Honghuang, and spoke so nicely.

This is much better than them saying everywhere that they are the authentic Pangu.

But the next second, they couldn't laugh anymore.

"I'd better sit next to you."

Yang Gui flashed, and the space-time cushion appeared not far from Hongjun.

Hongjun was about to stop Yang Gui, but when he saw the space-time cushion, his eyes froze.

A beat slower.

Yang Mei!

At this moment, Yang Gui was already sitting not far from him, sitting cross-legged on the space-time cushion.

But Yang Gui didn't do too much.

Instead, he staggered half a body away from Hongjun, and did not sit on an equal footing with him.

The power of the saint represents heaven and earth.

Previously, Hongjun was in the wrong and wanted to plot against Yang Gui, which made Yang Gui afraid to use his power to control Hongjun.

Repeated provocations can easily lead to disasters.

Yang Gui was also gambling when he took out the time and space cushion!

He was betting that Hongjun would be afraid of the Great Immortal Yang Mei!

This time, Hongjun returned the cause and effect and preached to Yang Gui.

If Hongjun drove Yang Gui out, this great cause and effect would not be fulfilled by Hongjun.

Unexpectedly, he made the right bet. Hongjun just looked at him deeply and did nothing else.

The reason why he wanted to sit not far from Hongjun was just to have a name.

In the prehistoric world, this represents luck!

This is also his second purpose for coming to Zixiao Palace.

But other supernatural powers were blown away!

You said it so nicely, why did you sit beside the saint?

But when I think of Yang Gui's identity, I feel that it is a little reasonable.

Without waiting for the saints to speak again, Hongjun's voice was indifferent, as if it was a calm well, "From now on, the seats cannot be changed, sit here."

All the saints were shocked, and felt a sense of loss.

The saints' mouths are the mirror of heaven, representing the way of heaven.

What they said will not be easily changed.

From then on, the first sermon in Zixiao Palace began!

The sky was full of flowers, golden lotuses were surging from the ground, strange phenomena occurred frequently, and colorful divine light illuminated the heavens.

The chaotic energy rolled and shook the prehistoric world.

The saints around listened in fascination.

Because of their own backgrounds and talents, the three thousand saints had different understandings of Hongjun's teachings.

They shook their heads, frowned, and tried hard to remember.

It was like the appearance of all living beings, each with its own differences.

However, Yang Gui did not listen to Hongjun's teachings.

He had already understood Hongjun's immortal way in Buzhou Mountain before.

Moreover, the sermon this time was about the Daluo Dao, which was to sort out the foundation for all living beings in the prehistoric world.

It was useless to him.

Hongjun wanted to absorb the endless luck of the prehistoric world and become the ancestor of the prehistoric world. This was what he had to do.

Yang Gui sat cross-legged on the time and space cushion, closed his five senses and seven orifices, and comprehended the two great laws of time and space.

The three thousand gods were all shocked by this scene.

This ancient man was not here to listen to the Dao, otherwise why would he close his seven senses and isolate the holy sound.

Hongjun's Dao sound was endless, and these gods did not dare to be distracted too much. They were just surprised for a moment, and then they stopped paying attention and began to concentrate on listening to the Dao.

Hongjun's lecture lasted for 30,000 years.

When the gods in Zixiao Palace were listening to it in ecstasy, Hongjun's Dao sound disappeared.

The three thousand gods felt uncomfortable and unsatisfied, and all opened their eyes and looked over.

Facing their doubts, Hongjun said calmly, "I am a saint of heaven and earth, in charge of education, and I should preach to all living beings three times; this time I will preach for 30,000 years, and I will preach again after 10,000 years."

"Teacher, be merciful!"

The three thousand saints all stood up, with gratitude on their faces.

In this preaching, although the three thousand saints and Hongjun were not master and disciple in name, they were master and disciple in reality.

Although Hongjun was talking about the way of Daluo, he also asked them to reorganize themselves and strengthen their own foundation.

"What don't you understand about this preaching?"

Hongjun asked.

Taiqing Saint suddenly said, "Teacher, may I ask if the realm above Daluo is the realm of saints?"

These innate saints are born Daluo and Taiyi, and the lowest is Jinxian.

But they are a little unsure about the realm above Daluo.

Hongjun spoke slowly, "The path of the prehistoric beings is difficult, just like climbing a ladder, you need to climb up step by step from the bottom up."

"Below the saints, I divide them into several realms: celestial immortals, true immortals, mysterious immortals, golden immortals, Taiyi golden immortals, Daluo golden immortals, and quasi-sages."

"Above quasi-sages, there are saints."

As soon as this sentence appeared.

All the prehistoric beings, whether they participated in the Zixiao Palace lecture or not, were blessed.

They understood the division of the realm of cultivation.

Previously, they had a clear understanding of the three realms of Golden Immortal, Taiyi Golden Immortal, and Daluo Golden Immortal.

However, because the world was just created, no one paid attention to the realms below the Golden Immortal in the prehistoric world, and none of them were taken seriously.

From today on, the prehistoric world has a clear direction for cultivation.

The Taiqing Saint nodded, "Teacher, be merciful!"

Hongjun spoke again, "Dong Wanggong, Xi Wangmu, come forward."

Dong Wanggong in the crowd was stunned, and did not dare to delay, "Teacher!"

Xi Wangmu was nervous and followed closely.

Hongjun glanced at Dong Wanggong and Xi Wangmu and said, "One of you is the first yang energy in the world, and the other is the first yin energy in the world."

"The world has yin and yang, and it should be in line with the operation of the world."

With a flash of his palm, two top-grade innate spiritual treasures flew to Dong Wanggong and Xi Wangmu respectively.

"From today on, Dong Wanggong is the leader of male immortals; Xi Wangmu is the leader of female immortals."

Boom!

As Hongjun finished speaking, a huge force of luck fell on Dong Wanggong and Xi Wangmu.

This attracted three thousand gods to look at them, with inexplicable expressions.

As luck rose, Dong Wanggong was so excited that he forgot everything and his face flushed; Xi Wangmu quickly lowered her head and dared not show any expression.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Xi Wangmu quickly retreated to the corner, lowered her head and said nothing.

Dong Wanggong looked proud, standing in front of all the gods, holding a dragon-headed cane, as if he was declaring his sovereignty.

His action caused many gods to frown involuntarily.

"Teacher." At this time, the ancestor witch Hou Tu stood up and asked, "As descendants of Pangu, my witch clan cannot give birth to the primordial spirit and do not understand the Tao. I wonder if there is a solution?"

Hongjun pondered for a moment, and then said, "The answer you want is not here. The fate has not arrived yet, and you still need to understand it yourself."

Hou Tu looked a little regretful, as if she had made a big decision, and looked at Yang Gui who was not far from Hongjun, "I wonder if the senior has a solution."

The saints don't know, but you actually ask others.

This ancestor witch is really bold, and he is not afraid of losing the face of the saints.

For a moment, all the saints looked at Yang Gui.

Yang Gui, who was comprehending the Tao of time and space, was aware of it and slowly opened his eyes, "What you are asking for is not unsolvable, but the time has not come yet."

"Remember what I said before, otherwise everything will end."

After that, he glanced at Hongjun, put away the time and space cushion and disappeared in the Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun had a blank expression and waved his sleeves.

Three thousand saints disappeared in Zixiao Palace, leaving only Hongjun frowning and quickly deducing in his seat.

"The fragment of the Jade Disc of Creation is not on Guixuan."

"Did I guess wrong, and the remaining part is on Yang Mei?"

After a long time, Hongjun's face was gloomy and his heart was choked.

When fighting with Yang Gui, he used his saintly power to secretly spy on the other party's whole body.

But he did not find the shadow of the fragment of the Jade Disc of Creation.

Not giving up, he wanted to use preaching to bring the other party into the Xuanmen, but he did not expect that Guixuan had already prepared and took out Yang Mei's time and space cushion, closed his five senses and seven orifices, and did not listen to the sound of Tao.

After a series of actions, Hongjun felt as if he had been doing useless work.

"Is there any deal between Guixuan and Yang Mei?"

Hongjun couldn't help but think about it.

Unfortunately, Yang Mei had left Honghuang and fled far away; and had a fight with him before leaving.

When he thought about not being able to find the remaining fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation, Hongjun, as a saint, couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

"Yang Mei, do you really think that you can be safe if you leave!"

"I'm waiting for you!"