Xiuxian: I studied abroad in modern times

Chapter 575 Time Reversal, Respectfully Sitting at the Bottom

Apart from the Daoist of Creation, everyone else in the main hall looked completely bewildered.

But the reasons for being confused are quite different.

The Golden-Winged Roc and the others were wondering: What exactly is the Primordial Purple Qi?
Zheng Fa was thinking... What is Lu Yao anyway? How could he possibly possess such a treasure?
Seemingly amused by the expressions on their faces, Daoist Zaohua laughed.

The Gu God frowned slightly and asked, "What exactly is this Primordial Purple Qi? What supernatural powers does it possess?"

“I told you, I don’t know either,” the Creation Daoist shook his head. “There’s only one thing I’m sure of.”

"what?"

“Fellow Daoist Lu Yao once said that the Primordial Purple Qi symbolizes the supreme and most noble status in the world.”

Upon hearing this, the main hall fell silent. Even Zheng Fa had to admit that if the Primordial Purple Qi was truly as he thought, then this statement was indeed correct.

"The supreme being of heaven and earth..." The Lu Clan's elder spoke in a low voice, glancing around at everyone with a wary expression.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed across the Golden-Winged Roc's face.

Zheng Fa was secretly on guard. Although this group of people did not know the name of the Primordial Purple Qi, they could understand the power of this treasure, so they were naturally more hostile to others.

All of the Creation Daoist's claims about ceasing fighting seem difficult to realize.

But the Creator seemed oblivious to the shrewdness in their eyes, and his smile deepened.

At this moment, a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Lu Clan spoke up: "If that's the case, why doesn't the Holy Ancestor come to retrieve it himself?"

"He tried," the Daoist of Creation answered decisively, "but he didn't have the opportunity."

The Lu clansman who asked the question immediately turned pale. "Even the Holy Ancestor, with his unparalleled strength, couldn't obtain this Primordial Purple Qi. We..."

Zheng Fa nodded inwardly. To put it bluntly, these people were all Lu Yao's men. If even Lu Yao couldn't get the treasure, why should they?

Even Zheng Fa himself is well aware that he is still far behind Lu Yao.

Seeing that everyone's expressions lacked confidence, the Daoist of Creation said quietly:

"Firstly, to obtain this Primordial Qi, one cannot rely on combat techniques, nor can one depend on any supernatural powers."

"Secondly, Fellow Daoist Lu Yao was merely sending us to test things out. He..." At this point, the Daoist of Creation added a hint of awe to his tone, "He has never been attached to any treasures."

Even Zheng Fa couldn't refute this statement.

He had also dealt with Lu Yao indirectly a few times. Lu Yao's talent and strength were beyond question, and his temperament was indomitable.

After reincarnating three times, just as he was about to attain enlightenment, he was struck by a sword by Venerable Tianhe and immediately entered Leiyin Temple.

Previously, he was forced back by the Nine Nether Emperor in the Underworld, but he showed no signs of weakness and seemed to be making plans in the Northern Continent.

Despite being on opposing sides, Zheng Fa had to admit his admiration.

"What do you mean by 'not relying on magical combat'?"

The God of Gu asked.

"It's not that we don't rely on magical combat, but that we can't engage in magical combat."

"What do you mean?"

"Because the situation in the Nine Luminaries Heaven is special."

The crowd was naturally even more puzzled.

"Look."

The Daoist of Creation pointed outside the temple, and everyone turned around to look down the mountain. Their faces immediately showed surprise.

The land, which was just scorched black, is now a beautiful landscape.

Looking into the distance, the continent of the Nine Luminaries seemed much wider, stretching as far as the eye could see.

At the foot of the mountain, a large city appeared, bustling with activity, merchants thronging the streets, a scene of bustling prosperity.

On the distant green mountains, immortals and celestial beings rose up on clouds, their laughter faintly audible.

"who are they?"

"Fellow Daoist White Bone, do not be impatient."

Seeing the expectant expression on the Daoist of Creation's face, Zheng Fa knew there was something strange going on, so he looked closer.

This observation gave him a jolt, and he blurted out, "Is time flowing backward?"

In one household in the city, white mourning clothes were hung. In the main room lay an old man, already dead. Beside the bed, his filial sons and grandsons knelt, wailing and crying.

Then, the mourning hall gradually disappeared, and a middle-aged man came out. His face looked six or seven parts similar to the old man lying on the deathbed. He seemed to be going out to make a living. Behind him, his wife and son were reluctantly seeing him off.

Zheng Fa watched him celebrate his wedding night, watched him grow into a little boy and play at the entrance of the alley, and finally, watched him be born.

Later, even the city at the foot of the mountain disappeared, leaving only a desolate wasteland beyond civilization.

Only their mountain remains frozen in time.

"Why is this happening..."

The White Bone Demon Ancestor's voice had always been hoarse, but at this moment, Zheng Fan could tell that he was genuinely nervous.

Zheng Fa looked up at the nine golden crows flying from west to east.

"Young friend Shi has good taste." Seeing this, the Daoist of Creation praised him, "This is the memory of the Fusang Wood."

"memory?"

"Fellow Daoist Lu Yao set down the altar in order to control these nine golden crows, make them fly backward, and bring back the memories of the Fusang Tree."

"So that's how it is..." the Grand Elder of the Lu Clan murmured, "Was this arranged by the Holy Ancestor?"

"No, it is a trial given to us by the Fusang tree."

"Trial?"

Everyone looked at the Daoist of Creation, who said, "The Fusang Tree has its own method for selecting those with affinity."

"We...are we going to the First Era?"

The Gu God suddenly realized.

“Yes, the First Era.” Daoist Creation nodded. “I don’t know exactly what we will encounter, but Fellow Daoist Lu Yao seems to have glimpsed the First Era and told me that the ownership of the Primordial Purple Qi was predetermined.”

"..."

The crowd grew increasingly puzzled, but the White Bone Demon Ancestor sneered, "You've said so much, but I don't believe you!"

The Daoist of Creation turned his head to look.

"Why would you tell us about so many secrets and such a priceless treasure?"

Everyone looked at the Daoist of Creation, filled with doubt and even great vigilance.

“I said, we are all Fellow Daoist Lu Yao’s people.”

No one spoke.

"Okay, because the First Era we're going to is fake."

"Of course we know it's fake!"

The White Bone Demon Ancestor said impatiently.

Zheng Fa also agreed in his heart. To put it bluntly, what they were going to enter was a slice of the Fusang tree's memory, not a real return to ancient times.

"The Fusang tree has fallen, and this spacetime is now extremely fragile."

"..."

The White Bone Demon Ancestor was taken aback, then understood: "Can't withstand the aftershocks of a battle?" "That's right."

No wonder the Daoist of Creation wanted to end the fight as soon as they met.

According to this theory, if this group of people were to fight each other indiscriminately, they could easily shatter this illusory space-time, causing everyone to lose this opportunity.

The Daoist of Creation shook his whisk, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces: "What do you all think?"

After a moment of silence, it was the Golden-Winged Roc, who looked the fiercest, who spoke up: "I have no objection."

The white-lotus monk of Leiyin Temple smiled kindly and said softly, "This humble monk dislikes conflict, so this is very good."

The others nodded slightly.

We're all here to eat, who wants to smash the pot?
Even the Lu Clan's Grand Elder deliberately avoided looking at Zheng Fa at this moment.

Zheng Fa nodded in agreement, secretly pleased with the idea.

Seeing that everyone agreed, the Daoist of Creation seemed extremely pleased and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoists, you are all true cultivators who understand the ways of the world. There is nothing good to entertain you in my humble abode."

He pointed to the jade box on each low table and said solicitously, "I only refined a few pills myself, just to show my courtesy."

The group exchanged glances. The white-lotus monk clasped his hands together, thanked the Creation Daoist, and gently opened the jade box in front of him.

The others glanced over furtively, their faces changing color.

Inside the jade box lay a baby with fair and rosy skin!
The baby was only half the length of a hand, with its eyes closed, long eyelashes covering its face, and limbs like lotus root segments, round and chubby.

The White Bone Demon Ancestor let out a hoarse laugh: "This is the pill you refined?"

The Daoist of Creation opened the jade box on his table, held the baby between his index finger and thumb, gestured to Zheng Fa and the others, and said, "This is the Herb Rejuvenation Pill, my unique pill formula, made with the spiritual herbs in my temple. It has endless wonderful effects."

After saying that, he opened his mouth, and his two rows of cold teeth, like a guillotine, cut off one of the baby's arms in front of him.

"Wow!"

A piercing cry rang out from his fingertips, but he seemed not to hear it. He chewed the little thing up and swallowed it in a few bites, his expression one of satisfaction.

Seeing that no one else was moving, he grinned, white crumbs sticking out of his gums, and urged Zheng Fa, "Eat up! One of these Herbal Elixir will increase your cultivation by a thousand years!"

Zheng Fa looked down at the jade box, showing no intention of opening it.

Not only him, but no one in the hall took a bite. Even the Gu God, who loved to eat people the most, seemed to be picky about food at this moment.

Of course, it wasn't that she didn't want to eat people, but cultivators had some good habits from a young age, the most important of which was not to eat pills given to them by others when traveling.

This herbal elixir looks too strange, and the thoughts of this Daoist of Creation are even more unpredictable. Who wouldn't be wary of him?
Seeing their wariness, the Daoist of Creation shook his head, lamenting, "Blind to the truth! Blind to the truth!"

He didn't force the crowd, but instead shouted:

"Qingfeng! Take back the Herb Rejuvenating Pill and store it carefully."

"Yes!"

Qingfeng led Mingyue in through the door, carrying the jade box from the table, and swallowed hard, saying, "Master, may I..."

"You greedy glutton! The next batch will be enough for you!"

"Yes!"

As Zheng Fa watched the two young Taoists leave the main hall, he was somewhat surprised. It sounded like this Herb Rejuvenation Pill was really something special.

After this incident, the atmosphere in the main hall turned cold, and even the local lord, the Daoist of Creation, seemed to be angered and stopped speaking.

The crowd sat in the hall, watching the nine golden crows streak across the sky again and again, amidst the ever-changing winds and clouds of the Nine Luminaries Heaven.

After an unknown amount of time, the nine golden crows suddenly stopped in the sky, cried out in unison, and scattered golden light onto the earth.

"coming."

The Daoist of Creation had appeared at the doorway at some point, looking up at the sky with fervent eyes.

Zheng Fa looked down at the ground and was secretly surprised. There was no trace of civilization on the ground, not even people. There was only a dark and desolate forest and fields covered with wild grass.

The distant celestial mountain where immortals and celestial beings had just been found is now shrouded in a powerful demonic aura.

Although he knew that everything in front of him was an illusion, Zheng Fa had a feeling that the monster in the mountain was stronger than the Golden-Winged Roc!
Is this the ancient immortal realm?

Something feels off.
Just as Zheng Fa was filled with doubt, a magnificent sound suddenly came from the sky:
"I am Hongjun, born at the beginning of chaos, and obtained the Jade Tablet of Creation, which made me aware of the profound mysteries of the Great Dao. Now I feel that the beings of the primordial world are ignorant and do not know the will of Heaven, so I have opened an altar in Zixiao Palace to preach the Dao, transmit the Primordial Chaos Method, and impart the ultimate principles of the Heavenly Dao. Those who are destined can come and listen to my lectures."

Zheng Fali stood in the main hall, feeling completely bewildered. Where had he come from?
Looking up, one feels as if the chaos of the heavens is pressing down, with the chaotic energy constantly churning like a pot of boiling black rice porridge.

Suddenly, a purple light ripped through the sky and landed in front of everyone, looking like a passageway.

While the people in the hall were still hesitating, the Daoist of Creation seemed to have been prepared. He flicked his whisk and said without turning around, "This humble Daoist will take his leave first!"

Having said that, he flashed into the purple light, swaying and staggering as he flew towards the chaos.

The others exchanged glances, and the Golden-Winged Roc sneered, spread its wings, and flew into the chaos, with the White Lotus Monk following closely behind.

Zheng Fa no longer hesitated and followed Gu Shen and the others into the area shrouded in purple light.

He felt as if someone was supporting his legs and pushing him forward from behind.

Passing through the swirling, chaotic air, Zheng Facai saw a magnificent and ancient palace.

The palace gates were wide open, with no beams or pillars, only three thousand floating prayer mats. At the very front, seven prayer mats were surrounded by purple aura, giving them an air of nobility and grandeur.

Most of the prayer cushions were occupied; nearly three thousand powerful beings, all seemingly waiting for them, were there to hear the teachings.

Zheng Fa realized that this was not the real scene of the Zixiao Palace preaching, but a phantom created by the Fusang tree—otherwise, where would they get such a big face?

This group of people is a bit like NPCs, while Zheng Fa and the other fourteen are the players. The sermon only begins when they arrive.

Just as he was pondering, a tremendous force suddenly came from behind him, and Zheng Fa stumbled and landed on an empty prayer mat.

Looking up, this futon was one of the very last ones, the closest to the temple door.

As soon as he sat down on the futon, a message entered his mind, and Zheng Fa immediately understood—his seating position depended on two things: his current cultivation level and his comprehension of the teachings. In short, it was what cultivators called their spiritual attainment.

He looked ahead and, sure enough, the Creation Daoist and the others were positioned much further ahead of him.

The Gu God and the White Bone Demon Ancestor were in the middle, the Golden-Winged Roc was almost in the top thousand, and the Creation Daoist, for some reason, was sitting behind those seven futons.

What surprised him even more was the White Lotus Monk's seat—he was actually sitting next to those seven prayer cushions, and the two people in front of him were also dressed as monks.

The three Golden-Winged Rocs relied on their own cultivation.

This Daoist of Creation is truly unfathomable; Zheng Fa cannot see through him at all. This man has revealed too many secrets, making one even more wary.

But is this Bai Lian... someone with connections or someone with extremely high cultivation?
As for himself, since he had not yet attained enlightenment, he could only sit at the very bottom of the list, feeling wronged. He turned his head and suddenly laughed.

The eight Nascent Soul cultivators of the Lu Clan sat behind him, staring at him with dark expressions.

Seeing him smile, the Lu Clan's Grand Elder said coldly, "Shi Nandang, don't be so smug! After we hear the sermon, we'll see who comes first and who comes last!"

Zheng Fa smiled lightly, not bothering to answer, and simply turned to look at the seven prayer cushions.

The Grand Elder of the Lu Clan was right about one thing: it was probably a rule set by the Fusang Tree that the positions of the prayer mats were not fixed—after each listening session, they would be rearranged according to the person's cultivation level and comprehension.

Until the third sermon...

Zheng Fa stared at the seven prayer cushions at the very front. Six of them already had owners, and he could only see their backs.

The last one is empty.

Only the person who sits on the seventh futon will be able to obtain the Primordial Purple Qi.

Only now did he understand what Lu Yao meant when he said, "The master of the Primordial Purple Qi was destined long ago."

Zheng Fa felt as if his early memories were attacking him: This trial really didn't look at the combat skills, but at the damn exam results, and the rankings were even made public!

(End of this chapter)