Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

Chapter 102 Rejection of the Path to Sainthood

"In that case, Randeng, you should return to Kunlun to teach in my place. I have important matters to attend to."

Yuanshi urged Randeng to leave quickly.

They were afraid that lighting the lamp here would disturb Nuwa.

If I get beaten again, it will damage my image in the eyes of the lamp-burning heart.

Ran Deng hesitated.

Yuanshi gave an unpleasant snort, and Randeng immediately lowered his head.

"Yes, teacher."

Ran Deng glanced at Shouyang Mountain and then quickly left.

Once they had flown far away, they stopped and looked back towards Shouyang Mountain.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, but his face remained expressionless.

He knew that there were sages watching over him, so he never revealed any of his thoughts.

"Yuanshi, Yuanshi, you are destined to become a saint, and I will be a disciple of that saint in the future."

"Thank you for entrusting your disciple to my tutelage."

Randeng also had his own plans. Judging from Hongjun's attainment of sainthood, it's highly likely that Yuanshi would no longer concern himself with the affairs of the prehistoric world after becoming a saint.

At that time, the disciples of sages will be the most honored in the primordial world.

His status as a lamp burner will rise accordingly, and now Yuanshi is asking him to teach disciples.

If handled properly, he might be able to persuade those disciples to be of one mind with him, Randeng.

At that time, under the banner of a sage and leading the disciples of a sage, wouldn't he be able to say whatever he wants in the prehistoric world?

If he's lucky, it would be even better if his skills could improve further.

No, there's also the Antarctic Immortal. That guy is cunning too. It seems we should share some of the profits with him and let him pretend he doesn't know.

I don't know why, but it seems like the Old Man of the South Pole wasn't liked by Yuanshi Tianzun? But it doesn't quite seem like it.

Ran Deng temporarily put aside the things he couldn't understand and headed towards Kunlun Mountain.

The most urgent task is to brainwash Yuanshi's disciples.

Qingyi brought the Xuan Turtle to the Underworld.

After years of development, the underworld is now quite well-established.

The only difficulty is that the blood and resentment accumulated over countless primordial ages are too terrifying.

The underworld was established on the first day of the lunar calendar and began to receive this filth, which has been washed away over the years.

The sea in the underworld, which was already pitch black, has now become even darker and more vast.

What's terrifying is that there are vengeful spirits floating on it. Anyone who doesn't reach the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal will be eternally damned if they just come into contact with the seawater.

It is called the Yin Sea.

A single drop of seawater falling into a river in the mortal realm can turn a celestial land into a dead zone.

It is even more terrifying than the so-called River of Oblivion and River of Helplessness.

This is also a major problem for the environment of the underworld, which can only be gradually worn down by the workings of the underworld.

Now that we have the Xuan Turtle, things don't have to be so difficult.

"Go, and guard the underworld until you take human form."

With a wave of his hand, Qing Yi summoned an enormous, boundless Xuan Turtle.

With a loud bang, it plunged into the Yin Sea.

As soon as it plunged into the water, the black tortoise raised its head and howled at the purple moon on the horizon.

The entire underworld was alarmed.

Then the seawater slowly submerged the turtle's back.

The North Sea Black Tortoise was originally a Primordial Golden Immortal, and it cultivated defensive laws.

In terms of defensive capabilities, it can be considered the best in the entire prehistoric world.

The seawater posed no threat to him whatsoever.

The black tortoise, on the contrary, was somewhat surprised.

Since the birth of his consciousness, he had always been confined to the North Sea, and this was the first time he had seen the seawater outside the North Sea.

Especially when the seawater hits your skin, it feels tingly and tingly.

In short, it's incredibly comfortable.

Of course, most importantly, he can roll around here at will without generating any karma.

Because there are no living beings inside.

On the contrary, those vengeful spirits would dissipate upon encountering him.

The blood energy on the Xuan Turtle had become so powerful that, in some ways, even the Ancestral Witches couldn't compare.

"Dao Ancestor, this seawater is so magical; it seems to be able to help me cultivate defensive laws."

After a long while, the black tortoise stretched its head out of the sea and expressed its love for this place to Qingyi.

"This will be your home from now on."

"Yes, please rest assured, Dao Ancestor, I will definitely guard the Underworld well."

The black tortoise answered excitedly, then dived back into the sea and officially settled down.

At that very moment, the busy witch clan members in the underworld noticed a change in the underworld.

Similar to the two changes before the beginning of the primordial era, it seems that the earth has become more solid, but it's not that obvious.

In short, I feel more at ease.

"Thank you, Uncle."

At this moment, Houtu appeared, gave a dignified thank you, and then immediately returned to her unreliable self.

"Why are you coming to me instead of looking after the underworld?"

"They're watching."

Houtu said, "It is only natural."

"My elder brother and sister Xuanming are now both among the Ten Kings of Hell in the Underworld. They take turns herding livestock on Buzhou Mountain or working in the Underworld. Zhen Yuanzi oversees the overall situation, and the Underworld is thriving. Everything is developing in a positive direction."

Houtu was smug, not knowing whether she was happy that she had done a good job as a hands-off manager.

I'm still happy that the underworld is doing well.

Qingyi suddenly realized that if the underworld performed well, it seemed to mean that the primordial world was more hellish.

"If you had half of Nuwa's sense of responsibility, I would go and congratulate the great god Pangu."

Qingyi said irritably.

Houtu rolled her eyes.

"Sister Nuwa is completely incapable of using people, which is why she has to personally guard the human race."

"Just like you, Uncle, you know how to use talent instead of doing everything yourself."

Hou Tu spoke with great conviction.

"Uncle, look at our Witch Clan's Underworld Team, aren't they doing a good job?"

Seeing this, Qingyi did not insist.

"I need to manage the underworld well and avoid making mistakes; I have other things to do."

With that, Qingyi vanished.

This time, he certainly didn't just come to the North Sea and the Underworld once.

He also plans to visit the East China Sea to see the First Emperor, and he hasn't yet visited Yingzhou Island, which Tongtian found.

But before that, he had to go find Tongtian.

time flies.

Shouyang Mountain people.

A black-clad figure, carrying a book box on his back, measured the human territory with his own two feet.

This person was none other than Kunpeng, holding a book in his hand, walking while frowning in deep thought.

The book was covered with haphazard, incomprehensible lines.

And so, Kunpeng went through countless human tribes.

Whenever they encountered a human tribe, they would take out books from their book box to explain, and those books were all covered with seemingly chaotic patterns.

Then Kunpeng uses this to observe the way the human race preserves information.

"Humans are truly defying the heavens."

When Kunpeng saw that a human tribe had begun to use patterns to express meaning and make some important records, he was surprised.

He traversed the vast wilderness, and among all living beings, the human race was the one with the shortest history of existence he had ever encountered.

Humans are so intelligent; some creatures that have existed for countless years have never recorded information in this way.

The Kunpeng, which was already on the verge of creating writing, gained even more inspiration among the human tribes.

Each stroke gradually took shape in Kunpeng's hands.

On the other side, at Nuwa's sacred site.

Qingyi looked at Tongtian, who had already woken up.

"Uncle, you've arrived?"

Qingyi smiled and nodded: "How is it? Are you confident?"

"have!"

Tongtian spoke without hesitation.

"Then let's give it a try."

"yes!"

The three left Nuwa's temple.

Tongtian took a step forward, glanced back at Qingyi, and then turned his head back with a determined look.

"Heaven is above, and I am one with the power to communicate with it. I deeply feel the difficulty of survival for all living beings in the primordial world, and I wish to fight for a glimmer of hope for their lives. Therefore, I have established a sect called 'Intercept'."

"We urge humanity and the earth to consider this, and hope that Heaven will grant our request."

Tongtian wanted to become a sage of the Heavenly Dao, so naturally he would announce it to the Heavenly Dao.

Boom~

A rumbling sound echoed across the sky.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun looked at Tongtian, then closed his eyes again.

"Heavenly Dao, achieving sainthood is a good thing for you, but are you prepared for the current state of the primordial world?"

The Way of Heaven did not react; it was contemplating.

Tongtian isn't on our side, but once we become saints, we'll be controlled by it. Why shouldn't we agree?

"Have you forgotten Qingyi's methods?"

Hongjun spoke again.

Heaven fell silent.

What if Qingyi has a way to break free from the control of Heaven?

Having suffered losses at Qingyi's hands several times in a row, the Heavenly Dao was also growing stronger.

Perhaps this is another of Qingyi's tricks; otherwise, why would he let Tongtian become a saint?

For someone to achieve sainthood, a price must be paid.

Forget it, let's wait for Yuanshi and the others.

Seeing this, Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, becoming a saint through the Heavenly Dao would also be beneficial to him, since it would affect some of the corruption of the Heavenly Dao.

But Hongjun couldn't accept that he had no one to rely on.

If the primordial world does not continue to ascend to higher dimensions, it will become increasingly difficult to become a saint in the future.

What if Tongtian takes up one of the three of Laozi's quotas?

He had made arrangements for all three of them, especially Zhunti.

Such a vast legacy awaits its inheritor; we can't afford any accidents.

Moreover, all three of Laozi, regardless of which one becomes a saint, will be his sword.

They were able to scheme against the Lich and Demon races, and then revitalize the stagnant state of the prehistoric world.

Hongjun looked at Shouyang Mountain, his eyes also filled with doubt.

He had already given up on the idea of letting Laozi and Yuanshi go mad first, but instead he fed Zhunti some chicken soup.

But why is Yuanshi now entering Shouyang Mountain?

"It just didn't work."

Tongtian shook his head; Heaven would not allow him to go mad.