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Chapter 41 The Holy Throne Futon, Pixiu Obstructs the Divine Power
Chapter 41 The Holy Throne Futon, Pixiu Obstructs the Divine Power
now.
Haotian Yaochi has led many innate deities to the main hall, the true place for preaching.
As Haotian Yaochi began to push open the doors of the main hall, the doors on both sides slowly opened.
In an instant, a surge of innate spiritual energy, so rich it was almost tangible, rushed towards me, mixed with the lingering essence of the Great Dao.
All the innate deities were startled, their eyes fixed on the wide-open hall.
The moment the main hall opened, a strange light flashed in Nuwa's eyes.
In the darkness, she sensed that there was some kind of destiny within the hall that was connected to her fate, calling out to her.
She immediately sent a telepathic message to Tianlu and her brother Fuxi beside her.
"Brother Tianlu, elder brother, there may be a great opportunity within this palace; we must not miss it!"
Upon hearing this, Fuxi's expression immediately turned solemn.
Although he didn't sense it, his younger sister wouldn't deceive him. If she said there was a chance, it must be an earth-shattering opportunity.
"Don't worry, little sister. When the gate opens, I will use all my escape techniques to give you the upper hand."
Fuxi responded telepathically, his magical power flickering within him.
Tianlu was lying on the clouds, letting Yang Hui's soft, boneless hands gently massage his back.
Upon hearing Nuwa's voice transmission, he slightly opened his eyes and glanced at the main hall that was opening.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, since you have sensed an opportunity, then let's make our move."
Tianlu knew the cause and effect in his heart.
What kind of predestined opportunity or chance? It's clearly the sacred seat and prayer mat ordained by the Heavenly Dao.
However, he himself didn't feel anything.
Logically speaking, with his terrifying fortune as a favored child of the Great Dao, there should be no opportunity in this primordial world that he couldn't sense.
The only explanation is that the Heavenly Dao doesn't want to give him the opportunity to become a saint.
"Ha, how petty of Heaven."
Tianlu chuckled inwardly.
What he pursued was the ultimate freedom and transcendence, the Primordial Golden Immortal status of the Great Luo Immortal who roamed freely in the chaos and was free from all constraints, rather than the prestigious but actually shackled position of a saint.
But that doesn't mean he'll just stand by and watch his friend steal it.
Since Nuwa has spoken up, let's lend a hand.
Just as the holy beings were still slightly stunned by the Daoist aura behind the gate, the Three Pure Ones had already transformed into three streams of pure energy and swiftly disappeared into the main hall.
Nuwa and Fuxi followed closely behind.
Other powerful figures, such as Di Jun, Tai Yi, Hong Yun, and Kun Peng, also unleashed their most powerful escape techniques after realizing what was happening.
In an instant, the Purple Cloud Palace shone brightly, and various laws collided violently.
However, at that moment, Tianlu, who had been moving slowly, suddenly made his move.
Although he was still lying on the clouds, his golden claw made a light swipe in the void.
"Time-Space Corridor, fixed!"
Tianlu murmured softly.
In an instant, centered on him, the two supreme laws of space and time intertwined in a bizarre way.
The originally flat space was like a folded piece of paper, instantly overlapping tens of thousands of layers.
And the passing time, within this overlapping space, becomes incredibly viscous, as if it has turned into a stagnant pool.
The more than two thousand powerful cultivators present felt their vision blur, and the gate that was once so close suddenly became impossibly far away.
They seemed trapped in an eternal labyrinth, no matter how they used their escape techniques, they were stuck in the same place.
"This is... the law of space? No, there's also the law of time!"
Taiyi, who was holding the Chaos Bell, changed his expression drastically.
He possesses the Chaos Bell, a treasure born with him, which has the power to suppress space and time, making him most sensitive to these two laws.
Taiyi immediately summoned the Chaos Bell and roared angrily.
"open!"
Boom!
The melodious chimes echoed throughout Zixiao Palace, and the terrifying sound waves, carrying the power to suppress the primordial chaos, shattered a crack in the spacetime corridor that Tianlu had casually laid out.
At the same time, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, two of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, also made their moves.
Dijiang's body was surrounded by flashing spatial patterns, and his six legs and four wings trembled violently, forcibly tearing through space.
Zhu Jiuyin opened and closed his eyes, the laws of time dancing at his fingertips, attempting to set things right and make stagnant time flow again.
With the combined efforts of several top-tier experts, the spacetime corridor collapsed completely after only three breaths.
But for a Great Luo Golden Immortal, those three breaths were enough to decide everything.
When the saints rushed into the preaching hall, the six purple prayer cushions at the front were already full of people.
The first is naturally Laozi, followed by Yuanshi, and the third is Tongtian.
These three were transformed from the primordial spirit of the great god Pangu, and they possessed the merit of creating the world. As they firmly held the top three positions, almost no one dared to object.
And in the fourth position, Nuwa was sitting.
With Fuxi's full protection and the interference of the Tianlu Time-Space Corridor, she successfully seized this precious position.
The fifth position belongs to Hongyun, who is known as a kind-hearted person.
He was extremely fast, and moreover, Hongjun was secretly manipulating things.
The sixth position is occupied by Beiming Kunpeng, which is also due to Hongjun's secret manipulation.
Tianlu slowly rode the clouds, carrying Yang Hui as they floated in.
Without even glancing at the six sacred prayer cushions, he stopped directly on the open ground behind Nuwa and Fuxi.
Yang Hui sat obediently to the side, continuing to massage Tianlu, a scene that made many innate deities around them show jealous expressions.
"This Pixiu—is it really treating Zixiao Palace like its own backyard?"
"Is that woman Yang Hui, the ruler of Xikunlun? How could she be so obsequious?"
The group of saints whispered among themselves, but no one dared to step forward and provoke them.
After all, the way Tianlu casually trapped two thousand saints was truly terrifying.
Seeing this, the other powerful beings, though unwilling, could only take out their personal prayer mats and sit cross-legged in the main hall.
In an instant, auspicious clouds swirled within the preaching hall, celestial music filled the air, and all the holy beings closed their eyes to meditate, awaiting the arrival of Hongjun.
As time goes by, the 30,000-year period is drawing to a close.
Just as Haotian and Yaochi were about to completely close the doors of the main hall, two disheveled figures suddenly squeezed out from the gap in the void.
"Fellow Daoist, please keep the door open! Fellow Daoist, please keep the door open!"
The visitors were none other than Cundi and Jieyin.
At this moment, where was the slightest trace of the demeanor of a primordial powerhouse between the two?
Their Taoist robes were already tattered, and even the Seven Treasures Tree in Zhunti's hand was missing several branches, while Jieyin's expression was extremely distressed.
They were stripped of their fortune by Tianlu in the chaotic gale, and were trapped for a long time by the magic set up by Hongjun. It was lucky that they arrived at the last moment.
As soon as the two rushed into the main hall, they glanced around and saw that the front row was already full, and a sense of desolation immediately arose in their hearts.
Zhunti rolled his eyes, looking at the empty back and the six people sitting steadily in the front, and suddenly burst into tears.
"Alas! My fellow disciple and I have come from the barren lands of the West, with one heart set on the Dao, seeking only to obtain the Great Law to give back to the hundreds of millions of people in the West."
"Who would have thought that after such a long and arduous journey, we wouldn't even have a place to rest and listen to the teachings? How miserable is the fate of the West!"