Primordial Era: From Primordial Human Race to Grand Luo Immortal

"Is this Nuwa's world?" Laozi asked in confusion.

It was because he sensed a rich aura of creation within it; only Nuwa possessed the ability to create such a powerful force.

“Yes.” Ji Yuan nodded. “I think Nuwa wanted to transform the Great Dao of Creation into the One Self, and use this One Self Dao to achieve the Dao of Union or even the Dao of Proof.”

Laozi clicked his tongue in amazement as he glanced at the world. When he awoke, the world he had evolved had already been contained within his body, so he naturally didn't know what the world evolved from his true self looked like.

It seems strange now that the whole world has evolved from its own Dao. It appears to be only one Dao, but in reality, it has evolved into all kinds of great Daos. This is also the cultivation of the general principles of the Great Dao.

He glanced at Ji Yuan in surprise; the power of the method passed down by his nephew far exceeded his imagination.

"By the way, nephew, how did you know he would come to this world?" Laozi asked in confusion. How could one be certain of fate and that he would definitely come to this world?
Ji Yuan smiled mysteriously: "Isn't all of this guided by fate?"

Laozi was slightly taken aback, but then he understood. Using fate to guide fate only showed that Ji Yuan's mastery of fate far surpassed that of true fate.

Or perhaps, we are not in control of our own destiny at all.

"Good, very good. With you here, I feel at ease." Lao Tzu stroked his beard and laughed.

The two traveled together to the depths of this world and saw Nuwa kneading clay to carve a human body.

However, Nuwa could not see the two of them. She was now only a mortal, with a little bit of the power of creation flowing through her body.

Ji Yuan's eyes darted around, a smile playing on his lips, and he slowly said, "Senior Uncle, how about we play a trick on fate? We'd also like to see his ability to devour impurities."

A look of interest appeared in Laozi's eyes, and he gently shook his head: "That is certainly possible."

Ji Yuan gently waved his right hand, and the world was transformed. He and Laozi also transformed, one becoming Nuwa and the other becoming Fuxi.

The two squatted down on the ground, picked up the Breath of Earth, and began to sculpt human-shaped clay figures.

Meanwhile, fate raced through the void of existence, countless worlds passing by him. He saw a vibrant world, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, and plunged into it.

"This is the world evolved from the Great Dao of Creation. If the Great Dao of Creation is the one, then this is Nuwa's world of transformation."

With just a slight sense, Fate detected the aura contained within and quickly made its judgment.

"Fortune, fortune! This Great Dao is also quite remarkable. It's just the right time to use the things I've collected to create life and stir up the primordial world, giving me a great opportunity."

Fate sensed the core energy and flew swiftly in that direction.

Along the way, he also tried to absorb other things, hoping to seize the Great Dao ahead of time.

Unfortunately, it cannot be devoured at all; it must fulfill its own conditions and seize the Great Dao along the way.

Soon, fate spotted a man and a woman ahead.

A strange light flashed in his eyes: "Why is Fuxi here as well? Is the Dao he cultivates related to the Dao of Creation, or is there a hidden innate Bagua in this world of creation?"

A silent thread of fate descended, slowly merging into this world, and countless pieces of information surfaced in the mind of destiny.

"I see."

He had already seen through the skeleton of this world, which was supported by the Eight Trigrams, formed by the Way of Creation, and filled with the various Great Daos of Fuxi and Nuwa, together evolving into this world.

"What a loving brother and sister! It's just a pity that I've come here, and you're about to lose everything."

Fate suddenly transformed into a middle-aged man, holding a wooden hammer, and slowly walked forward.

"Master Uncle, you've arrived!"

Ji Yuan transmitted his voice to Laozi.

"it is good."

Laozi secretly gave him a wink.

The two looked at fate from a strange angle, without attracting his attention in the slightest.

Ji Yuan secretly used a method to establish a spiritual connection between himself and Laozi, allowing them to communicate without speaking. He would have plenty of opportunities to change fate later.

Destiny walked unsteadily with a wooden hammer in hand, humming a song. At first glance, he really looked like an ordinary person, with a touch of returning to simplicity.

"Hey, you two, what are you doing? Sculpting clay figures? I'm quite skilled at that," Fate said, feigning surprise.

Ji Yuan raised his head, glanced at fate, and then ignored it.

Laozi also raised his head and glanced at fate, then ignored it.

Fate was stunned. Why were Fuxi and Nuwa so rude, far inferior to Laozi of the previous century?

That's incredibly rude.

However, such slight disregard meant nothing to fate, and he continued shamelessly, "My two friends, why don't you answer me? Are you afraid that my skills will surpass yours?"

Ji Yuan looked up and said impatiently, "Where did this old man come from? Get out of here. Can't you see we're busy? You have no manners at all. Who gave birth to you? How did you even survive to this age? If you were my child, I would have strangled you long ago."

"Leave far away!"

"..." Fate was stunned. So Fuxi was this flamboyant? He started cursing at the drop of a hat. Vulgar, really vulgar.

Are these people really worthy of being called the Three Sovereigns?

Just then, Fuxi suddenly appeared before him, grinned, and said with a smile, "You old geezer, are you cursing me?"

"No...nothing." Destiny suddenly felt a pain in his head, as if something was missing. Then, his mind cleared up again, as if the Great Dao had been sublimated.

Such a sudden change was naturally due to Ji Yuan's obscured perception of fate; his angry outburst just now was merely to stir up his emotions.

"Alright, then you be the judge. Let's see whose clay figure is more lifelike, mine or my sister's." Ji Yuan grabbed Destiny's arm and dragged him to the clay figure making area.

Looking closely, the clay figures sculpted by Nuwa were full of vitality, but lacked a certain spirituality, while the clay figures sculpted by Fuxi possessed ample spirituality, but lacked a certain vitality.

It's like one is a living dead person, and the other is a dead living person, giving people a very strange feeling.

Fate crossed its arms and mocked, "In my opinion, neither of you has done a very good job. One of you has a huge amount of life force, while the other has a huge amount of spirituality. If you two were to combine your powers, you would create a clay figure that truly has both life and spirituality."

"Isn't that just stating the obvious?" Ji Yuan smacked Destiny on the head. "If we could perfectly blend it together, would I need to ask you? Would I need you to judge me? Are you stupid?" "Hmm..." Destiny's head ached a bit, and he was somewhat annoyed, but he still asked, "Then let me ask you, what exactly do you want to do?"

Ji Yuan shook his head and said, "We're having a competition. Whoever can sculpt the most spirited clay figure will get that one thing."

After he finished speaking, he pointed his finger to the sky, where there was a strange sphere. The outside of the sphere was the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos, and the inside was the ever-renewing Dao of Creation. It looked extremely mysterious.

"This……"

Destiny gazed at the sphere in the sky and was momentarily speechless. He hadn't expected that the fundamental principles of these two were placed directly in the air. He had originally thought that they had comprehended their own principles through the clay figures.

What's even more unexpected is that these two siblings are actually competing, with the winner getting the Dao. Are they really siblings?
Or have they always been at odds? When this world discards everything but their true nature, their true colors are revealed?

"Hey! I'm asking you a question! What are you standing there for?" Another slap landed on the back of Fate's head.

Destiny winced and clutched the back of his head, glaring at Fuxi with hostility.

His eyes lit up, and suddenly he thought of a good idea.

"My friends, you can't just ask me to be a referee for no reason. How could I be a referee without giving something in return?"

Ji Yuan stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "Since that's the case, if you can make a fair and just judgment, then we can also share some of the power from above with you, how about it?"

Destiny suppressed his excitement; this was exactly what he had been waiting for. Only when the master of this world set the rules could he truly absorb the power of the Great Dao within.

"Of course, you can completely trust my abilities. This is what I do best, and I guarantee absolute fairness and impartiality."

"it is good."

Ji Yuan's gaze fell upon Nuwa, who was the embodiment of Laozi.

Nuwa nodded and said, "I have no objection to it."

"Okay, I haven't asked you your name yet?" Ji Yuan said, looking at Destiny.

"Hmm... you can just call me fellow Daoist, it's just a form of address anyway," Destiny said slowly.

“Alright.” Ji Yuan nodded. “Fellow Daoist old fellow, you will be the witness to the final battle between her and me.”

Fate's lips twitched, and he slowly nodded.

Ji Yuan and Laozi didn't waste any words. They turned around, sat on the ground, and began to sculpt clay figures.

Destiny stood aside, observing closely the rhythm of their Dao's operation. This was an absolutely genuine operation, completely in accordance with their will, the absolute mystery of the Dao.

Both figures were meticulously sculpted, from the overall shape to every single strand of hair, carefully crafted with various tools.

At the same time, a force of creation also seeped into the clay figure, and it gradually began to exude a unique vitality.

Not long had passed, just a few years, and a lifelike clay figure appeared in their hands, radiating a vibrant vitality.

"Old fellow Daoist, then please come and take a look."

Ji Yuan took the clay figure from his hand and placed it in the hands of fate.

Fate subtly perceives the uniqueness of this clay figure.

He quickly understood the result and then took the clay figure from Laozi's hands.

He reflected on the clay figure in his hand.

Before long, a confident expression appeared on his face; he had already prepared his words in his mind.

"Tell me, whose is better?" Ji Yuan said, feigning impatience.

Destiny shook its head and commented, "In my opinion, this female Daoist's clay figure is naturally a bit better. Let's see..."

"You fart!"

Before he could finish speaking about fate, Ji Yuan rudely interrupted him, "What do you know? Can't you take another look?"

Fate was momentarily stunned. Who would assault a referee? But for some reason, he subconsciously went to examine the two mud figures again.

The more carefully he examined them, the deeper the confusion in his eyes became. He now realized that the two clay figures seemed to be quite similar, or even indistinguishable.

One side has more vitality, the other more spirituality; it's really hard to say whether it's good or bad.

"Well? Did you figure it out?" Ji Yuan asked, shaking his head.

"Not yet." Fate shook his head, a hint of seriousness appearing in his eyes, and unknowingly, a few drops of cold sweat seeped out from his forehead.

For some reason, he had a strange feeling that if he couldn't give a complete answer as to who was better, perhaps some great disaster would befall him.

"I think... I think... you two are equally good, you could say you're neck and neck." Fate could only say this reluctantly, as it was the least costly option he could sense.

"How dare you!" Ji Yuan roared. "You actually dared to trick me? What kind of referee are you? Are you trying to cheat us out of something?"

"No, no, I didn't mean that." Fate shrank back and quickly said, feeling that if he didn't speak properly, he would be banished from this world.

Compared to Laozi's world, this world feels far too oppressive. Is it because of the two Grand Luo Immortals? Or is it because of Nuwa's three holy positions?
Ji Yuan rubbed his hands together, grabbing Fate by the neck with one hand: "Old man, I see you're not very skilled. Why don't you join us for further training? In the end, whoever can sculpt a truly lifelike clay figure will get the thing mentioned above, how about it?"

Fate nodded tremblingly: "Alright, I'll study with you."

An extremely terrifying terror gripped Destiny's heart. He had a feeling that he had stumbled into a trap in this world. However, he was not afraid. Destiny would make everything follow its predetermined course, and he would eventually seize everything, just like in the previous world.

Ji Yuan and Laozi exchanged a secret glance, a hint of smugness flashing in their eyes. Now their fates were truly in trouble.

Then fate was brought to the ground by them, and they began to mold clay figures, tapping and pounding them with wooden mallets with great seriousness.

Just as fate was busy molding the clay figure, he did not notice that a thread of destiny extended from his body, merging into this false world. Following the false world, it entered the world where Nuwa truly resided, and began to devour the impurities within it.

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(End of this chapter)