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

The lingering aura of the Myriad Transformations Seal still lingers atop Mount Kunlun, while the small chaotic seal that carries the traces of myriad treasures and ever-changing nature has been carefully absorbed into Qinglian's primordial spirit for nurturing.

Although the Three Pure Ones did not break through the final bottleneck of the Saint Realm, they worked together to refine weapons and verify the Great Dao, and their minds were also broadened.

Seeing his disciple Qinglian's foundation becoming increasingly solid and her blessings continuous, the melancholy in his heart caused by the Red Cloud Tribulation and his own bottleneck lessened somewhat.

"Qinglian, Wuzhen," Laozi's indifferent voice rang out, "You two, come forward."

Qinglian and Sun Wuzhen, who were standing outside the hall, immediately entered the hall respectfully. Sun Wuzhen was dressed in golden armor, holding an iron rod, his aura was deep and his cultivation at the mid-stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal was extremely solid, and his eyes were filled with awe for his master.

"This time, as we refine this treasure, the Great Dao manifests and the laws intertwine, which is also an opportunity for you all," the Primordial Heavenly Venerable spoke majestically. "We will then preach to you for three years, to organize what you have learned, and to solidify your foundation."

The Grand Master of Heaven grinned: "Little monkey, how's your 'Nine Revolutions Wind and Thunder Battle Technique' coming along? Let your grandmaster take a look!"

The Three Pure Ones sat cross-legged on their cloud beds, and the sound of the Great Dao rose once more. This time, however, they did not directly expound on the profound and unfathomable Primordial Holy Dao.

Instead, it combines one's own understanding of "non-action and nature," "the order of heaven and earth," and "the sharp edge of heaven."

In addition, it provides insights into the harmony of Yin and Yang, the resonance of myriad traces, and the restoration of order during the previous process of refining the Myriad Transformations Treasure Seal, explaining the profound principles of the Great Dao, the application of laws, and the fundamentals of supernatural powers in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Qinglian sat cross-legged below, with the illusory images of the Eight-Petal Creation Green Lotus and the Twelve-Petal Purification White Lotus reflecting each other above her head. The purple light of the Primordial Measuring Ruler appeared and disappeared in her primordial spirit, and the Myriad Transformations Treasure Seal floated in her sea of ​​consciousness. Auspicious clouds from all heavens descended with auspicious light.

His mind was clear and he greedily absorbed the teachings of his three masters.

The masters, drawing upon their own insights from overcoming their own bottlenecks, spoke words of profound wisdom that pointed directly to the source. Many of the confusions they had encountered in their previous cultivation suddenly became clear, leading to a deeper understanding of the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique and an increasingly refined grasp of the Great Dao.

In particular, his explanations of "harmony," "order," and "change" subtly resonated with the profound mysteries of the Myriad Transformations Seal, instantly elevating his understanding and application of this treasure to a new level.

Sun Wuzhen listened with rapt attention, sometimes gesturing wildly as if imitating fists and kicks, sometimes frowning and pondering the profound mysteries of the laws.

The "seizing a single point" and "destroying the edge" principles taught by the Tongtian Sect Leader perfectly matched his cultivation of the Nine Revolutions Wind and Thunder Battle Technique and his innate battle physique. He felt his fighting spirit boiling within him, and the power of wind and thunder flowed more smoothly and effortlessly. Although his realm had not improved, his combat strength was showing signs of a breakthrough.

Three years of preaching passed in the blink of an eye.

As the last lingering echo of the Dao faded, Qinglian and Sun Wuzhen slowly awoke from their state of enlightenment, their eyes filled with a deeper understanding and gratitude for the Great Dao. They bowed in unison, saying, "Thank you, Grandmaster (Master), for your grace in imparting the Dao!"

Lao Tzu nodded slightly, about to speak, when his eyes, which seemed to be able to see through all the heavens and the myriad worlds, suddenly moved, his gaze turning to the endless sea of ​​clouds outside Kunlun Mountain, his indifferent voice carrying a hint of understanding: "A distinguished guest has arrived outside the mountain."

Qinglian understood immediately and stood up: "This disciple will go to greet the guests."

With a swift movement, he appeared outside the gates of Kunlun Mountain. Auspicious clouds stretched across the sky, and thousands of wisps of auspicious mist appeared as three figures, radiating supreme majesty and boundless Daoist aura, arrived together. These were:

In the center stands a woman with a human body and a snake tail, dressed in elegant palace attire, possessing unparalleled beauty. Her body exudes the supreme Daoist aura of creation and nurturing of all things; she is none other than the future Holy Mother of Humanity and Heavenly Saint—Nuwa!

The one on the left, with a sorrowful face and a withered body, wearing a simple gray robe, with a faint golden light appearing around him, seems to bear all the suffering in the world. He is none other than the Guide of the West, one of the two saints of the Western Paradise!

The man on the right, pale and thin, with eyes that revealed seven parts shrewdness and three parts sorrow, held a branch that was neither gold nor wood (the Seven Treasures Tree). He was another saint of the Western Sect—the Daoist Zhunti!

The three of them possessed a more profound and expansive aura than during the three lectures at Zixiao Palace. Above their heads, auspicious clouds floated and purple qi swirled, indicating that they had deeply comprehended the Primordial Purple Qi. However, like the Three Pure Ones, they were blocked by the final threshold to sainthood.

"Junior Qinglian pays respects to Martial Aunt Nuwa, Martial Aunt Jieyin, and Martial Aunt Zhunti! We warmly welcome the three Martial Aunts to Kunlun!"

Qinglian bowed respectfully and meticulously. His status was now extraordinary; he was the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones and the grand-disciple of the Dao Ancestor. His impeccable manners further enhanced his Kunlun demeanor.

When Nuwa saw Qinglian, a gentle hint of approval flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she nodded slightly: "Nephew Qinglian, you may rise above such formalities. Your cultivation has improved considerably."

She could sense the perfect and unhindered aura of the late-stage Great Luo Immortal emanating from Qinglian, as well as the subtle spiritual treasure Daoist charm that even she found extraordinary.

The guide clasped his hands together and said, "Well done, Qinglian, my nephew, you are very courteous." His tone remained compassionate.

Zhunti Daoist's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a smile spread across his face: "Nephew Qinglian, there's no need for such formalities. Please lead the way. We have come specifically to seek out our three senior brothers to discuss the Dao and resolve our doubts."

His gaze swept over the blue lotus, and he naturally noticed its extraordinary nature, secretly marveling at the great fortune of Kunlun.

"Please follow me, my three senior uncles." Qinglian stepped aside to lead the way, her steps steady.

Upon entering the main hall of the Sanqing Palace, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti respectfully greeted the Three Pure Ones on the cloud bed, saying, "Greetings, fellow Daoists."

The Three Pure Ones rose to return the greeting, and Laozi said indifferently, "Fellow Daoists, you have come a long way and must be tired. Please sit down."

A cloud-shaped futon, prepared by Qinglian, was placed to the left and right of the Three Pure Ones. Nuwa sat on the left, and Jieyin and Zhunti sat on the right.

Qinglian stood to one side, her thoughts stirring slightly.

He first took out six fist-sized fruits from the Qiankun Diagram. They were shaped like infants, golden in color, and had mysterious time-related patterns flowing through their veins—these were the innate spiritual root, the Yellow Plum!

This fruit will bloom, bear fruit, and ripen in one year. Hearing about it will prolong life, and eating it will help one attain enlightenment. It is incomparably precious.

He placed six yellow plums in a warm, natural white jade plate, and the fragrance of the fruit instantly filled the hall, making people feel relaxed and comfortable.

Next, he took out a jade jar containing dozens of Enlightenment Tea leaves shaped like jade clouds and with starlight-like veins.

He took out six innate spiritual jade teacups that were neither gold nor jade, and whose Dao patterns were faintly visible. He skillfully brewed them with the Three Lights Divine Water, although his technique was not as good as when he used Tai Chi in front of the Three Pure Ones.

Yet it flowed smoothly, subtly in harmony with the Dao. Clear spring water poured in, the tea leaves unfurled, and starlight seemed to dance around them.

A pure and invigorating aroma of tea, mixed with the fruity fragrance of Huangzhong plums, permeates the air, instantly clearing the mind and dispelling all distracting thoughts.

Qinglian respectfully placed the white jade fruit platter in the center of the table in front of the six powerful figures, and then offered six cups of Enlightenment Tea, which was filled with the pure fragrance of Daoist philosophy, to each of them.

"My three masters, Aunt Nuwa, Aunt Jieyin, and Aunt Zhunti, please enjoy some spiritual fruit and tea to relieve your fatigue." Qinglian's voice was clear and her posture was respectful.