Prehistoric: Download the Saint's Cultivation at the Beginning

Chapter 264 Haotian’s ambition, Daozu’s disappointment!

Just when Haotian thought his trip was in vain, a loud sound rang in his ears.

Immediately, Haotian's eyes burst into ecstasy with a look of fanaticism, and Dao Ancestor arrived.

Haotian hurriedly got up, then bowed in the direction of Zixiao Palace, then walked towards Zixiao Palace with his head lowered.

"Crench!"

There was a sound of a wooden door opening, and the door of Zixiao Palace, which had been closed before, opened automatically.

Walking into Zixiao Palace and looking at the empty palace, Haotian did not dare to speak.

Immediately he knelt down and knelt down again, "Haotian asks to see Taoist Ancestor."

"Get up."

The vicissitudes of life sounded again.

"Thank Daozu!"

Haotian also quickly got up and thanked him.

He looked at the futon on the first seat.

The main hall that was empty before now actually had one more person.

An old figure sat quietly on the futon above the head seat.

Seeing the ancestor's elusive appearance, Haotian has been following Hongjun for many years.

He couldn't help but shrink his pupils into a thin slit.

My heart is full of awe, what level has Daozu's cultivation reached?

But no one could give him an answer, so naturally he didn't dare to ask.

Because no one in the whole prehistoric era could answer this question for him.

Even those saints are like disciples in front of Tao Ancestor.

You know, when the Taoist ancestor preached in the Zixiao Palace, all the powerful people in the ancient world came to listen to the sermon.

Finally, six futons and six streaks of Hongmeng Purple Qi were given.

Those powerful men fought overtly and covertly for these six futons. In the end, the two Westerners relied on their superb cultivation to force them back.

After that, the six people who obtained the position of Futon all became saints.

It can be said that Taoist Hongjun is the teacher of saints.

He can create six saints by relying on his preaching. What level of power should Taoist Hongjun be?

Haotian didn't dare to think about it. He only knew that in this ancient world, his ancestor was the strongest and most transcendent existence.

The fanatical admiration for Hongjun Daozu continued to grow in my heart, and after a while, I realized that the ancestor was looking at me like that.

A pair of eyes may seem peaceful, but the ruthlessness deep inside them makes people feel cold inside.

However, Haotian couldn't feel it. Seeing Daozu looking at him so "kindly", there was still some warmth in his heart.

Before Daozu Hongjun could ask any questions, he immediately explained his purpose.

"Dao Ancestor, I was sleeping in the heaven, and then I accidentally saw a baby boy born in the Suiren tribe of the human race. At first glance, this boy was the reincarnation of a powerful man, but for some reason he went to the human race, but the baby boy's The charm is extremely amazing.”

Just when Haotian was about to speak, he looked up and saw Hongjun Daozu frowning slightly, and then stopped.

Thinking that he said something to make Daozu unhappy, he hurriedly shut his mouth.

Hongjun's face looked a little strange. Could a person with great luck be born into the human race?

It is somewhat interesting. Logically speaking, the human race has not yet reached its peak.

Thoughts were flowing in his heart, and then he cast his dull gaze on Haotian below.

"You go on."

"Yes!"

Haotian responded respectfully, and then told him about his idea of ​​bringing that lucky person into the heaven, as well as about the white-robed young man he knocked down.

However, he did not say that he was so frightened that he lost his composure. After all, it was too embarrassing.

"Oh? You mean you want to bring that lucky person into heaven?"

"Yes, Ancestor, although the Heavenly Court today is still the Heavenly Court back then, it is far inferior to the Heavenly Court back then." Haotian said that he felt more confident here. After all, in his opinion, he was doing it for the benefit of the Heavenly Court, but Not for myself.

In this regard, Hongjun nodded. Obviously, he also knew that the current situation of Heavenly Court was really different from that of Heavenly Court back then.

Seeing the ancestor nod, Haotian felt even more confident.

"The Heavenly Court was re-established by you, ancestor, and I am not afraid of my ancestor's jokes. However, our strength is too weak. There is no racial force in the entire prehistoric world that really takes our heavenly court in the eyes. And the overlord of the prehistoric era back then. It’s really a world of difference.”

Hongjun was unmoved and glanced at Haotian calmly.

How could he not see Haotian's little thoughts?

Just that plain look, Haotian suddenly felt as if he had stripped naked in front of Dao Ancestor.

The feeling of being spied on everything made Haotian's hair stand on end.

"Gollum!"

He swallowed hard to moisten his dry throat, and then called out softly.

"Ancestor"

His original intention was to get the name of Ancestor Taichu, and to tell the Ancestor that those people in the ancient world did not take the Ancestor seriously.

But he didn't dare to say it directly, so he could only hint at the ancestor in a "cryptic" way.

Hongjun looked at Haotian indifferently, then looked away, his lips moved, and a soft voice came out.

"It's not an example."

"Thank you for your forgiveness, ancestor!"

Just after Taoist Hongjun looked away, Haotian sat limply on the ground, and the Taoist robe on his back was wet with cold sweat.

After hearing Hongjun's voice, he hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Well, so, what do you want to do next?"

Hongjun said in a calm tone.

Haotian was already frightened at this time and no longer dared to talk nonsense.

He glanced at Hongjun carefully.

"The disciple wants to bring that baby boy into the heaven, so that his luck can prosper my heaven, but now he is a little afraid, because the saint Nuwa whom the disciple saw before and another young man in white robe who is suspected of being a saint have both come. He has surpassed the human race, so now the disciples are a little unsure."

"Your original idea was to go directly to the human race and kidnap people to heaven?"

Hongjun interjected lightly.

As if being told something that was on his mind, Haotian also blushed a little, because when he saw the human baby boy, his first reaction was to take him away by force.

"Well, this disciple has indeed had this thought."

As soon as the words came out, Daozu Hongjun scolded him.

"madness!"

"Disciple knows what's wrong!"

Haotian hurriedly admitted his mistake again.

But just when Haotian admitted his mistake, Hongjun smiled again.

"You said you knew you were wrong, then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

"???"

At this time, Haotian was about to cry. Ancestor, you were not like this before. What was your mistake?

He glanced at Hongjun secretly, and then asked tentatively: "Is it my fault that I wanted to kidnap the baby boy to heaven?"

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Hearing this answer, Hongjun also shook his head, said nothing, and closed his eyes tiredly.

However, a feeling of disappointment turned into substance and overflowed from the body.

(End of this chapter)