In The Primal Chaos, My identity Was Exposed By The Heavens Chapter 22 - The Great Path Pursued by Houtu, None Found by Hongjun!

Chapter 22: The Great Path Pursued by Houtu, None Found by Hongjun!

When he thought about the imminent breakthrough to the quasi-saint and joining the ranks of the prehistoric powerhouses, Yuanshi felt ecstatic. He couldn’t wait to show the Heavenly Lord to show his achievements in Purple Heaven Palace so the Heavenly Lord could understand that he ranked second among the Three Pure Ones and should be more powerful than him!

“Second brother, there are still a thousand years before the Taoist ancestor’s next lecture. We can go back to retreat and soon break through the quasi-saint.”

I’m eager to experience the quasi-sage realm I’ve been dreaming of.

After a brief pause, Laozi continued, “The Taoist methods of the Ancestor of the Tao are incredibly profound. We must go back and tell our third brother that the Ancestor of the Tao, Hong Jun, is the best teacher in the world!”

Yuanshi nodded, having complete faith in Hongjun’s incredible techniques. This time, back in the prehistoric world, he was determined to make the Heavenly Lord regret his initial choice and lead him back on the right path.

After making up his mind, Laozi and Yuanshi went hand in hand, traversing the endless chaos as they flew to the prehistoric land. The other three thousand Purple Heaven guests also returned with beaming smiles.

This time in Purple Heaven Palace, most beings gained something. Besides Laozi and Yuanshi, figures like Nuwa, Fuxi, Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, Western Jieyin, and Zhunti had a good harvest.

After leaving Purple Heaven Palace, everyone was eager to return to their retreats, deepen their understanding, and aim to break through their current realms. In the prehistoric world, strength reigns supreme, even though it seems peaceful; various forces secretly planned for the future. For example, the East Prince, the leader of the prehistoric male immortals, is secretly at odds with the monster clan Heavenly Court Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, engaging in open and covert power struggles to restrain each other.

Outside the gates of Purple Heaven Palace, Emperor Jun, and Donghuang Taiyi, with cold, unwavering gazes, fixated on the receding figure of the Eastern Prince.

Donghuang Taiyi’s expression remained cold and said, “The Yao Clan should rule the Primordial World, yet the Ancestor of the Dao appointed the weak Eastern Prince as the leader of the male immortals in the Primordial World? It’s absurd!”

Emperor Jun said somberly, “When we return, we must plan and find a way to eliminate the Eastern Prince.”

Their words carried a chilling intent, making others shudder and keep their distance.”

……

Soon, three thousand Purple Heaven guests departed one after another. Towards the end, only one graceful figure remained, lingering in front of Purple Heaven Palace. This individual was one of the ancestral witches of the Wu Clan, Houtu…

Houtu gazed at the tightly closed vermilion door before her. Her expression appeared somewhat conflicted. She bit her rosy lips and summoned the courage to take small, lotus-like steps. She spoke, “I am Houtu, a junior from the Wu Clan, and I’ve had a question I’ve been eager to ask the Taoist Ancestor. Would you be willing to guide me, or is there no way to fulfill my wish?”

…

Inside Purple Heaven Palace, Hongjun frowned slightly. After a moment of silence, he sent a message, “If you have a question, you can ask…”.

Houtu was overjoyed upon hearing this, her hopeful eyes shining. She quickly said, “May I ask, Teacher, my Wu Clan is born with incomplete primordial spirits, and we are unable to practice magical abilities. Is it possible for us to cultivate the Tao?”

The Wu Clan does not revere heaven and earth, only paying respect to our Father God, Pangu, who stands tall and strong. Even during Hongjun’s sermons at Purple Heaven Palace, the Wu Clan sent only Houtu as their representative.

After all, the Wu Clan’s inherent primordial spirit deficiency prevented them from understanding the profound ways of the Tao. Houtu, determined to compensate for this, endured years of solitude, forcing herself to listen to the sermons in Purple Heaven Palace for six thousand years. However, due to her primordial spirit deficiency, she gained nothing while other beings reaped the benefits of the teachings.

Hongjun knew Houtu’s predicament well. He understood that her path to enlightenment didn’t lie in her primordial spirit. Thus, he responded, “The Wu Clan’s primordial spirits are deficient, preventing them from cultivating the Tao. This is why you’ve spent thousands of years in Purple Heaven Palace without any gains.”

Houtu heard this and thought about leaving. However, she suddenly remembered the mysterious and powerful figure on Mount Buzhou, who might be able to solve the Wu Clan’s problem.

She inquired, “May I ask, Teacher, is the mysterious power on Mount Buzhou capable of…”

Before Houtu could finish her question, Hongjun immediately interrupted her, his expression changing. He spoke indifferently, “I don’t possess the teachings you seek for your Wu Clan, and the one on Mount Buzhou will not have them either.”

As these words were spoken, Houtu’s body trembled slightly, and her disappointed expression was evident on her pretty face. Her heart was sad as she realized her thousands of years in Purple Heaven Palace had been in vain. With a heavy heart and teary eyes, Houtu left Purple Heaven Palace, her time there proving fruitless.