I, Shinhwa Daluo! Preaching to Hongjun at the Beginning

Traveling through the prehistoric times, I have spent hundreds of millions of years trying to realize the myth of the great Luo Dao and the fruit, and I regard saints as ants. Hongjun, the Taoist ancestor, is lying high on the nine layers of clouds, hoping to use his body to conform to the way of heaven and control the destiny of all things. He looked down at me, gave me the purple energy, and invited me to become a saint and become his lackey. I looked at the wisp of purple energy and chuckled: "Hongjun, you are not qualified to teach me how to behave in heaven? Why don't you... Sit down and listen to me preach to you, and tell you what the real Dao Wuji is!"