Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

On this day, Chen Qing was flying over a valley when suddenly a soft and melodious female voice came from below:

"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

Chen Qing's face darkened—not that again? He felt those four words were poisonous!

However, he stopped and looked down. He saw a beautiful woman with a human head and a snake's body standing in the valley, with an ethereal air about her.

"Nuwa!" Chen Qing recognized her at a glance. They had all listened to her teachings in Zixiao Palace, so they were not strangers to each other.

Chen Qing landed and respectfully bowed, saying, "Chen Qing greets Martial Aunt Nuwa!"

The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa were both disciples of Hongjun Daozu. As a disciple of Taiqing Laozi, Chen Qing naturally had to greet Nuwa with the respect due to a junior.

Nuwa looked at the respectful Chen Qing before her and nodded in satisfaction: "Senior Brother Taiqing has indeed taken on a good disciple. I never imagined that in the blink of an eye, you would already be a Great Luo Golden Immortal."

"Uncle-Master, you flatter me. Chen Qing's presence was merely a coincidence. May I ask what business you have with Chen Qing?"

Chen Qing was quite puzzled. Logically speaking, Nuwa should be in seclusion at this time, comprehending the Primordial Purple Qi within her primordial spirit in an attempt to break through to the Saint realm. Why would she suddenly come looking for him?

Nuwa remained silent for a moment before speaking: "Recently, I went into seclusion to comprehend the Primordial Purple Qi. Guided by the secrets of heaven, my opportunity to become a saint lies with you."

Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that his past life as a human had been discovered? But then he thought, if that were the case, even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun probably wouldn't let him, a transmigrator, off the hook.

He looked up at Nuwa, who was smiling at him, and suddenly felt immense pressure.

"Uncle-Master, Chen Qing is only at the Great Luo realm; how could he possibly help someone become a Saint?"

"It's alright. Since the divine guidance is with you, there must be a reason for it."

After pondering for a moment, Chen Qing said, "In that case, I will accompany my martial uncle to travel around and see what's happening. Perhaps we can gain some insights."

"Um."

After that, two figures appeared on the vast land, measuring the earth step by step like mortals.

Centuries later, the two arrived at Buzhou Mountain.

For hundreds of years, Chen Qing followed Nuwa to almost every corner of the prehistoric land. Now, the prehistoric land is filled with the slaughter of the Wu and Yao races, the mountains and rivers are broken, and countless lives have been lost.

Now, by chance, the two have come to Buzhou Mountain again.

Chen Qing looked at Nuwa and smiled slightly: "Uncle-Master, what do you think of the two races in the prehistoric world now?"

Nuwa was taken aback, and then fell into a state of enlightenment.

On this day, Nuwa felt her mind become clear, with countless flashes of inspiration. She turned to Chen Qing and said, "I would like to ask fellow Daoist to lend me the Qiankun Cauldron and the Nine Heavens Breath Soil."

Chen Qing smiled slightly. After a hundred years of companionship, he finally understood why he possessed the "opportunity to become a saint" that Nuwa had spoken of.

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing immediately took out the Qiankun Cauldron and then took out a gourd from his sleeve, which contained the Three Lights Divine Water.

"Uncle-Master, please wait a moment. The Nine Heavens Breath Soil is still in Kunlun Mountain. I will retrieve it now." As soon as he finished speaking, a figure emerged from his body—it was one of his microscopic clones.

The clone was identical to Chen Qing's original body. After emerging, it immediately used the Great Space Technique, and its figure flashed into the void, heading towards the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

Nuwa watched this scene with a hint of admiration in her eyes: "Nephew, your clone technique is truly exquisite. It has the ability to act independently and is also in harmony with the original body. It is a rare divine power."

"Uncle-Master, you flatter me." Chen Qing smiled modestly. "It's just a trick, nothing special."

A moment later, the microparticle clone returned from Kunlun Mountain and handed it to Nuwa.

Nuwa solemnly accepted the Qiankun Cauldron, the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, and the Three Lights Divine Water from Chen Qing. She took a deep breath and raised her hand to form a hand seal.

The Nine Heavens Breath Soil was thrown into the Qiankun Cauldron, and the gourd of Three Lights Divine Water poured in as well. Gold, silver, and purple light intertwined in the cauldron, blending with the earthy yellow of the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, radiating a soft and sacred glow.

Nuwa continued her hand seals, and the Qiankun Cauldron began to slowly rotate. The runes on the cauldron lit up one by one, and the light of creation burst forth from the cauldron's mouth, transforming into a nine-colored pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

The dazzling nine-colored light illuminated the entire Buzhou Mountain, even dyeing the clouds on its summit with seven colors.

Nuwa closed her eyes slightly, then bit her tongue, forcing out a clump of essence blood, which she then poured into the Qiankun Cauldron.

The essence blood merged into the nine-colored radiance, immediately triggering an even more violent reaction—the cauldron trembled, and the light surged, as if something was being conceived and formed within it.

"go!"

Nuwa gave a soft shout, and streams of light flew out from the Qiankun Cauldron, streaking across the sky like shooting stars, landing on the ground and transforming into Dao-body beings.

After landing, the creatures stretched and slowly stood up. They were completely different from the races that existed in the primordial world—they were upright, with gentle faces, possessing both spirituality and simplicity. They were all naked, half male and half female, their innocent eyes wide open, curiously observing this world.

One, two, ten, a hundred... until a total of three thousand streams of light flew out of the cauldron, transforming into three thousand humanoid beings, and only then were the materials in the Qiankun Cauldron exhausted.

The three thousand beings stood at the foot of Mount Buzhou, some squatting, some standing, some whispering to each other, some gazing at the sky, each with a different expression. Although they were in their initial form, they already faintly revealed their potential to become the most intelligent of all beings in the future.

Nuwa looked at the creatures she had created with her own hands, her eyes filled with love and joy. She stepped forward and gently stroked the head of one of the creatures, which then revealed a pure smile.

Then, Nuwa turned around, faced heaven and earth, and solemnly spoke, her voice clear and dignified, resounding in all directions:

"Today, I, Nuwa, with the Breath of the Nine Heavens and the Divine Water of the Three Lights, recreate a race, named 'Human'—May Heaven bear witness!"

The moment the words were spoken, the world around them suddenly changed color.

Above Mount Buzhou, a vast expanse of golden clouds appeared out of thin air, obscuring the sky and radiating countless rays of light. Within those golden clouds lay boundless power of merit, a reward from Heaven for the creation of a new race.

Then, a huge golden light of merit descended from the sky, like a golden waterfall, cascading down and splitting into two, falling on Chen Qing and Nuwa respectively.

Two of the merits fell into Chen Qing's body.

Chen Qing felt a warm and vast power surge into his limbs and bones, cleansing his physical body and primordial spirit. Without the slightest hesitation, he directly injected this power of merit into the 840 million particles within his body.

The particles, like parched land receiving timely rain, frantically absorbed the power of merit. Each particle cheered and vibrated, its cultivation level soaring—early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, peak early stage, mid-stage…

He reached the peak of the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, just one step away from breaking through to the late stage, before stopping.

At the same time, a faint phantom of a golden wheel of merit appeared behind Chen Qing's head. Although the golden wheel was still illusory, it already emitted a faint golden glow, making him look like a celestial being descended to earth, sacred and solemn.

Of the remaining eighty percent of the merit, one-tenth fell into the Qiankun Cauldron. The cauldron trembled violently, the light of creation became even more intense, and the runes on the cauldron became even more complex and mysterious—the power of this innate treasure had been elevated to another level.

Finally, seventy percent of his virtue was absorbed into Nuwa's body.

Nuwa was bathed in the golden light of merit, her long hair flying and her robes fluttering. The primordial purple energy within her primordial spirit sensed the pull of the power of merit and quickly merged with her primordial spirit, becoming one with it.

An unprecedentedly powerful force erupted from her body.

At that very moment, extraordinary phenomena appeared in the heavens and earth—

Auspicious purple clouds rise from the east, stretching for 30,000 miles, rolling in from the eastern horizon and dyeing the entire sky a purple hue.

Flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses bloomed on the ground, and ethereal Daoist chants echoed in the void, as if heaven and earth were singing joyfully for the birth of a sage.

An overwhelming and boundless pressure emanated from Nuwa, instantly spreading to every corner of the primordial land.

That oppressive aura was like the might of heaven, like the great Dao, instilling awe in all living beings from the depths of their souls.

As all living beings know, Nuwa has become a saint.

Countless cultivators, demons, witches, and even plant spirits knelt and bowed towards Mount Buzhou, shouting, "Greetings, Sage Nuwa!"

The sounds rose and fell, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

Chen Qing stood behind Nuwa, looking up at the powerful Nuwa above, a hint of envy in his eyes.

Of course, he didn't envy those who achieved sainthood through merit—such a position, attained through external force, is ultimately less solid than one proven by power. What he envied was the power Nuwa possessed at that moment.

That power that is in harmony with the Way of Heaven and endures countless eons is the ultimate goal that all cultivators pursue throughout their lives.

However, despite his envy, Chen Qing knew in his heart that he still had a long way to go. The 840 million microscopic worlds were not yet complete, and the path of the myriad realms had only just begun; there was no need to rush.

When Nuwa became a saint, some people were happy and some were sad.

Above the Thirty-Three Heavens lies the Heavenly Court.

Di Jun and Tai Yi stood side by side outside the Lingxiao Palace, feeling the oppressive aura of a saint that filled the sky, their expressions complex.

A moment later, a hint of joy flashed in Di Jun's eyes.

Although Nuwa never explicitly stated her intention to join the Heavenly Court, she was, after all, of demonic origin and a powerful figure within the demon race. The emergence of a sage among the demons was undoubtedly a tremendous boon for the entire race.

"Taiyi, Nuwa's ascension to sainthood is a blessing for our demon race." Dijun turned around and said in a deep voice, "Send down the order to quickly prepare generous gifts. I will personally lead a team to Buzhou Mountain to congratulate Nuwa on her ascension to sainthood, and also to probe her attitude."

Taiyi nodded: "Brother is right. Although Nuwa has not entered the Heavenly Court, she is still a demon. If we can gain her support, why should our demon race worry about the destruction of the witch race?"

The two brothers exchanged a glance, and both saw hope in each other's eyes.

In stark contrast to the jubilation in the Heavenly Court, the atmosphere in the Pangu Hall of the Wu Clan was so heavy it was almost palpable.

The twelve Ancestral Witches gathered together, each with a gloomy expression and remaining silent.

The statue of Pangu in the center of the main hall stands majestically, its gaze piercing, as if watching over the every move of its descendants.

After a long while, Zhu Rong finally couldn't hold back any longer. He suddenly stood up and slammed his fist on the armrest of the chair, making a loud "boom".

"Who cares about those so-called saints!" Zhu Rong shouted, his voice booming like a bell. "We, the Wu tribe, are descendants of the Father God Pangu. How can we lose to those two birdmen in the Heavenly Court! Just because they have saints, does that mean we have no way to win?"

The other ancestral witches all looked up at Dijiang, who was sitting at the head of the table.

Dijiang remained calm, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before he slowly spoke: "Zhurong is right. His demon race has sages, but my witch race is not without its own trump cards."

He paused, then continued, "With our current level of cultivation, the twelve Ancestral Witches, combined with the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, are capable of summoning the true form of Father Pangu. At that time, we might not be unable to fight a Sage!"

These words immediately invigorated the atmosphere in the hall.

Gonggong nodded and said, "Brother is right. Pangu, the Father God, created heaven and earth; he is a being to which even the Heavenly Dao must yield. If we can summon the Father God's true form, what is there to fear from mere sages?"

Houtu, however, wore a worried expression and said softly, "Brother, while the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is incredibly powerful, it also consumes a tremendous amount of energy. If we cannot finish this quickly, I'm afraid..."

Dijiang raised his hand to interrupt her: "Sister Houtu, there's no need to worry. With the combined cultivation of the twelve of us, supporting the formation is enough to handle a major battle. Moreover, the conflict between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan may not necessarily escalate to that point."

Houtu opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.

Zhu Jiuyin suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and low: "Brother, I have glimpsed the future using the Dao of Time, and I have vaguely seen some fragments. There will inevitably be an earth-shattering war between the Lich King and the Demon King. And the outcome of that war..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone could read an ominous meaning in his expression.

Dijiang remained silent for a moment, then resolutely said, "No matter the outcome, my Wu tribe will never bow down. The bloodline of Father Pangu cannot be disgraced in our hands."

The ancestral witches responded in unison, their fighting spirit soaring.

Only Houtu, with a deep worry flashing in her eyes, quietly looked in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.