Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation-Chapter 82 - 77 Purple Cloud Palace Farce

Hong Jun Laozu still hasn’t appeared, but Di Jun and Fu Xi began exchanging words with each other.

However, other sentient beings were also paying attention to the conversation between the two.

How could the only Primordial Golden Immortal in the Primordial not draw attention?

Di Jun could feel the gazes of everyone and even sensed that Daoist Hong Yun wished to join in, but unfortunately, he had not found the opportunity.

As time passed, more and more life forms appeared in the Purple Cloud Palace, and took their seats on the meditation mats.

Di Jun was also paying attention to these beings as they entered.

As the three thousand meditation mats were nearly all occupied, Di Jun realized that so far, he was the only Primordial Golden Immortal.

Di Jun couldn’t help but think of those reclusive Primordial Golden Immortals of hidden races, a thought flashing through his mind.

Could it be that these life forms have no fate with the Purple Cloud Palace?

With more and more beings arriving, Di Jun became more convinced of his guess.

Suddenly, two familiar figures appeared in Di Jun’s perception.

Di Jun couldn’t help but remember the tales of his past life and became intrigued.

Zhun Ti and Jie Yin, after three thousand years, finally arrived at the Purple Cloud Palace.

They were born in the barrenness of the Western Primordial, and once they heard Hong Jun preaching, they immediately entered the Primordial in search of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Now, as they looked up, they saw that the meditation mats in the Purple Cloud Palace were almost fully occupied, their hearts filled with even greater sorrow.

Suddenly, Zhun Ti saw the six seats in the very front and felt there was a tremendous opportunity.

He grabbed Jie Yin and rushed towards those six seats at the front.

"How pitiful my Western region is, barren and far away, after great hardship, we finally arrived at the Purple Cloud Palace, only to find there are no seats left."

Zhun Ti collapsed on the ground, unable to stop himself from bursting into loud sobs.

Jie Yin’s expression was very sorrowful, as if he was about to cry.

Most of the sentient beings on the meditation mats couldn’t help but feel contempt for Zhun Ti and Jie Yin, finding them shameless.

The conversation between Di Jun and Fu Xi was also interrupted, as their attention was drawn to Zhun Ti and Jie Yin.

Entering the Purple Cloud Palace is a matter of fate, irrelevant to the length of the journey.

This, all within the Purple Cloud Palace knew.

Yet Zhun Ti continued regardless, crying without any concern for his image, as if truly heartbroken over this matter.

"Two fellow Daoists, there are still seats available inside the Purple Cloud Palace, please take your seats quickly."

Hearing this unbearable situation, Daoist Hong Yun kindly reminded them.

Hearing this, Zhun Ti didn’t move, but still said, "Fellow Daoist may not know, in my Western region, the Spiritual Energy is sparse, and Spirit Veins are scarce, without any Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures."

"When my brother and I transformed, my Origin was still insufficient; it was my brother who shared his Origin with me."

"If it were not for our senior who gathered Spiritual Energy for us, we would not have known when we could have undergone Transformation."

"After Transformation, my brother and I, without any inherited Divine Skills or fellow Daoist to exchange insights with, could only endure hardship in cultivation, living a life of extreme poverty."

"Furthermore, for the sake of the Western Primordial, my brother and I tirelessly organized the mountain ranges and Spirit Veins, sparing no effort..."

Zhun Ti narrated their experiences; Daoist Hong Yun’s face showed a look of compassion.

To Hong Yun, who was born in the Fire Cloud Cave of the Eastern Primordial, this experience was indeed arduous and sorrowful.

"Now that a Saint is preaching, my brother and I wanted to get closer, to better listen to the teachings of the Saint."

"We did not expect... did not expect that we, the two brothers, would arrive too late."

Saying this, Zhun Ti collapsed and cried loudly again, and Jie Yin’s expression grew even more sorrowful.

"Fellow Daoist, indeed you’ve had it tough, why don’t I give you my meditation mat."

Daoist Hong Yun couldn’t help but say.

"Daoist Hong Yun..."

The Zhen Yuanzi behind him wanted to say something, but he didn’t speak. Instead, Zhun Ti, who was kneeling on the ground howling bitterly, immediately stood up and hastily said, "Thank you, Daoist friend."

Then, he personally helped Hong Yun up from the spiritual seat, and immediately sat down on it.

"Alas, Daoist Hong Yun, you..."

Zhen Yuanzi sighed deeply.

However, Hong Yun didn’t seem to care and just smiled at Zhen Yuanzi.

Although Di Jun had known the outcome early on, actually witnessing this event still felt somewhat absurd.

If even Di Jun had such feelings, one could imagine how the other beings in the Purple Cloud Palace felt.

Despite Hong Yun’s reputation as a kind-hearted person in the Primordial realm, they had not expected his benevolence to such an extent.

At the same time, many beings couldn’t help but beat their chests and stomp their feet, regretting they did not act like Zhun Ti, who shamelessly took advantage.

"Brother, this..."

Taiyi, seeing this scene, didn’t know what to say.

Di Jun just smiled and said, "Taiyi, think about it, everything about the Purple Cloud Palace hinges on a single word – fate."

Taiyi nodded as if he understood, but in reality, he did not.

When Di Jun uttered these words, his expression paused for a moment, and a flash of insight crossed his mind, but he did not grasp it.

However, he did not dwell on it too much and continued to watch the farce unfold.

Fate?

Fu Xi, upon hearing Di Jun’s words, couldn’t help but ponder.

Zhun Ti, now seated on the spiritual seat, didn’t forget his elder brother and spoke to Daoist Kun Peng next to him, "Daoist friend, we in the Western Primordial are destitute and my brother and I admire the Saint..."

"Shut up!"

"Enough noise."

Before Zhun Ti could finish, Daoist Kun Peng, who was meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and spoke with an extremely unfriendly attitude.

"My Western Primordial..."

"How your Western Primordial is, has nothing to do with me; don’t speak to me about it."

Daoist Kun Peng’s words made Zhun Ti realize that further talk was futile, so he cast his gaze toward his elder brother and Daoist Hong Yun.

Jie Yin’s face was filled with sorrow and lost luster, seemingly without a glint in his eyes.

Seeing this, Daoist Hong Yun couldn’t help but open his mouth again, "Daoist friend, why not yield the seat to him? We can find another spiritual seat."

"Daoist Hong Yun!"

Before Kun Peng could speak, Zhen Yuanzi once again interjected a reminder.

Kun Peng had no intention to pay attention to Hong Yun; in his eyes, Hong Yun was simply foolish to the extreme.

While Kun Peng wished to ignore everyone, Yuan Shi, who was seated on the second spiritual seat, suddenly said: "Scaly and shelled, born from the egg and amidst wetness, what virtue or ability does such a being have to sit in this place?"

Upon his first meeting with Daoist Kun Peng and seeing his dark and grim appearance, Yuan Shi took an early dislike.

Hearing these words, Kun Peng glared in anger, his heart filled with rage.

Not only Daoist Kun Peng, but Taiyi also angrily looked toward Yuan Shi.

There were also other beings who felt the same rage in their hearts but did not dare to express their anger like Taiyi and Kun Peng.

"Hmph!"

Di Jun let out a cold snort, and Yuan Shi’s face instantly turned deathly pale, his aura becoming chaotic.

Di Jun did not attempt to conceal this at all, making it very obvious.

Yuan Shi quickly tried to regulate his own aura, but for a while, he couldn’t straighten it out.

The attention of the crowd couldn’t help but shift from the conflict between Daoist Kun Peng and Zhun Ti to the tension between Di Jun and Yuan Shi.