Prehistoric: Innate Taoist Body, Asking Zixiao

? Chaos has just opened, and the turbid air has not yet been cleared. A mighty sound from heaven abruptly tore apart the beginningless and endless loneliness. This sound was not ordinary, but rather like thunder gushing from the source of the long river of time, shaking the ancient earth to tremble slightly. All sleeping beings, no matter high or low, are forcibly awakened by this throbbing from the depths of their souls. "I am Hongjun." "Today I am deeply aware of the suffering in the world." "Thousands of years later, an altar will be opened in front of Zixiao Palace." "Those who are destined will find themselves." Is the turbid air not clear? Did you tell me that Hongjun became a saint?