Chapter 741: Even the Poultry and Dogs Ascend to Heaven, The Spirits’ Scheme [Third Update, Requesting Monthly Votes]

After spending several days with Xing Hongxuan, Han Jue returned to his Daoist temple.

He summoned the Black Prison Chicken, Xun Changan, the Eight Gourd Brothers, A'da, Xiao'er, the Chaos Heavenly Dog, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon King, and Tu Linger to the Daoist temple.

The Personal Disciples arrived quickly, each of them very nervous but unable to hide their pleasant surprise.

As Han Jue grew stronger and stronger, their status rose accordingly, but the distance between them and Han Jue was also widening. This was unavoidable, yet they remained loyal to Han Jue, understanding that his summons surely meant something good.

Han Jue still kept in mind these Disciples and subordinates who had accompanied him for over three hundred thousand years.

What did it mean for even the poultry and dogs to ascend to heaven when one person attained the Dao?

Han Jue would not forget.

On the path of cultivation, he would not concern himself with those who had abandoned him.

But if they followed him consistently, he would certainly not ignore them.

Not only the people before him, but also the Black Prison Demon Lord, Vajra Rage, those of the You Clan, and others—Han Jue would take care of them as well, but it had to be after the people currently present. The order was important.

"You are the first batch of Disciples of the Hidden Gate and have accompanied me for over three hundred thousand years. Although I am usually in Seclusion, I have always cared about you. Next, I hope you all Cultivate to the Perfected Quasi-Saint realm. At that time, I will give you a surprise."

"Regardless of who it is, once you Cultivate to the Perfected Quasi-Saint realm, come find me directly."

Han Jue spoke softly, leaving everyone feeling excited.

Murong Qi, Li Yao, Great Dispersed Heaven, and the Unbeatable Crown had all disappeared; they couldn't even be seen in the myriad worlds projection. Especially Murong Qi—the Personal Disciples knew that Han Jue doted on him immensely. If anything had happened to that boy, Han Jue wouldn't have just ignored it. There could only be one reason.

That was, Han Jue had hidden them away!

The Black Prison Chicken asked, "Our Aptitude is limited. We might be able to Attain the Dao by riding on Master's coattails, but after that, we will surely be unable to keep up with your pace."

It spoke pitifully, but it was also the reality.

The higher one went, the fewer people would be able to accompany Han Jue.

If not for the fact that Han Jue could generate demon god qi, he really wouldn't be able to help these old companions and could only let them live out their lives in peace.

"We'll talk about it once you've cultivated to the Perfected Quasi-Saint realm."

After Han Jue finished speaking, he immediately began his sermon, and the Extreme Origin Great Dao flooded into the minds of the Personal Disciples.

Ten years later.

They only then left the Daoist temple, each harboring visions of the future… In an extremely dark Domain, countless white bones floated about like patches of pervasive white mist.

A solitary small island floated there, upon which a dark figure sat in meditation beneath an old tree.

Looking closely, the dark figure was merely surrounded by black qi. As the black qi churned, he revealed an incredibly hideous face with many poisonous insects crawling upon it. He was clad in a black robe, and his chest was actually made of white bone.

A rainbow of light descended from above and landed before the Black-Robed Figure. The resulting wind and waves shook the small island, causing the old tree's branches to sway violently, yet not a single leaf fell.

The Black-Robed Figure spoke slowly, "Why do you always make such a commotion? Don't you find it noisy?"

The rainbow of light dissipated, revealing a majestic figure who laughed wantonly, "Hahaha, Curse Demon God, I only wanted to liven things up for you since this place is so desolate."

This Black-Robed Figure was precisely the Curse Demon God, who had already taken form.

The Curse Demon God opened his eyes to look. The newcomer was a burly man clad in a large purple robe, wearing chainmail underneath and a Pearl-Inlaid Phoenix Wing Crown on his head. On his shoulders were the heads of two dragon-like creatures that also resembled Qilins.

The Curse Demon God said calmly, "You are a Great Dao Spirit; can't you be a bit more serious?"

"I just finished suppressing the Ancient Desolation not long ago. Although some tough nuts escaped, it can be considered pacified. I remember you mentioned to me before that you only have two enemies: one is the Dark Forbidden Master, and the other is Han Jue of the Heavenly Dao?" the Purple-Robed Burly Man asked, his smile fading.

The Curse Demon God nodded.

The Purple-Robed Burly Man said, "Some time ago, Han Jue executed fourteen members of Life as well as the Despair Dao Spirit. Have you heard?"

The Curse Demon God nodded again, but his expression was unnatural, and the poisonous insects all over his face stopped moving.

"This brat has a mysterious origin and has even killed a spirit, violating the rules of Chaos. Most importantly, he wants to strengthen the Heavenly Dao. Given the trend of the Heavenly Dao's development, it will surely change Chaos in the future. This is not a good thing. I plan to destroy the Heavenly Dao; are you willing to take action? At that time, I will let you kill Han Jue with your own hands," the Purple-Robed Burly Man snorted.

The Curse Demon God frowned and said, "I am not his match."

A look of hatred flashed in his eyes.

What he hated was not Han Jue, but the Peacock Divine Lord.

That reckless fool was like a plague, constantly chasing him down to kill him.

If he hadn't received help from the Great Dao Spirit before him, he would probably still be taking a beating.

The Purple-Robed Burly Man waved his sleeve and said, "No matter, I will first cripple him. This plan still needs to be plotted out; after all, the Heavenly Dao is special. In a hundred thousand years at most, I will attack the Heavenly Dao. You shall come along then."

The Curse Demon God hesitated for a moment but still nodded; he had no choice in the matter.

The Purple-Robed Burly Man raised his hand, and a figure appeared beside him—it was an illusion.

"This is Laozi, the strongest of the Guixu Divine Realm lineage. He rescued Sect Master Tongtian. I want you to curse him," the Purple-Robed Burly Man introduced.

The Curse Demon God said, "Laozi is an existence that surpasses Great Dao Sages. My cultivation is too low; I might not be able to harm him."

"It's fine. Learn from the Dark Forbidden Master. Even if you can't harm him, make him annoyed and unable to Cultivate."

"Alright."

The Curse Demon God helplessly agreed.

The Purple-Robed Burly Man grinned and said, "You, oh you, you still need to Cultivate properly. You are far behind compared to the Dark Forbidden Master. If word got out, probably no one would believe you are the Curse Demon God. How can there be a reason for someone else to be further ahead on your own Dao?"

The Curse Demon God said, "I know. Are you going to preach again?"

"Hahaha, let's leave it at that. Wait for me to help you kill Han Jue first, and later I'll help you ferret out the Dark Forbidden Master. It just so happens that the Chaos Gods are also looking for the Dark Forbidden Master. If you have any clues, notify me anytime. This is a great amount of Karma!"

"Understood."

The Purple-Robed Burly Man then disappeared.

The Curse Demon God's brow relaxed, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes as he closed them to continue cultivating… Time flew, and another ten thousand years passed.

Han Jue's cultivation had improved again, but he was still far from a Breakthrough.

This gave him the urge to directly enter Seclusion for a million years.

If he really were to enter Seclusion for a million years, it would be like he had experienced a dream.

Han Jue opened his eyes and habitually checked his mail, then observed the Immortal Realm.

He didn't want to wake up and find that the Heavenly Dao had collapsed.

No one had fallen in his Circle of Friends for the time being. Han Jue already had many friends, but he had set them to special follow, so not many people could enter his Circle of Friends.

The development of the Heavenly Dao was also very smooth, even somewhat fast. It was estimated that in another few tens of thousands of years, two more Saint Seats would be added.

Han Jue noticed something.

There was an additional aura of Freedom Outside the Thirty-Third Heaven.

It was actually Venerable Xuandu.

He was originally a Free and Unfettered Saint who had lowered his cultivation to come to the Heavenly Dao. Now, as the Heavenly Dao grew stronger, he had finally restored his true cultivation.

Han Jue continued to observe the Heavenly Dao.

Soon, he discovered another thing.

Primal Chaos's Coffin and the Primordial Monument were gone.

Although Primal Chaos had previously fused with Huang Zuntian, the Coffin and the Primordial Monument had always remained outside the Underworld. It wasn't just those two items; Huang Zuntian was also no longer within the Heavenly Dao.