Primordial Era: From the Creation Lotus to the First Disciple of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 127 Marriage of an Official (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

At the same time, another top priority concerning the foundation of human relations and social stability was also being carried out intensively under Qinglian's leadership.

He personally selected nine couples from the nine tribes who came from different regions and clan backgrounds, but were compatible, willing to get together, and were willing to be the first to follow the new rites.

Before the flame of civilization and hope in their ancestral land, a solemn and grand ceremony, destined to be recorded in history, was held.

Qinglian took out the Red Embroidered Ball, a primordial spiritual treasure bestowed upon her by the Goddess Nuwa, and offered it up in the air.

Instantly, a red light filled the sky, dazzling yet not blinding, and the aura of peace and joy on the Marriage Avenue spread out, enveloping the entire area.

Invisible yet perceptible red threads, imbued with the power of destiny and covenant, spread from the embroidered ball, gently and sacredly wrapping around the wrists of the nine carefully chosen men and women. This was not a restraint, but a symbol of a sacred covenant and blessing witnessed by heaven and earth.

Qinglian proclaimed in a loud and solemn voice, which, with the help of the supreme power of the red embroidered ball, clearly spread to every corner of the nine tribes and was imprinted in the hearts of all the tribesmen: "Heaven is above, and the Holy Mother's heart is our witness!"

There are now a man and a woman who are mutually attracted and whose hearts are in perfect harmony. They wish to marry and start a family together.

From that time on, husband and wife were one, loving each other without doubt, sharing both fortune and misfortune, sharing the same bed in life and the same grave in death, procreating together, passing on their bloodline, caring for the elderly, and educating their children.

This is the ceremony of marriage, the beginning of all generations, the foundation of human relations!

As soon as the words were spoken, the red embroidered ball shone brightly, and the invisible red thread of fate suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light, solidifying completely and briefly but clearly connecting the fortunes of the nine couples.

As if a mark had been etched into the laws of nature, solemnly proclaiming the first time in human history that a marriage had been formally arranged and conducted according to proper etiquette.

The sacred marriage, approved by Heaven and Earth and the Holy Mother, has been officially established!

Just as the wedding ceremony was completed, the heavens above shook violently once again!

Although humanity has not yet fully awakened and become independent, this momentous innovation, which establishes the core of human ethics, stabilizes the foundation of the community, and conforms to the principle of harmony between heaven and earth and yin and yang, has once again triggered the response of the heavens, which bestowed upon it vast merits!

The golden light of Xuanhuang merit broke through the clouds and split into two streams. One stream was thinner, like a golden drizzle, which evenly sprinkled on the nine newlywed couples and their families, blessing them and protecting their happy marriages and prosperous families.

An even larger stream, as thick as a pillar of heaven and like a golden waterfall, contained immense power of order and ethics, and fell directly upon Qinglian, who was officiating at the wedding and tying the knot with a red embroidered ball!

Qinglian had anticipated this, and her expression remained calm and undisturbed. She did not absorb any merit, but instead, with a thought, she summoned the Creation Whip, which was closely related to the fate of the human race.

The boundless golden light of merit flowed like a hundred rivers into the sea, completely disappearing into the Creation Whip.

The whip hummed violently, and the naturally formed humanistic runes on it flickered wildly, becoming increasingly complex, dazzling, and profound. Its aura surged once again on top of its original heavy and powerful foundation.

The connection with the human race's destiny had almost transformed into a tangible band of light visible to the naked eye, its power unfathomable. He himself took nothing, all of it going to the sacred artifact of the human race's destiny.

The Heavenly Dao's merits descended upon the shores of the East Sea one after another. This time, the dazzling primordial light and unique fluctuations of law and order could no longer be completely concealed, and their aura inevitably spread to the vast primordial world.

The Thirty-Three Heavens, the Lingxiao Palace, the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan.

Donghuang Taiyi was refining the Chaos Bell when he was first startled by this sudden yet familiar fluctuation of merit.

He suddenly stood up, his gaze sharp as a sword, piercing through the endless void, staring intently towards the East Sea. His brows were furrowed, his face full of surprise and a hint of barely perceptible unease: "Merit again? And this aura—is unusually mysterious, seemingly related to marriage, human relations, and order."

What on earth is that weak and insignificant human race, like ants, up to?

In a short period of time, it has successively triggered the descent of heavenly merits, how prosperous and strange its fortune is!

Could there truly be some great mystery hidden within that we are unaware of? Brother!

He turned to Di Jun, his tone decisive and ruthless, "Why don't I send a squad of elite demon gods down to investigate? If there's anything suspicious, we can eliminate them!"

Emperor Jun sat upright on the throne, his fingers lightly tapping the gilded armrests, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light. The Hetu Luoshu rotated slightly in front of him, deducing the secrets of heaven.

However, they discovered that the secrets of the human race were shrouded in chaos, obscured by a powerful force of creation and another resilient force of destiny.

He was more composed and thoughtful than Taiyi. He slowly shook his head and said solemnly, "We must not act rashly. Although Goddess Nuwa does not interfere in the specific affairs of the Heavenly Court, she has after all attained the Primordial Dao Sainthood, which is indestructible through countless eons, and she is also the Holy Mother of the Human Race."

We were almost defeated in our previous battle with the Witch Clan—now the Dao Ancestor has decreed that no more clan-wide wars should be waged within 30,000 years.

Sending troops to investigate their family's territory at this time would displease the Empress and incur her wrath, with consequences far beyond what we could bear. Moreover,

He paused, a hint of disdain and weighing of options flashing in his eyes. "What can a mere newborn human achieve, even if they gain some merit from the Heavenly Dao and their luck is a bit strange? Even if an ant has a fortuitous encounter, it is still an ant. Can it shake a towering tree? For now—we should just observe and keep an eye on things from the shadows."

Although Taiyi was violent and possessed the innate treasure Chaos Bell, he was still wary of Nuwa, the saint who lived high in the nine heavens and created the universe.

Especially when his elder brother mentioned the Dao Ancestor's decree, he took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation and killing intent in his heart, and coldly snorted: "Then I will do as my elder brother says. I just hope those ants don't really gain any power!"

Even so, the light he cast toward the East China Sea grew ever colder and sharper.

Also alarmed by the successive arrival of these merits were a host of powerful beings from the primordial world, including the Blood Sea Styx, Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple, and the Queen Mother of the West of Xikunlun.

They could all clearly sense that the place where the merit descended was the land of the East Sea human race. They were filled with doubt and uncertainty, and their calculations revealed that the secrets of heaven were obscure.

However, most of them shared similar thoughts with Di Jun, primarily fearing the divine power of the Goddess Nuwa and unwilling to easily get involved in karma and invite trouble upon themselves.

They all focused their divine senses on the area shrouded by the great formation, observing it secretly, each with their own thoughts and schemes.

Meanwhile, the human race on the shores of the East Sea remained completely unaware of the undercurrents of the primordial world and the prying eyes of many powerful beings, or rather, they had no time to pay attention to such matters.

They are fully committed to this great self-transformation and sublimation.

The surname system was gradually implemented, and marriage rites were increasingly accepted and imitated by clansmen in various regions. The management hierarchy became more sophisticated and effective.

The entire human society is undergoing a radical transformation, with its fortunes becoming increasingly concentrated, stronger, and more resilient in an orderly manner. The flame of civilization is burning ever brighter and its light is growing ever stronger.

Qinglian sat in the center, holding the Creation Whip, whose light was restrained yet whose power was increasing day by day and which resonated with the fate of the human race. Her gaze calmly swept over this bustling and hopeful land, her heart as still as a deep well, with only deduction and calculation.

He knew that the storm had only temporarily subsided, not gone. The real test would only come when humanity truly ventured beyond the shores of the East Sea, when this flourishing fortune could no longer be concealed, and when the shadow of the Great Calamity once again enveloped the primordial world.

Before that, he needs to buy more time for the human race to develop and accumulate more power.

His gaze seemed to already see the path to the future, a path filled with thorns and hope.