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

Chapter 412 The Flame of the Heart Never Dies, the Dao Heart Endures Forever

Zhao Gongming sat on the stone chair and began to think about what he should leave for the yet-to-be-born Sun Wukong now that he had arrived at Flower Fruit Mountain ahead of schedule.

The Great Tribulation of the Journey to the West was a crucial step in the great prosperity of the West, and also an opportunity bestowed upon the West by the Dao Ancestor.

Zhao Gongming's insistence on obstructing the rise of the West was not due to any deep-seated hatred between him and Zhunti and Jieyin, but rather because it was the inevitable course of Heaven.

The two saints, Cundi and Jieyin, represent the West. The West is impoverished, and Mahayana Buddhism has exhausted its potential.

If the West wants to prosper, it must move eastward. However, moving eastward will inevitably affect the fortune of the Eastern Xuanmen. How could Zhao Gongming not obstruct it?

In this great calamity, there is no right or wrong, only positions.

Zhao Gongming's stance is that of the Xuanmen (Taoist school), which means he is destined to stand on the opposite side of the West.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and even Tang Sanzang are all children of the Great Calamity, important pieces in the advancement of the Great Calamity. The one who wields the pieces is the sage!

Although the great calamity of the Journey to the West has not yet begun, the West is probably already preparing for it.

The great calamity will begin when the chosen one is identified.

Before that, given the West's cautious nature, it would undoubtedly have thoroughly examined the calamity to ensure that the great calamity would proceed without any problems.

Zhao Gongming then planned to use the robbery to carry out subsequent schemes.

Therefore, there is absolutely no need to leave any powerful spiritual treasures or cultivation techniques on Flower Fruit Mountain.

If the two Western Saints were to discover something, it wouldn't be good.

Zhao Gongming thought for a long time before slowly extending his palm.

A crimson flame with golden hues and shimmering light appeared in his palm. The flame burned silently, scorching the void and emanating a pure and righteous aura.

This is the Heart Flame, a wisp of Heart Flame condensed after attaining the Great Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos.

The inner fire represents the true self. If a wisp of inner fire remains, the true self will never perish, and the Dao heart will be eternal. No evil spirits or heretics can corrupt the Primordial Great Luo!

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Gongming decided to set aside a wisp of the fire he had condensed for Sun Wukong.

The foundation of Buddhism lies in its eight hundred unorthodox sects, which are full of cunning and adept at deceiving and misleading people.

Although Sun Wukong was born with innate powers, how could he possibly defeat the wondrous magic of the West?

A wisp of inner fire remains, enough to keep Sun Wukong constantly aware of his true self, preventing him from being influenced by Western Buddhism and losing sight of his true self.

Zhao Gongming dispelled his own mark on the Heart Fire, which immediately shrank into a golden seed the size of a grain of rice.

Zhao Gongming gently placed the seed on the stone chair he was sitting on, nodded in satisfaction, and with a flash, his entire figure instantly turned into countless bubbles, dissipating in mid-air.

On the shores of the East China Sea, the once calm and still void suddenly trembled slightly.

Then, without warning, it shattered, and Zhao Gongming emerged from it.

Sun Wukong was born divine, and since I intended to bring him into my fold, I would devise a plan for him.

Why not just plan it out from the start and make a complete arrangement?

Zhao Gongming glanced at the East Sea, a slight smile playing on his lips, and stepped inside.

Wherever he passed, the laws of the Great Dao surged. Although there was no apparent movement, the surrounding seawater involuntarily parted to reveal a wide passage.

Not long after, Zhao Gongming had entered the depths of the East China Sea, above the East China Sea.

It is the place where sea creatures live, reproduce, and thrive. The deep East Sea is the main base of the dragon race.

From a distance, you can see the brightly lit Crystal Palace, as bright as day.

It illuminated the darkness of the deep sea, shining like a bright pearl, its gentle light spreading in all directions.

The Crystal Palace is surrounded by lush foliage, where all kinds of rare and precious plants grow, emitting a rich fragrance. Some of these plants have even disappeared from the Three Realms.

Even though Zhao Gongming had already attained the Dao of the Primordial Golden Immortal, upon seeing this scene, he couldn't help but secretly marvel at the Dragon Clan's wealth and profound foundation.

These rare and precious materials in the outer regions are actually nothing compared to the things in the Dragon Clan's ancestral land and the Dragon Clan's treasure trove—those are the truly top-tier items.

The Dragon-Han Calamity did not fundamentally damage the Dragon Clan's foundation.

Otherwise, the dragons wouldn't have so easily taken out these rare and precious materials next to the Crystal Palace.

Zhao Gongming did not conceal his presence. After walking for a short while, he saw a group of sea patrol yakshas walking towards him.

The leader was a Yaksha who was even larger than the Yaksha soldiers, and possessed celestial-level cultivation.

"Who are you, daring to trespass on my Dragon Clan's territory? Don't you know that the depths of the East Sea are a forbidden area for cultivators of all races?"

The Great Yaksha questioned Zhao Gongming with a serious expression, gripping the steel fork in his hand. He was ready to strike with lightning speed if Zhao Gongming showed any sign of trouble.

Many years ago, the East Sea, from top to bottom, every inch of it was the territory of the Dragon Clan, and no other race in the primordial world could invade it.

After the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, the primordial world was divided into the Three Realms. At Zhao Gongming's urging, and also to help the Dragon Clan make friends with all other races, the Dragon Clan was persuaded to make friends with all other races.

The resources on the surface of the East China Sea can be freely taken by all races, while the dragon race lives in seclusion in the deep sea, excavating deep-sea treasures.

"I have no intention of offending the dragons. I am an old acquaintance of your Dragon King. Please take me to meet him."

"Do you know my clan leader?"

The big yaksha stared at Zhao Gongming with suspicion, clearly not believing that his clan leader was who he was.

The Four Seas Dragon Gods, personally appointed by the Great Celestial Venerable, govern all water veins in the Immortal Realm and hold extremely high status.

How could he have become acquainted with this unknown cultivator in front of him?

Seeing the Great Yaksha hesitate, Zhao Gongming laughed and said, "If the old Dragon King is really too busy, you can call your Turtle Prime Minister over. I have a good relationship with your Turtle Prime Minister!"

The great yaksha was still somewhat skeptical. He sensed that Zhao Gongming's aura was only similar to his own, so how could he have gotten to know the Dragon King and the Turtle Prime Minister?

The Great Yaksha thought for a moment, made up his mind, and brandished his steel fork, just as he was about to drive Zhao Gongming away.

Zhao Gongming said with a smile, "I am an important guest of your Dragon King and the Turtle Prime Minister. Informing him won't cause you any loss, but if you delay the Dragon King's important business, the consequences will be dire."

The Great Yaksha felt a sudden tremor in his heart. He looked at Zhao Gongming carefully and felt that what he said made a lot of sense.

He was just a lowly soldier; all he did was give a brief report, and he wouldn't lose a single piece of his flesh.

On the contrary, if it were truly a powerful and unfathomable figure, the guest would probably turn to ashes as soon as he left.

"Please have a seat, guests, and some tea. I'm going to see the Prime Minister."

The Great Yaksha left after uttering a single sentence.

The Great Yaksha spoke, and the attitudes of the other Yakshas immediately made a complete 180-degree turn.

They found a pavilion and invited Zhao Gongming to sit down, then served him tea.

Not long after, the Great Yaksha arrived with the Turtle Prime Minister. It had been several years since Zhao Gongming last saw the Turtle Prime Minister, but the Turtle Prime Minister's demeanor was still as impressive as ever. His hunched back had straightened up a bit, and he looked quite spirited.

"Prime Minister Turtle, how have you been? It's been quite a few years since we last met."

Zhao Gongming picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and smiled at the Turtle Prime Minister.

The Yakshas beside them changed their expressions slightly. Just who was this person? How could he be so arrogant and speak to the Turtle Prime Minister like that?

Who is Prime Minister Turtle? He is an old minister who has followed the clan leader since the time of the Lich King. He has long since attained the Great Luo Dao Fruit and has very strong connections. He has a very good relationship with the immortals of the Jie Sect on Jin'ao Island. He even treats some quasi-saints as equals.

The Great Yaksha trembled violently, secretly lamenting that if he had known it would be like this, he should have just blasted the young cultivator away.

"A saint!"

But Prime Minister Turtle seemed to have seen a ghost. His body trembled violently, his pupils widened to their maximum, revealing disbelief. He then trotted to Zhao Gongming and put on a fawning smile.

"Little Turtle greets Your Majesty. Your esteemed presence is an honor. Why didn't you inform Little Turtle in advance? Little Turtle could have made preparations to welcome you."

The two demons standing to the side were stunned. Was this really the same Turtle Prime Minister who was usually so serious and never smiled?

Wait, what did Prime Minister Turtle just say?

saint!

Is this young man a saint?

Prime Minister Turtle looked at the two dazed yakshas and, before Zhao Gongming could speak, suddenly waved his sleeve, his magic power transforming into a wave of air that sent the two yakshas flying dozens of meters away, and reprimanded them.

"Are you all blind? The presence of a sage in my East Sea is an honor for my dragon race! How dare you obstruct a sage like this?"

(End of this chapter)