Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

"Indeed." Nuwa sighed softly. "I came here for my brother Fuxi. I tried to dissuade him before the battle, but he insisted on going, and I couldn't stop him. Who knew he would end up dying and disappearing?"

"Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Chen Qing came to my rescue, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to save even that wisp of true spirit." As she spoke, she looked at Chen Qing with gratitude.

Chen Qing waved his hand and released Fuxi's true spirit. The spirit was in a daze, having long lost consciousness, and floated aimlessly in mid-air.

Nuwa was overcome with grief upon seeing her brother in such a state, and a single tear silently slid down her cheek.

She murmured, "The fate of the Lich and Demon races is ordained by Heaven; even I, as a saint, cannot interfere. If you had listened to my advice back then, things wouldn't have come to this..."

After a moment, she suppressed her grief and bowed gracefully to Chen Qing: "Thank you for your rescue, fellow Daoist. Nuwa is extremely grateful."

Chen Qing quickly stepped aside and returned the greeting, saying, "Uncle-Master, you are too kind. I am unworthy of such a title."

Nuwa nodded, keeping this kindness in her heart. The karma she owed Chen Qing was growing ever stronger; how would she repay it in the future? For a moment, she felt a pang of worry.

Just as she was about to take away Fuxi's true spirit and bid farewell to everyone, Laozi, who was at the head of the table, suddenly spoke up: "Junior Sister Nuwa, wait a moment. You are taking Fuxi's true spirit back, presumably to allow him to be reborn. Could you wait a little longer? Fuxi carries great karma and great fortune, and it is not advisable to act hastily at the moment."

Among the sages, Laozi of Taiqing had the deepest Taoist cultivation. As the head of the Three Pure Ones and the founder of the Human Religion, he calculated that Fuxi had made great contributions to the human race, hence this statement.

Nuwa, being the Holy Mother of Humanity, could deduce some clues. However, since it concerned her brother, she was unsettled, and her karmic entanglement with Fuxi was too deep, so she didn't examine it carefully. Upon hearing Laozi's words, she immediately raised her head in confusion.

Chen Qing knew that after Fuxi was reincarnated as a human, he would become one of the Three Sovereigns, the Heavenly Emperor, and would bring great merit to the human race. That was why he risked exposure to save Fuxi's true spirit.

Sure enough, Lao Tzu continued, "The Wu and Yao tribes have retreated into seclusion, and the human race should rise. It is fitting that the Three Sovereigns should rule the world. I have calculated that Fuxi is destined to be the Heavenly Sovereign among the Three Sovereigns. When his merits are complete, he can attain the position of Heavenly Sovereign, the most supreme and noble."

Lao Tzu's actions also had another purpose. When he established the religion of humanity and based it on the human race, he did not consult with Nuwa. This time, he was repaying this karmic debt.

Nuwa's face lit up with joy upon hearing this. She had originally planned to take Fuxi's true spirit back and use the power of a sage to gather rare and precious materials, which might allow her to recreate his physical body and revive him.

Now that there's a better option, with humanity becoming the dominant force in the world, if Fuxi can become the Heavenly Emperor and be protected by the destiny of humanity, he will no longer be in danger. She can finally rest easy.

Afterwards, the group discussed some details before Nuwa took her leave.

Chen Qing lived in Kunlun Mountain for a hundred years, then in Shouyang Mountain for another hundred years, before finally setting off to return to Penglai Island.

Standing above Penglai Island, he glanced at Yingzhou and Fangzhang Islands, and made his decision. He soared into the sky, hovering above the three islands.

A dense mass of world power surged forth from between his hands, enveloping the three islands below.

Wherever it passed, the three immortal islands slowly drew closer. There was no earth-shattering roar, no earth-shattering explosion, only the three islands silently merging into one under the support of the world's power.

Fearing that the spiritual roots and immortal herbs on the island might be damaged, Chen Qing used his magic to protect them layer by layer.

Soon, with a muffled tremor, the three islands completely merged, transforming into a single, astonishingly large immortal island. The island teemed with countless immortal roots and spiritual herbs, and even the innate spiritual energy seemed to have become more concentrated.

It should be understood that the primordial world has now experienced several great calamities—first, during the conflict between the Dao and the Demon, Rahu detonated the western spiritual veins, and then during the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, Mount Buzhou was broken, causing the sky to tilt to the northwest and the earth to sink to the southeast. The primordial world no longer has any innate spiritual energy to replenish it, and the original spiritual energy is slowly dissipating.

Nowadays, it seems that only the caves protected by powerful beings with formations or secret techniques can barely retain innate spiritual energy.

This is also the fundamental reason why there are fewer and fewer people with profound cultivation in later generations, and why the level of cultivation is getting lower and lower. Although innate spiritual energy and acquired spiritual energy are both called spiritual energy, they are completely different things—like ordinary iron and refined steel, they are not comparable at all.

This is also why Chen Qing merged the three islands into one; unification would allow for better operation.

After the islands merged, Chen Qing nodded in satisfaction. To his surprise, the outer innate array not only remained intact but seemed to have been strengthened and become even more stable. He had been worried that the array would be destroyed and was preparing to rearrange it, but now it seemed there was no need for that.

Chen Qing casually instructed a few boys to manage various affairs on the island before heading towards the center of the island.

It was time to properly tidy up the dojo. He took out the fragments he had collected from Buzhou Mountain—originally he had only taken the largest piece of the mountain peak, but after thinking about it, he decided to bring back some of the remaining fragments as well, which would come in handy now.

Chen Qing took out the Qiankun Cauldron and threw a pile of fragments inside. The Creation True Fire within the cauldron blazed fiercely, and the fragments of Buzhou Mountain gradually melted, turning into a mass of dark brown liquid.

As he continuously cast spells, the liquid churned and changed, slowly condensing into the shape of a palace complex.

The palace was ancient and solemn, exuding a Taoist aura; it was extraordinary to behold.

Chen Qing nodded in satisfaction, then separated a ray of undying spiritual light from his body and merged it into the cauldron. He then began to burn the Great Dao, imprinting the laws onto the palace, allowing the undying spiritual light to completely fuse with the palace.

Finally, with the incantation finished, a palace slowly flew out of the Qiankun Cauldron, its surface surrounded by innate Daoist charm.

Chen Qing reached out and grabbed it, sensing its aura, and nodded in satisfaction. Although it didn't reach the level of a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, it was still considered top-grade among low-grade ones. Both its defensive and offensive capabilities were quite remarkable.

He looked around, then raised his hand and tossed the palace into the sky. The palace grew taller in the wind, transforming into a vast complex of buildings that sat firmly in the very center of the island.

Looking at the innate spiritual treasure surrounded by rosy clouds before him, Chen Qing was very satisfied.

After admiring the view for a moment, he stepped into the main hall and began his seclusion—not to cultivate, but to carefully organize the various gains from the Lich War.

Chen Qing collected a lot of corpses from both races during the Lich War, and piling them up there was quite a mess.

With a wave of his hand, two enormous mountains of corpses appeared in the microscopic world, and the pungent smell of blood immediately filled the air.

Fortunately, he had sealed the blood in the corpses beforehand; otherwise, with so many corpses piled up, the microscopic world would probably have turned into a sea of ​​blood.

He casually grabbed two corpses of the Wu tribe, threw them into the Qiankun Cauldron, and began to refine them, returning them to their original state.

Just then, Chen Qing suddenly remembered something and hurriedly waved his hand to release Xuanming as well, almost forgetting that there was still such an Ancestral Witch lying in the microscopic world.

Xuanming had reverted to her Daoist form. Although her injuries were still severe, she was still relatively conscious. She glanced at Chen Qing, recognized him, and weakly said, "Thank you... I wonder how the war between the Lich and Demons is going?"

Chen Qing sighed and said, "The war between the Lich King and the Demon King is over. As for the rest, ask Pingxin in the Underworld after you recover from your injuries."

He didn't go into details, as it would have been too cruel for Xuanming.

After hearing this, Xuanming had a vague guess in his mind, but he did not ask any further questions.

Chen Qing brought her some spiritual fruits and handed them to her, then stopped talking and focused on the changes in the Qiankun Cauldron.

As the process of returning to its origin unfolded, the corpse of the witch clan within the cauldron gradually dissolved, eventually leaving only a drop of blood and a wisp of turbid evil energy.

That drop of blood should be the blood of Pangu, not true essence blood. Although it contained a lot of energy, its Daoist essence was extremely thin.

That's actually normal. Most of the Wu tribe members were conceived by the Ancestral Witch. If each one required the expenditure of their essence and blood, the Ancestral Witch's strength would have been greatly reduced. Even if the Ancestral Witch were drained dry, they still wouldn't be able to conceive so many tribe members.

However, this drop of blood was still of great use to Chen Qing. He used his supernatural powers to deduce its mysteries, and combined this with the laws of the microscopic world to deduce a new race similar to the Witch Clan.

Of course, he already had the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique protecting him, so there was no need for this race to absorb the turbid evil energy anymore; he could directly cultivate and improve using spiritual energy.

As for the turbid and malevolent energy separated after returning to its origin, Chen Qing deduced a method of forging it into a spiritual treasure.

He chose to forge a chain. The turbid and malevolent energy was inherently corrosive to the primordial spirit, and cultivators bound by this chain had to constantly resist its erosion. Chen Qing's Dao inscriptions were also burned onto the chain, making its power extremely terrifying.

Of course, the turbid evil energy extracted from these two witch clan corpses is only enough to forge one section of chain. But there's no need to worry, Chen Qing has many more witch clan corpses in his possession, he can refine them slowly.

However, not everyone can wield these chains. Only cultivators like Chen Qing, who can control them with the power of the world, or those who have achieved a unity of spirit and body, can use them. Ordinary primordial spirit cultivators simply cannot control them, since turbid evil energy is the nemesis of the primordial spirit.