Honghuang: A Lecture at Zixiao Palace? Forget That Nonsense

Zhao Xuan transmigrated into the Primordial World, where he unexpectedly bound himself to a Book Pavilion System. The pavilion had no powerful cultivation techniques, just a few novels to pass the time.

To while away the hours, Zhao Xuan read aloud, attracting countless listeners. When Hongjun began preaching, Zhao Xuan shut the mountain and sent the listeners away to avoid inviting disaster.

But to his surprise, all the listeners were powerful beings of the Primordial World, and the books themselves contained boundless might.

After descending the mountain, Nuwa put on a mask of joy and sorrow. “I seek no sainthood. I only wait here in the mortal world for my master to return!”

After descending the mountain, Hongyun said proudly, “Even if I bear the Abyss on my back and have to hold up the Primordial Imperial City with one hand, I, Hongyun, will still be invincible beneath the heavens!”

Tongtian's eyes gleamed with yearning. “A single stalk can sever the sun, moon, and stars... Is this the supreme way of the sword?”

Inside Zixiao Palace, Hongjun stared at the empty seats of the sages, utterly baffled.

“What happened to the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace? Why are there fewer people the more I preach? What the hell am I even preaching for? They're about to dig up every last corner of my wall!”

From then on, the Primordial World fell into utter chaos.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.