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

Chapter 130 The Three Pure Ones Emerge from Kunlun

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, the sea of ​​clouds surges and is surrounded by celestial light.

Sanqing Palace is hidden deep within an auspicious atmosphere. Its walls and halls are all built of chaotic jade, and the wind chimes hanging from the eaves ring out without wind, emitting a cleansing sound to cleanse the primordial spirit.

Lao Tzu sat in meditation on the cloud bed at the highest point, his body seemingly merging with the entire Kunlun Mountains. His aura was ethereal and unpredictable, sometimes like an unchanging ancient rock, and sometimes like a constantly flowing galaxy.

That wisp of primordial purple energy was floating and flickering deep within his primordial spirit, each pulse causing the surrounding Daoist aura to spread like ripples.

He has been sitting here meditating for countless years, seemingly only a hair's breadth away from the Primordial Dao Fruit, yet it remains like looking at flowers through the fog or gazing at the moon's reflection in water. The Great Dao is before him, but he finds it difficult to truly touch or grasp it.

On this day, at the perfect time of the union of heaven and earth, and the rotation of yin and yang, Lao Tzu's mind reached a state of emptiness and selflessness, almost indistinguishable from the Dao in the darkness.

Suddenly, the once-silent Primordial Purple Qi trembled slightly, and an incredibly clear yet mysterious sensation descended from that indescribable place!

This sensation did not originate from the cold, operating laws of Heaven, nor from the domineering laws of power, but rather carried a vibrant, resilient vitality full of infinite possibilities.

It pointed with unparalleled precision to the southeastern corner of the primordial land, to the new race—the human race—created by Nuwa herself, upholding the ultimate principles of creation!

"So that's how it is—my opportunity to attain enlightenment must lie here—"

Lao Tzu slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time, a clear understanding flashed in those eyes that contained endless wisdom and saw through the vicissitudes of time.

The thick fog created by the previous divination of heavenly secrets suddenly dissipated, and the path ahead became clear.

He sensed that his "Dao" was not entirely a pure and inactive state detached from worldly affairs; it also required entering the world and undergoing tribulations to reach perfection. And the human race was the place where those tribulations were to be faced, and also the place where one could prove one's Dao.

He rose, and auspicious clouds gathered beneath his feet to support him.

As he stepped off the cloud bed, an unprecedented opportunity arose within the flawless aura of a quasi-saint surrounding him, as if an invisible thread was drawing him closely to the distant human race.

He stepped out of the meditation room, passed through the corridor, and arrived at the Taiji Daoist Hall where Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu usually discussed and performed Daoist rituals. The hall was filled with Daoist energy, and the earth, water, fire, and wind would appear and then subside from time to time.

Yuanshi held a jade ruyi in his hand, silently observing the cosmic cycle.

Tongtian held the Qingping Sword in his arms, and his eyes seemed to hold the birth and death of countless sword realms.

The two Dao Venerables noticed Laozi's arrival almost simultaneously, and even more keenly sensed the unusual and heavenly aura emanating from him. They both stopped what they were doing, their faces showing surprise.

"Elder brother, you emerged from seclusion today, your aura more harmonious than ever before, and it seems as if a catalyst is drawing you in. Could it be that you have found hope in the Great Dao and made some progress?"

Yuanshi put down the jade ruyi and asked solemnly. He knew that Laozi's cultivation had already reached the pinnacle of Quasi-Saint, and anything that could cause a change in his aura was no small matter.

Lao Tzu nodded slightly, his voice detached and ethereal, yet carrying an undeniable certainty: "Indeed. In my quiet contemplation, I received the manifestation of heavenly secrets. The opportunity for my sainthood lies not in Kunlun, nor beyond the heavens, but on the shores of the East Sea, in the human race created by my junior sister Nuwa."

"Humans?" Tongtian raised an eyebrow, revealing a look of great interest, and slightly subdued the sharp sword intent that had been emanating from his body.

"Is that the new race that Junior Sister Nuwa created by molding clay in the form of Father God Pangu, and has been causing quite a stir in the prehistoric world lately? Qinglian, your disciple, has been staying there to guard since Junior Sister Nuwa became a saint, and has never returned."

"Exactly." Lao Tzu's gaze became increasingly distant, as if he had pierced through endless space and seen the scene on the shore of the East Sea.

"Qinglian is our first disciple. She is entrusted with great opportunities and has great perseverance."

He has protected humanity for many years, enduring countless hardships. Perhaps, in some mysterious way, this is related to the destiny of the three of us brothers, and even more so to the opportunity for my enlightenment.

"In that case, let us go and see for ourselves. We can also see how that young man's cultivation has progressed over the years, and how well he has protected the human race."

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu exchanged a glance, their expressions becoming solemn.

The opportunity for sainthood that Lao Tzu sensed was of paramount importance to the Three Pure Ones, and they naturally did not hesitate to seize it.

At the same time, the fact that the human race, which enabled Nuwa to achieve sainthood through her merits and is now involved in Laozi's path to enlightenment, has aroused great curiosity in them.

The Three Pure Ones did not use their supernatural powers to directly tear through the void and descend to the shores of the East Sea.

Firstly, the opportunities Lao Tzu sensed needed to be experienced gradually, and the process of understanding them was itself a form of cultivation; secondly, they also wanted to see the true state of this primordial land, especially the areas where humans were scattered.

The three Dao Venerables rode auspicious clouds, departed from the Kunlun Sacred Realm, and traveled leisurely across the boundless mountains and rivers of the primordial wilderness.

High in the clouds, overlooking the earth, it seems like an ordinary immortal's journey, but in reality, it is a journey of a thousand miles in a single step, and the mountains and rivers are turned upside down.

However, what they saw and heard along the way moved even the Three Pure Ones, who were used to seeing the wonders of the primordial world.

They saw that in many mountains, plains and valleys far from the East Sea coast, there were already large numbers of human traces.

These are clearly human tribes that migrated from their ancestral lands, no longer as ignorant and fragile as they were when they were first born in legend.

They built fortified settlements, constructing sizable villages and fortified towns using massive stones and timber.

They cleared land, diverted water for irrigation, and planted various kinds of spiritual grains and millet;

They formed hunting teams to hunt down monsters, and the teamwork and bravery they displayed far surpassed that of ordinary post-natal beings.

What caught the attention of the Three Pure Ones was that almost every human tribe had a powerful figure with vigorous blood and energy, like a furnace, in charge of the tribe.

These powerful individuals possess robust physiques, their bones and muscles resonate like thunder, and their blood and qi surge like a great river. Their vigor is so great that they can actively cause the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth to fluctuate accordingly!

Its way of circulating qi and blood is fierce, sharp, pure and refined, following the path of breaking through all laws with one force. It is somewhat similar in form to the methods of the witch clan to temper the physical body and develop bloodline supernatural powers, pursuing the ultimate explosion and application of individual power.

But what's strange is that these human powerhouses, despite possessing such immense and terrifying blood and energy and incomparably strong physiques, still have clear and active fluctuations of their primordial spirit in the space between their brows and in their sea of ​​consciousness!

Unlike the Wu tribe, who were blessed by the father god Pangu but also restricted by the Heavenly Dao, they almost completely abandoned their primordial spirit and only cultivated their physical body and bloodline supernatural powers.

The human race's primordial spirit has not been extinguished, but it seems that it has not been cultivated as the core of their power?

Its strength stems from its seemingly ordinary yet infinitely potential physical body and blood, as well as an indomitable and indomitable will to fight against heaven and earth!

"Interesting." Yuanshi's eyes flashed, and after a little deduction with his divine sense, he saw through some of the tricks.

"The qi and blood flow like smoke from a wolf's beak, penetrating the body and capable of shaking the void;

His physique is like refined gold, stronger than any magical treasure. His path seems to follow the way of strength, advancing relentlessly, with unparalleled power and ferocity.

However, his primordial spirit was not extinguished; it remained clear, but it seemed to be dominated by a more powerful system. The power of his primordial spirit aided his will and enhanced his wisdom, but it was not the source of his power.

At its core, it all stems from the condensation and sublimation of physical energy and indomitable will.

Tongtian's gaze was sharp as a sword, as if he wanted to cut through all illusions and see the essence. He clicked his tongue in amazement: "Wonderful! This kind of cultivation path is something I have never heard of or seen before!"

Resembling neither a sorcerer nor an immortal, he has managed to temper his seemingly weak, acquired body into a level comparable to that of a Taiyi Golden Immortal through a certain system. His actual combat prowess is probably not to be underestimated.

No wonder they were able to establish themselves, multiply, and even flourish in the desolate land where ferocious beasts lurked and demons lurked.

"That kid Qinglian, it seems, hasn't just been simply guarding the human race all these years; he's probably poured a lot of effort into it and passed on some extraordinary skills."