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

Chapter 66 The Sublimation of the Dao Heart

Qinglian's gaze fell upon the platform, where faint traces of innate array fluctuations lingered, their aura gentle yet profound.

It was completely out of place with the surrounding violent and oppressive atmosphere.

"Ahead should be the secluded cultivation cave of my aunt Nuwa and aunt Fuxi. Now that we've arrived, we should pay our respects."

He instructed his two disciples to take elixirs and recuperate. Once their breathing had stabilized, he straightened his robes and announced loudly towards the platform, "Qinglian of Kunlun Mountain, along with my disciples Sun Wuzhen and Ao Guang, have come to pay our respects to our Martial Uncles Nuwa and Fuxi, passing through this auspicious place!"

The sound pierced through the clouds and entered the formation.

A moment later, the clouds surged, and the innate formation silently opened a portal. A gentle, ethereal voice rang out: "So it's Junior Nephew Qinglian, please come in."

The three of them stepped into the formation, and a bright and clear view opened up before them. On the platform, there were no luxurious palaces, only a few simple and natural stone chambers, adorned with exotic flowers and rare herbs.

A clear spring flows nearby, exuding a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Compared to the imposing grandeur of Mount Buzhou outside, this place seems like a paradise.

Nuwa and Fuxi were standing in front of a stone chamber, looking at them with smiles on their faces.

Nuwa's aura grew ever more profound, her creation and Daoist principles perfectly harmonious; Fuxi, on the other hand, held a jade divination plate, his eyes wise, as if he could see through the secrets of heaven.

"Disciple Qinglian (grand-disciple Wuzhen and Ao Guang) pays respects to Master Nuwa (Grandmaster) and Master Fuxi (Grandmaster)!" The three disciples bowed respectfully.

"No need for such formalities."

Nuwa's gaze swept over Qinglian, whose aura was steady and showed signs of improvement, as well as her two disciples behind her, who, though exhausted, were full of energy and had extraordinary potential. A hint of approval flashed in her eyes.

"How could my nephew have thought of coming to this perilous place, Buzhou Mountain, and bringing two highly skilled disciples with him?"

Qinglian respectfully replied, "Reporting to my master, I have been traveling through the primordial world with my disciple, intending to temper their will and broaden their horizons. Upon reaching Buzhou Mountain, we learned that the Father God's might is an unparalleled treasure land for forging one's physical body and primordial spirit. Therefore, we instructed the two to conceal their magical power and climb on foot for cultivation. We passed by your cave dwelling and came to pay our respects."

Nuwa was even more impressed upon hearing this. To think of using the pressure of Buzhou Mountain to refine the body and mind, and to personally demonstrate it, this child not only has great fortune, but also teaches his disciples with dedication and appropriate methods.

She nodded slightly: "Good. Mount Buzhou is the backbone of the Father God. Cultivating here will indeed bring great perseverance and great fortune. My nephew is very thoughtful."

At this moment, Fuxi smiled and said, "Nephew, you've come at the perfect time. The spiritual leaves you gave me last time have endless uses. I just brewed a pot of them. Although they don't have the miraculous effects of the Three Lights Divine Water, they still have a unique flavor. Nephew and your two disciples, please have a taste."

With that, he led the three into the stone chamber.

The interior furnishings are simple: a table, a couch, and a few cushions.

Fuxi took out a set of simple and elegant ceramic teaware and poured the tea from the pot into the cup.

The tea soup was not as bright and sparkling as the tea brewed with the San Guang Shen Shui water. Instead, it had a warm amber color and a more restrained and calm aroma, with a warm fragrance of roasted herbs and a hint of the mysterious divination symbolism brought by Fuxi's own deduction of the secrets of heaven.

Qinglian picked up her teacup, took a light sniff, and felt a sense of peace wash over her, as if the fatigue from the climb had been soothed. She took a small sip.

The tea soup is warm and smooth, slightly bitter at first, but the aftertaste is even more lingering. A warm current flows into the spirit, not so much to enlighten the mind, but more like to soothe and calm, making one's mind clear and eliminating all distracting thoughts.

"Excellent tea!" Qinglian praised sincerely. "Although my master's method does not have the wonder of starlight, it has the wonder of mellowness and mellowness. It has a unique effect on calming the mind and clearing the thoughts, and has a unique flavor and charm."

Upon hearing this, Fuxi stroked his beard and smiled, "Nephew, you flatter me. I am accustomed to divination, and my mind is often in turmoil. Therefore, I appreciate the mild and mellow taste of this tea, which allows me to maintain a sliver of clarity amidst the complexities of the heavens. It cannot compare to the profound wonders of the Three Lights Divine Water brewed by you, Nephew."

Qinglian put down her teacup and, seeing the undisguised fondness in Fuxi's eyes for the Enlightenment Tea leaves, understood.

He smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it, Uncle-Master. This trip was rushed, and I didn't bring much tea, which has already run out. When I visit again next time, I will definitely prepare more for you so that you can enjoy it to your heart's content."

Fuxi's eyes lit up, and his smile widened: "Then I will thank you in advance, my junior brother!"

Nuwa watched from the side, smiling slightly. Her brother was obsessed with divination and fortune-telling, and he truly loved this Enlightenment Tea, which could help clear his mind.

For the next few days, Qinglian and her two disciples stayed temporarily in this simple stone chamber.

Nuwa would occasionally speak about the principles of creation and destruction, while Fuxi would discuss the ultimate truths of heaven and earth and the wonders of divination.

Qinglian listened attentively, and her two disciples were completely absorbed in the conversation. Although they could not fully understand the meaning, they broadened their horizons and benefited greatly.

Sun Wuzhen and Ao Guang also raised some questions about their climbing and fighting, and Nuwa and Fuxi patiently answered them, enlightening them.

Several days later, the three of them had fully recovered and even made further progress.

Qinglian then rose to take her leave: "Thank you for your hospitality and guidance, Uncle-Master. We still need to continue climbing to verify this journey, so I will take my leave now."

Nuwa and Fuxi knew that their journey was urgent, so they did not try to keep them and sent them outside the formation.

"The road ahead is fraught with peril, and the calamity is unpredictable. My nephew, please be careful," Nuwa admonished. "If you need anything, you may come here for temporary refuge," Fuxi added.

"Thank you for your concern, Martial Uncle. This disciple will take his leave." Qinglian bowed and led her two disciples out of the formation once more, immersing themselves once more in the immense pressure of Pangu.

The road ahead is even more difficult.

The pressure was almost tangible, and it took a tremendous amount of effort to advance even an inch.

But with the previous adaptation and the rest in Nuwa's cave, the three of them became even more determined.

Sun Wuzhen roared, pushing his fighting spirit to the limit, treating the climb as a contest against the will of the Father God;

Ao Guang remained silent, the resilience in his dragon bloodline was fully activated, his dragon scales appeared and disappeared on their own under the pressure, and his physical strength increased rapidly.

Qinglian, on the other hand, had a clear mind. While resisting the pressure, she was also comprehending the tragedy, protection and sacrifice contained in the soul of Buzhou Mountain, which was constantly being confirmed with her own Dao heart.

I don't know how much time has passed, it feels like several cycles have gone by.

When the three masters and disciples exhausted their last bit of strength, and almost crawled, they finally reached the flat, vast summit of Mount Buzhou—a summit where it seemed one could reach out and touch the sky.

boom!!!

An indescribable, vast, ancient, and boundless aura, as if they were standing at the very beginning of time, instantly overwhelmed all their senses!

"Hooray—hooray—I, Old Sun, am here!"

Sun Wuzhen collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his body feeling like it was falling apart. But when his golden eyes looked down at the vast, insignificant land below, as small as grains of sand, and at the boundless starry sky and churning chaos, a surge of boundless pride and a sense of conquest welled up within him! It was as if the entire world was beneath his feet!

Ao Guang was so excited that his dragon body trembled slightly as he looked down at the vast mountains and rivers, a sense of unprecedented openness and freedom filling his heart!

The frustration of the dragons being confined to the four seas was swept away at this moment, replaced by an infinite longing for this world and the pride of being climbers!

Qinglian stood alone on the edge of the mountain peak, his Taoist robe fluttering in the strong wind.

He also looked down upon the primordial wilderness, but his feelings were completely different from those of his two disciples, and also different from when he climbed to the summit alone last time.

Last time, he felt more about his own insignificance and the greatness of Pangu, as well as the surprise of obtaining Pangu Jade.

This time, he stands here, with disciples to protect by his side, having experienced the cruelty of the Great Tribulation, witnessed the tragic grandeur of Hongyun, felt the steadfastness of Zhenyuanzi, and shouldered even greater responsibilities.

His own light seemed to pierce through layers of calamity, revealing the fierce confrontation between the lich and the demon.

I witnessed the struggles of all beings under the weight of countless eons.

I also saw a faint glimmer of life within the Wuzhuang Temple, the deep-seated longing of the dragon race, and the tranquility of Nuwa and Fuxi's cave dwellings—

A more complex and profound emotion welled up within him.

Mount Buzhou is the backbone that stands tall and upright, a symbol of sacrifice, protection, and foundation.

He himself inherited the Taoist lineage of the Three Pure Ones, received the blessings of Pangu, and possessed numerous treasures and disciples with extraordinary potential.

Should it, like Mount Buzhou, become the reliance and foundation for certain people and things amidst this great calamity and storm?

Protecting Kunlun, protecting his disciples, protecting that glimmer of hope—this path of "protection" seems to carry more weight and meaning than simply pursuing the pinnacle of power.

His Dao heart, atop this summit, was undergoing yet another silent tempering and sublimation.

The Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique was running on its own within his body, and the sense of "protection" became clearer and more resolute within the fused Three Pure Ones Daoist Rhyme.

The three of them stayed on the mountaintop for a long time, until their mental and physical strength were fully restored, and they deeply imprinted this ultimate experience into their Dao foundation, before slowly descending the mountain.

The descent was still arduous, but my state of mind had changed. Passing by the Nuwa and Fuxi cave again, I went inside to say goodbye.

"It seems this trip has been quite fruitful." Nuwa smiled as she looked at the three masters and disciples, whose auras had become more composed and whose eyes had become more profound. "Thank you for your kindness, Martial Uncle (Grandmaster)!" The three bowed respectfully.

After bidding farewell to her two senior uncles, Qinglian, along with her two transformed disciples, finally left the overwhelming pressure zone of Buzhou Mountain.

Returning to the "normal" primordial land, Sun Wuzhen and Ao Guang felt as if they had been transported to another world, their bodies feeling infinitely lighter.

His control over power became more refined with every movement, and his spiritual perception became more acute. The hammer and chain from Mount Buzhou had a remarkable effect.

"Let's go. The vastness of the primordial world is but a drop in the ocean for you to see."

Qinglian gazed into the distance, the aura of calamity still intense, but his eyes were even more resolute.

The three of them set off again, their figures disappearing into the vast mountains.

The experience at Buzhou Mountain served as the most solid foundation, raising their starting point and giving them more confidence and awareness for the upcoming, even more violent, final catastrophe.

And Qinglian's new understanding of "protection" will gradually reveal its brilliance amidst the future turmoil.