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

Chapter 80 Nuwa and Houtu's Path to Enlightenment and Sainthood

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun's usually ruthless eyes suddenly filled with emotion.

"The Way of Heaven—"

Hongjun's expression turned solemn; he realized that he could not resist the will of Heaven.

They were almost completely devoured by the Heavenly Dao, but suddenly the Heavenly Dao suspended the merging with the Dao.

Soon, a fluctuation of the Heavenly Dao flashed by, and Hongjun immediately widened his eyes.

"How could that be?"

No wonder the Heavenly Dao suddenly stopped merging with the Dao; the Heavenly Dao Saints he had planned almost all died.

"After all this time, Zhunti still hasn't severed his three corpses?"

"I only asked the Celestial Court to exacerbate the conflict between the Lich and Demon races. How could that affect Laozi, Yuanshi, and Zhunti?"

"Has Yuanshi been defeated again, his cultivation level damaged and his foundation weakened?"

"Nuwa and Tongtian have reached the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm?"

"Dao Ancestor? Qing Yi? Uncle?"

"Damn it!"

Now that Qingyi is strong enough to not be afraid of Hongjun, Tongtian, Nuwa and others no longer need to be careful outside.

This is why Tongtian dares to use the title of "uncle" in public; he no longer needs to hide or pretend to be one.

According to Hongjun's plan, after so much time, those who were supposed to become saints should have already started to worry about why they couldn't achieve the unity of their three bodies.

Then Nuwa created humans, and everyone embarked on the path of accumulating merit and becoming a saint.

The current progress is too slow.

Heaven has decreed that he should handle this.

"Yuan Shi was truly incompetent."

Hongjun glanced disdainfully at Yuanshi, who was in a state of impotent rage.

He had no choice but to once again draw upon his luck, sending healing spiritual roots and corpse-slaying spiritual treasures.

"I didn't have much luck left to begin with, and continuing like this will only create more trouble."

Hongjun didn't give Yuanshi benefits for nothing; for example, he suddenly discovered the spiritual root he desperately needed.

This was not a drain on Hongjun's fortune, but rather on Yuanshi's own fortune.

"Become a saint as soon as possible."

This time, Hongjun took a huge step, pushing all of Yuanshi's fortune forward.

In this way, Yuanshi will have a very smooth period of time, and will be able to recover and sever his corpse again in a very short time.

Once he becomes a saint, let Yuanshi worry about the fate of the gods himself.

"As for Cundi."

Hongjun looked at Zhunti, who was still struggling and trying to sever his third corpse, and shook his head.

Zhunti was in a terrible state; either he or Jieyin was seriously injured.

Now, Jieyin's cultivation level is not only not rising, but is gradually regressing. Zhunti is desperate to become a saint, but he hasn't even severed his three corpses yet.

"It's good that Zhunti is a little slower, because Yuanshi is also slowing down."

Hongjun abandoned the idea of ​​accelerating Zhunti's speed.

They were forced into this role to take the blame, and their luck is not as good as that of the Primordial One.

If I consume more, what if I still can't become a saint?

"And then there are the Lich and Demon races."

Hongjun looked at the two clans that were at peace with each other and felt a headache coming on.

Then he looked at the fortunes of the two races.

The demon race's fortune is good; like a rootless duckweed, they appear strong, but in reality, they are truly powerful.

But once a sign appears, it will vanish in an instant, like ants breaching a long dike.

The Wu tribe is different; they are as solid and imposing as mountains.

Hongjun wanted to influence the fortunes of the two races, and then he thought of Qingyi.

"That's it, this is the last resort."

Hongjun did not want Qingyi to attack Zixiao Palace again, as he was finding it increasingly difficult to resist the will of Heaven.

"Things might improve after the humans emerge."

Hongjun set his sights on the human race.

At that time, the primordial world will have an additional surge of fortune, which will definitely have an impact on the witch and demon races.

The opportunity for the conflict to escalate might lie here.

Hongjun turned his gaze to Nuwa.

In the East Sea, Nuwa gazed at the sea alone.

Long ago, she and Houtu had parted ways.

As Nuwa traveled through the prehistoric world, certain ideas in her mind grew stronger and stronger.

Now, she seems to know what to do.

It seemed as if the entire primordial world was telling her: Do it now, do it immediately!

Nuwa, who had already been warned by the Heavenly Dao, knew that this was the Heavenly Dao influencing her.

One must not be misled by the ways of Heaven.

Nuwa curled the corners of her lips, as if talking to herself.

"I know the path ahead; sainthood is near!"

After saying that, he took out the Qiankun Cauldron and the gourd vine, then took out a lump of Xirang and threw it into the Qiankun Cauldron. Finally, he took out the jade bottle containing the Three Lights Divine Water.

Just as they were about to pour it in, they suddenly stopped.

At that moment, the sky rumbled, as if urging her on.

Nuwa frowned deeply.

"But I don't have the Primordial Purple Qi, is it really possible?"

As soon as she uttered those words, Hongjun in Zixiao Palace staggered.

"What?"

"Qing Yi didn't give her the Primordial Purple Qi?"

"Damn Qingyi, what are you going to do with the Primordial Purple Qi if you're not going to become a saint?"

Hongjun's head was about to explode. He was about to control Nuwa as she became a saint, and he might even be able to use this opportunity to escape some of the corruption of the Heavenly Dao.

But the unexpected happened here.

A wisp of primordial purple energy suddenly appeared in Hongjun's hand.

He wanted to bestow it upon her, but hesitated.

He suffered quite a bit at the hands of Qingyi.

This might cause problems.

"Qingyi cannot see the grand trend of the primordial world, so it's impossible for him to know that Nuwa must first become a saint."

Hongjun had a sudden inspiration.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, we must not be in a hurry."

Hongjun seemed to be consoling himself, and also explaining to the Heavenly Dao.

The strange phenomena in the East China Sea and sky disappeared.

Nuwa also put away the Qiankun Cauldron.

Are you in a hurry? But you didn't give them the Primordial Purple Qi.

It seems there's no rush.

You're not in a hurry, and neither am I.

Since learning that she was the first saint of the primordial world, Nuwa was no longer in a hurry.

"Sister Houtu must have gone north. I'll go take a look too."

Nuwa headed north.

In the northernmost part of the primordial wilderness, lies a sea of ​​blood and a dark abyss.

Houtu stared at the sea of ​​blood for countless years.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu, are you really not going to come in and sit for a while?"

Styx was a little embarrassed; who keeps staring at someone else's doorstep while visiting?

Houtu looked disgusted, her eight arms shaped like an electric fan.

"Didn't we already go in and check? It was filthy, so we won't go in again."

Styx:

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You could poison yourself by licking your lips.

Seeing Houtu deep in thought, he didn't dare say anything more.

"I always feel like I'm doing something very dangerous, like I'm going to die."

Houtu muttered to herself.

She roughly knew what she should do, but wasn't quite sure of the specifics.

In short, her primordial spirit was warning her, as if she were in great danger.

She's already at the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, and she still has a primordial spirit. How dangerous could she be?

"Never mind, anyway, Uncle said there's no rush. Let's wait until Nuwa becomes a saint."

Houtu turned and left.

"Oh, Primordial Chaos, how can you be so filthy? You were created by the Father God!"

In Houtu's eyes, the primordial world was full of vengeful spirits and karma.

The primordial world may seem beautiful, but after several great eons, every nook and cranny is filled with filth.

When Hongjun awoke, the few who had been appointed to the saintly positions were finally stabilized.

As time passed, his primordial foundation was restored, and he also had great fortune, obtaining another innate spiritual treasure.

Although he abandoned the Antarctic Immortal, he met the Burning Lamp Daoist who had listened to the Dao once at the Purple Cloud Palace.

The Taoist Ran Deng bowed deeply, and Yuan Shi immediately felt good about himself.

The primordial world passed by in this calm and tranquil state.

It wasn't until Yuanshi and Zhunti had also completely severed their three corpses that they began to search for a way to reunite the three corpses.

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By this time, Lao Tzu had already begun to get impatient.

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