togophonebook Chapter 15 The First Holy Throne
Chapter 15 The First Holy Throne
The sage's decree, once spoken, became law, resounding throughout the vast wilderness, the nine heavens and ten earths, and the four seas and eight wastelands.
In an instant, the primordial land, which had been silent since the beginning of the Dragon-Han Calamity, suddenly boiled over!
Countless powerful beings who had attained enlightenment since ancient times and remained in seclusion were awakened from their seclusion.
Their gazes, without exception, were cast toward the endless chaos beyond the thirty-three heavens.
The sage preached!
This is the first truly extraordinary opportunity since the beginning of time!
Whoever arrives first and occupies a good position may gain an advantage on the elusive path of the Great Road!
In the Western Demon Land, Kunpeng immediately concealed his aura.
He looked up at the sky, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, without the slightest hesitation.
"Purple Cloud Palace!"
A clear and melodious cry of the roc resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Its body soared into the sky, transforming into the true form of the roc, which was thousands of miles in size. With a flap of its wings, it tore through the void and rushed straight towards the endless chaos beyond the thirty-three heavens!
Beyond the heavens lies a chaotic and desolate land.
There is no heaven and earth, no up and down, no four directions; only eternal chaos and deathly silence.
The terrifying chaotic gales raged, enough to easily tear apart the physical body of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.
The violent forces of earth, water, fire, and wind can even obliterate the Dao fruit of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Even ordinary Golden Immortals, without the protection of spiritual treasures, would have to tread carefully in this place, as if walking on thin ice.
However, Kunpeng is no longer what it used to be.
Although he was not arrogant, he was full of confidence.
Above his head, two twelve-petaled lotus platforms, one fiery red and the other pure white, slowly rotated, casting down divine light of red and white that firmly protected his massive body.
No matter how the chaotic winds blew, or how the earth, water, fire, and wind raged, they could not shake the seemingly thin light barrier in the slightest.
At the same time, he pushed the laws of wind to their limit.
His figure transformed into a streak of azure lightning within the chaos, so fast that it left countless other powerful beings from the primordial era, who were also struggling through the chaos, far behind.
After an unknown amount of time, an ancient and weathered palace finally appeared at the end of the chaos.
This palace is entirely made of an unknown type of blue stone, without any fancy decorations. The only thing on the plaque is three ancient characters that contain the ultimate truth of the Great Dao: Zixiao Palace!
"Squeak—"
The palace gates slowly opened.
Two exquisitely beautiful children emerged from the doorway; they were none other than the future rulers of Heaven, Haotian and Yaochi.
As soon as they opened the palace gates, they were so startled by a terrifying pressure mixed with chaotic evil energy that they retreated repeatedly.
A flash of azure light appeared, and Kunpeng had already withdrawn its Dharma form, transforming into the appearance of the Taoist in black robes, and landed in front of the Zixiao Palace.
He ignored the two boys who were still at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, and gazed intently at the deep hall. He took a step forward and stepped straight into it.
The main hall was vast and empty, yet it seemed to contain endless mysteries.
At the very front of the main hall, on an ancient-style futon, six purple futons were quietly placed.
"It's here after all!"
Kunpeng understood.
These six prayer cushions will become the seats for the six Heavenly Saints in the future!
It is the foundation of the divinely ordained holy throne!
Without any hesitation, he moved swiftly and arrived in front of the six prayer mats.
Then he sat down calmly on the first futon.
This seat should rightfully belong to Laozi, the head of the Three Pure Ones.
Now, however, Kunpeng has beaten him to it!
After settling down, Kunpeng immediately closed his eyes slightly, and Daoist energy flowed around his body.
The aura of the Pure White Lotus and the Karmic Fire Red Lotus enveloped him, concealing his origins and the secrets of heaven, and he entered a meditative state of forgetting himself and the world, as if he had been waiting here for countless ages.
Before long, three more figures arrived together.
The elderly man at the head of the group held a carrying pole, his face serene and indifferent.
The middle-aged Taoist priest in the middle has a solemn expression and holds a jade ruyi scepter with three treasures in his hand.
The last young Taoist priest had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding a sharp and piercing aura.
It was none other than the Three Pure Ones, who were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu!
With the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, a treasure of immense merit, atop their heads, they broke through the chaos and arrived right behind the Kunpeng.
"Um?"
When they saw a figure already seated at the head of the table, all three of them frowned.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable showed displeasure.
The Three Pure Ones are the true descendants of Pangu, bearing the merits of creating the world, and claiming to be the orthodox lineage of the primordial world. The first one should rightfully be their eldest brother, Taiqing Laozi.
Now a Taoist priest of unknown origin has beaten me to it?
However, when they tried to deduce the Taoist's origins, they found that the laws surrounding him were obscure and the secrets of heaven were in chaos, as if they were covered by a supreme treasure, making it impossible to see through him at all.
To be the first to arrive here, and to possess such means of concealing the secrets of heaven, is no ordinary person.
The three Pure Ones exchanged a glance, but ultimately did not lash out on the spot. Instead, they took up the second, third, and fourth prayer cushions in turn.
Immediately afterwards, a man and a woman arrived together.
The man was handsome and extraordinary, holding the Fuxi Qin (a type of zither).
The woman was of unparalleled beauty; she was none other than the goddess Nuwa.
With her elder brother Fuxi escorting her, Nuwa arrived safely. Seeing that there were still empty seats, she sat down on the fifth prayer mat.
Then, a red light flashed, and a kind-faced old man in a red robe, Hongyun Patriarch, followed closely behind, smiling as he occupied the last prayer mat.
At this point, all six prayer cushions were occupied.
Subsequently, countless powerful beings from the primordial era, such as the Sun Star Emperor Jun, Taiyi, the Twelve Ancestral Witches under Mount Buzhou, Zhen Yuanzi, and others, rushed to the scene.
Seeing that all six prayer cushions were full, they were unwilling but knew that their chance had been missed, so they found their own places and sat down cross-legged.
With the three thousand seats nearly full and the gates of Zixiao Palace about to close,
Two disheveled figures stumbled in.
It was the Western duo, Jieyin and Zhunti.
"Waaah... The West is barren and the journey is long. We almost missed the sage's teachings. How bitter our desire for the Way is!"
As soon as Zhunti entered the main hall, disregarding the gazes of others, he immediately beat his chest, stamped his feet, and burst into tears.
The Taoist priest standing to the side also had a look of great distress on his face, and he sighed deeply.
This performance immediately drew everyone's attention.
The old ancestor Hongyun, who was sitting on the sixth futon, was kind-hearted by nature and could not bear to see such a scene.
Seeing that the guide was emaciated but seemed to possess great perseverance, he couldn't bear it and stood up, saying, "Fellow Daoist, don't cry. I see that your heart is very sincere in seeking the Dao. I will give you this seat."
"Thank you so much, fellow Daoist! I will never forget your great kindness!"
Upon hearing this, Jieyin immediately stopped crying, thanked Hongyun profusely, and sat down without any hesitation.
Meanwhile, the Daoist Zhunti saw that his senior brother had a seat, but his own problem had not yet been resolved.
His shifty eyes swept across the front row of the main hall.
The three Pure Ones sat cross-legged, their auras flowing together, clearly not to be trifled with.
Beside Nuwa, her elder brother Fuxi protected her; both of them possessed powerful auras and were not to be trifled with.
The only one who sat at the head of the table, a Taoist in a green robe, was all alone, his aura restrained, and he seemed to be the easiest to bully.
Zhunti made up his mind and immediately stepped forward, bowing to the Kunpeng who was resting with its eyes closed:
"Fellow Daoist, I, Zhunti, greet you."
"This Zixiao Palace is a sacred place of saints, and the position of the head monk is related to great fortune. Only those with great blessings and a strong foundation can bear it. I see that you are a stranger to me, fellow Daoist. Why don't you offer this position to me and forge a good connection? What do you say?"
These words immediately caused an uproar in the main hall.
No one expected that this Taoist from the West could be so shameless!
At that moment, Yuanshi Tianzun, who had always been dissatisfied with Kunpeng taking the lead, suddenly let out a cold snort.
His expression was arrogant, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.
Although Kunpeng had a treasure to conceal his aura, making it impossible for them to see through his origins.
But the fact that this person dared to put himself above their Pangu lineage made them very dissatisfied.
He then loudly reprimanded:
"Fellow Daoist Zhunti is absolutely right!"
"You cowardly coward, whoever used some underhanded means to seize this position first, what right do you have to be ranked alongside us, the true descendants of Pangu?"
"Get out of here at once, lest you defile this sacred place of Zixiao Palace!"