Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

More importantly, there was that trace of "fate-driven attraction" originating from the primordial purple energy and which he himself had captured.

It is firmly tied to this young man.

This young man was the "fated one" he had sensed during his journey with the human race.

Taiqing Yiqi transformed into the Three Pure Ones, and he had a plan in mind, but he did not show it on his face.

He walked unsteadily to a weathered rock about half a person's height not far from the shack.

As if exhausted, he slowly sat down, his movements sluggish.

This was accompanied by an uncontrollable, heart-wrenching cough, which caused his frail body to tremble.

It seemed as if he would "die" in this desolate wilderness at any moment due to old age, physical weakness, and the invasion of wind and cold.

Upon hearing the sound, the boy immediately stopped what he was doing, looked up, and followed the sound.

When he saw the elderly homeless man huddled by a large rock not far away, coughing incessantly, dressed in a tattered gray robe, all alone,

A genuine concern flashed in his clear eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he put down the wooden pestle and strode over.

"Grandpa, are you feeling unwell? It's getting dark outside and the wind is chilly. It's too dangerous for you to be here alone."

Why don't you come in and rest in my shack for a while?

Although it's simple, it at least keeps out the wind.

The boy's voice was clear and bright, typical of his age, yet his tone was very sincere.

They were even a little cautious, afraid of disturbing the old man who looked so pitiful.

As he spoke, he reached out to help the old man.

Those hands were slightly rough from years of labor, but their movements were exceptionally gentle.

Taiqing Yiqi Hua Sanqing's clones followed the trend and, with the help of the boy, moved with difficulty into the low but clean shack.

The shack was dimly lit and filled with a faint scent of herbs and hay.

Although simple, it was kept in good order.

The boy settled the old man on the relatively dry straw mat, then hurriedly turned around and carefully poured out a small bowl of water from the old earthenware pot.

The water was clearly something he had fetched from a distant stream and allowed to settle; it was fairly clear.

He held the broken bowl in both hands and respectfully handed it to the old man: "Old man, please have some water first."

I'm out of food for now; the herbs I gathered today haven't been exchanged for any food.

A hint of shame appeared on the boy's face.

Taiqing Yiqi Hua Sanqing's clones took the broken bowl, their fingertips feeling the roughness of the bowl's walls and the coolness of the clear water.

He slowly, seemingly with great effort, drank the half-bowl of water.

Then he let out a long, drawn-out breath, as if he felt much more relieved.

She gave the boy a weak but kind smile.

He nodded as a way of thanking him.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the old man seemed to be feeling better.

For the next few days, the Taiqing One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones clones temporarily stayed in the boy's shack.

The boy's name was Xuandu, and his tribe was called Black Gold.

Xuandu was an orphan in the Black Gold Tribe who lost his parents at a young age and barely made ends meet by gathering herbs and doing odd jobs.

He showed no disgust towards this suddenly appearing, impoverished and ailing old man.

Instead, they made room for a more comfortable corner in their already cramped shack.

Every day after returning from working in the fields, they would share the cleanest water they could find and a portion of their limited food rations with the elderly.

She herself was often not full, but she would always smile and urge the old man to eat more, saying that the old man was weak and needed to eat more to replenish his nutrients.

After spending several days together, the Three Pure Ones of Taiqing simply observed quietly.

Occasionally, I would chat with Xuan Du about trivial matters, mostly inquiring about the nearby vegetation and the weather.

Or perhaps you hear Xuandu recount interesting stories he encountered while gathering herbs.

He discovered that the young Xuan Du was far more kind-hearted than he had expected.

He shared food and water not out of calculation or in search of reward.

Rather, it is an almost instinctive kindness and compassion.

He was extremely meticulous in his work, whether it was pounding medicine, drying it, or tidying up the shed, he was meticulous in everything he did and strived to do his best.

What the Taiqing One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones clones valued most was that "pure heart".

The world of Xuandu seems simple: gather herbs, identify herbs, pound herbs, exchange for food, and survive.

Occasionally help the weaker.

His mind is clear and free of distracting thoughts and delusions.

They maintain a genuine curiosity and closeness to the heavens and earth, to every blade of grass and tree around them.

This state is precisely the way of cultivating the Tao.

In particular, cultivating his "Postnatal Golden Elixir Path," a supreme method that requires a pure mind, an understanding of nature, and an inner search for oneself, is the most superior foundation.

After several days of observation, the idea of ​​"accepting disciples" in the mind of Taiqing Yiqi Hua Sanqing's split body has become clear and firm.

This Xuandu is the best place for him to inherit his Great Dao, and also the best place for him to verify his own path on this journey with the human race.

It is even one of the "opportunities" in which the "chance to become a saint" is specifically manifested.

Several days later, on an evening when the setting sun cast a warm yellow glow on the shack, Xuandu was preparing to hand the old man the half-eaten pancake he had saved, as usual.

Taiqing Yiqi Hua Sanqing's clones slowly raised their hands, stopping his actions.

The shack fell silent for a moment.

Only the faint voices of people from distant tribes and the rustling of the wind through the thatch could be heard.

The Taiqing One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones clone raised its eyes, which were no longer turbid but had become incredibly deep, as if containing the universe and stars, and calmly gazed at the bewildered young man Xuandu before it.

He spoke slowly, his voice no longer aged and weak, but carrying a peace and majesty that touched the heart:

"Xuan Du, do you know who I am?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du paused in mid-air, holding the bread in his hand. He blinked his clear eyes, looked carefully at the old man in front of him who seemed somewhat different, and shook his head blankly.

For the past few days, he had only thought of him as a pitiful old man from out of town and had never given it much thought.

The Taiqing One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones clone revealed a very faint smile, almost like the "Dao," and continued slowly:

"I am the primordial spirit of the great god Pangu, the head of the Three Pure Ones, the Supreme Pure Moral Heavenly Venerable of the Sanqing Palace on Kunlun Mountain."

Having traveled through this vast wilderness and arrived here, I have come to see your simple and kind nature.

He possesses an innocent and pure heart, untouched by worldly dust, which aligns with the natural order of the universe, and he is destined to be with me.

Would you be willing to become my disciple and follow in my footsteps?

"Follow this humble Taoist to cultivate the supreme Dao, explore the mysteries of the universe, transcend the cycle of birth and death, and seek the root of that Dao?"

Xuan Du was completely stunned.

The dough in his hand fell with a "thud" onto the dry straw mat, but he didn't even notice.

His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was slightly agape, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

Pangu and the Three Pure Ones?

Taiqing Daode Tianzun?

Kunlun Mountains?

Although he was young, he had heard of these names from passing merchants in the tribe.

That is one of the oldest, most powerful, and most mysterious supreme beings in the primordial world.

They were figures in the clouds, figures that even ordinary humans could not reach.

And now, such a supreme being who only exists in legends...

He was actually sitting in his dilapidated shack, wearing tattered clothes.

He lived with me for several days and ate the coarse food I saved up?

And he even asked himself if he was willing to become his disciple?

The immense shock and disbelief left Xuan Du's mind blank, his heart pounding like a drum.