Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 397 Confucius Enters the Human Race, Gongming Plans Again

An atmosphere of shock permeated every inch of the temple, and all was silent.

Cangjie's double pupils were exceptionally deep, staring intently at the human world.

"This person possesses innate literary talent, a born sage of literature and philosophy. No wonder he has displayed such abilities!"

"A sage of literature and morality?"

The ancient sages of the human race were greatly surprised. Anything that was associated with the word "sacred" was extraordinary.

Who exactly was Confucius, that he deserved such high praise from Cangjie?

Cangjie explained, "This person is born with literary talent and is surrounded by literary energy. If he does not delve into the Way of Literature, he will be ordinary and blend into the crowd. But once he comprehends the Way of Literature, he will know it as naturally as eating and drinking. One day of comprehension is equivalent to thousands of years of hard work for us great beings. It is normal for him to have such achievements."

The powerful beings suddenly realized that there was such a miraculous physique in this world, which was truly unheard of.

Suirenshi pinched the bridge of his nose and said to Cangjie, "Then what do you mean?"

Cangjie declared resolutely, "Ancestor Suiren, I must personally go to the Immortal Realm and take Confucius as my personal disciple."

"it is good."

Suirenshi nodded, "Go quickly."

With a thought, Cangjie transformed into a streak of light and vanished from the human race's holy temple in the blink of an eye.

In the realm of immortals, Confucius surveyed his surroundings with a sense of wonder.

Having attained the status of a Great Immortal, Confucius naturally knew where he was.

The Immortal Realm is a place where billions of ancient cultivators gather.

Legend has it that the ancestors of the human race, Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi, as well as the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors who laid the foundation for the glorious human race, also lived here.

Confucius randomly detained a cultivator, asked him where the ancestral land of the human race was located, and then prepared to go there.

But before Confucius could even set off, Cangjie had already blocked his way.

When Confucius heard that the tall, upright man with double pupils was Cangjie, the creator of writing, he was very excited and immediately followed Confucius back to the Human Race Temple.

After thinking for a moment, the Tongtian Sect Leader said, "It is still somewhat dangerous for Chaos to attain the Great Luo of Primordial Chaos. Since we are helping, let's help to the end. Go to Chaos and lend him a hand."

The dangers within the chaos are far greater than those in the primordial world. Earth, fire, water, wind, chaotic storms, extraterrestrial demons, and chaotic beasts pose a serious threat to the safety of cultivators in the primordial world.

Although the Styx River is powerful, attaining the Dao of the Primordial Golden Immortal is no small matter.

If anything goes wrong, not only will millions of years of painstaking cultivation be destroyed in an instant, but the Jie Sect will also lose a major ally.

"The teacher is right, I'll go take a look now."

Zhao Gongming transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the Thirty-Three Heavens in the blink of an eye.

A century passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Gongming found the River Styx in the chaos.

The Styx River's millions of years of cultivation and its profound heritage in protecting the Dharma are not to be underestimated.

With one burst of energy, everything fell into place, and he directly attained the Dao of the Primordial Golden Immortal.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Styx, on attaining the Great Luo of Primordial Chaos. From now on, you will be carefree and unrestrained, and you will become a great supernatural being."

Zhao Gongming cupped his hands in congratulations.

Styx chuckled, "If it weren't for your help, fellow Daoist, how could I have attained the Great Luo Primordial Dao?"

"If the West saw a fellow Daoist attain enlightenment, they would probably be furious."

Zhao Gongming couldn't help but laugh.

"The west?"

Styx's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of coldness.

"Now that you have attained enlightenment, fellow Daoist, let us return to the Primordial World."

"Please, fellow Daoist."

Styx and Zhao Gongming returned to the Three Realms in an instant.

The aura of a Primordial Golden Immortal emanating from Styx spread to every inch of the Three Realms.

The Law of Slaughter: Slaughter Heaven, Slaughter Earth, Slaughter All Living Beings. This is the purest way of slaughter, and countless beings in the Three Realms bow down and worship the sage.

The endless sea of ​​blood surged with towering waves, revealing the figures of the four demon kings.

"Has the Ancestor truly attained enlightenment?"

The trembling voice of Brahma rang out.

"Nonsense, who else but our ancestor could possess such an aura?"

Mara glared fiercely at Brahma.

"If our ancestor attained enlightenment, doesn't that mean our Blood Sea will also be a lineage of sages from now on?"

Upon thinking of this, the four Heavenly Demon Kings trembled slightly, their eyes filled with even greater reverence, and they became excited.

The Thirty-Three Heavens, the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, Zhunti, the one guiding the Qi, is itching with envy!

"Damn it! If the Styx River really succeeds in attaining enlightenment, what will become of our Western reputation? What will become of our dignity and decorum?"

Zhunti was furious and suddenly waved his hand, stirring up countless fires, waters, and winds.

Jieyin shook his head and sighed, "It should be Styx's opportunity. Now that Styx has attained enlightenment, the West should not be enemies with the Blood Sea. We should do our best to resolve our grievances. If we can form an alliance, that would be even better."

"alliance?"

Zhunti scoffed, "What is his Blood Sea? Does he even deserve to form an alliance with our Western Regions?"

"Times have changed. The Styx has attained enlightenment. If he is determined to oppose my Western Paradise, he will be a great threat. Before the next great eon, when my Western Paradise flourishes, we must not antagonize the Blood Sea!"

The guiding voice became more solemn, emphasizing that nothing was more important than the rise of the West.

What about face and decorum? We've lost it now, but we can get it back later.

"Yes, senior brother."

Zhunti nodded reluctantly; since attaining enlightenment, he had never suffered such humiliation.

Thirty-three days later, after parting ways with the Styx River, Zhao Gongming returned to the Netherworld.

"Master, what brings you to the Underworld?"

Inside the Senluo Palace, Mosquito Taoist, dressed in the majestic robes of the Fengdu Emperor, stood beside Zhao Gongming with a fawning expression.

"How is the situation in the human realm?"

Zhao Gongming asked casually.

Centuries have passed, and the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought and the Jixia Academy should have come to an end.

Mosquito Taoist hurriedly reported, "Master, this is the era of the Seven Kingdoms: Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, Wei, and Qin. These seven kingdoms are vying for supremacy in the human world, and all the other smaller kingdoms have been annexed."

"What about the Hundred Schools of Thought and the Jixia Academy from hundreds of years ago?"

Zhao Gongming asked again.

"The ideas of the Hundred Schools of Thought were still spreading in the Seven Kingdoms, among which Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism were the most widespread, while the other nine schools of thought paled in comparison."

Zhao Gongming nodded. "Take me to see the Goddess Houtu."

"This way, Master."

The Mosquito Taoist diligently led the way, and in less than a quarter of an hour, they arrived at the Pingxin Hall.

After bringing Zhao Gongming to him, Mosquito Taoist left.

Zhao Gongming entered Pingxin Hall, and soon after, Houtu, dressed in a light yellow long skirt, walked out from a corner of Pingxin Hall.

The long dress was loose, but it still accentuated her perfect figure as she moved.

Lighting the fire, boiling the water, and brewing the tea—the whole series of actions were done in one smooth motion.

"The era of the Hundred Schools of Thought has come to an end. What brings you here, Fellow Daoist Gongming, to my cold and lifeless Pingxin Hall?"

Houtu brewed a cup of tea and handed it to Zhao Gongming.

"I've come here again to ask Fellow Daoist Houtu for help."

"What kind of help?"

"Help me reincarnate into the human realm."

Zhao Gongming said earnestly.

"Go to the human realm. The human realm's fate has run its course. What's the point of going there?"

Houtu was somewhat puzzled.

The reason why the saints incarnated and went to the human world before was to seize the fortune of the human world.

After the Hundred Schools of Thought and the Jixia Academy, the fortunes of the human world have already been divided among the various schools of thought. What is the point of going to the human world again?

"That's right."

Zhao Gongming told Houtu about his plan.

"So that's what you're going to do. If that's the case, then we'll truly be locked in a life-or-death struggle with Buddhism."

Houtu's voice was filled with undisguised surprise, clearly shocked by Zhao Gongming's scheme.

"Let them fight to the death. If Buddhism truly has the power to do so, let them come at us."

Houtu nodded, "Alright, I will lend you a hand."

Houtu led Zhao Gongming to the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. With a wave of her hand, the passage to the human realm began to spin violently. A wisp of Zhao Gongming's true spirit flew out and disappeared into the passage in the blink of an eye.

More than a hundred years have passed since the Hundred Schools of Thought and the Jixia Academy in the human realm.

The era of warring states and chaotic warfare during the Spring and Autumn Period is gone forever.

Instead, there were seven behemoths: Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, Wei, and Qin!

The entire human realm was divided up by seven kingdoms, which constantly attacked and fought each other. Doubts arose between heaven and earth, murderous aura boiled, war raged, and blood flowed like rivers.

Of the seven states, Chu, Qi, and Zhao were the most powerful.

Among the seven states, Qin was relatively weak and no match for powerful states like Chu and Qi.

(End of this chapter)