Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

Deep within the cave, Nuwa sat cross-legged on a cloud bed formed from the power of creation, with the Qiankun Cauldron floating in front of her, its surface adorned with slowly flowing creation runes.

She is trying to comprehend the great Dao of creation.

This is her most fundamental foundation for cultivation, which runs parallel to the immortal system transmitted by Hongjun, yet does not entirely depend on the Primordial Purple Qi.

Fuxi stood at the entrance of the cave, watching his younger sister's figure immersed in cultivation, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

He didn't want to put his sister in a difficult position.

If you directly tell her, "Your master may be using you."

Given her younger sister's personality, she might not believe it, and instead she would be caught in a struggle between the bond between teacher and student and the bond between brother and sister.

But there were some things he had to remind them of.

"Sister." Fuxi's voice was gentle and calm, revealing nothing unusual.

Nuwa slowly opened her eyes, and the power of creation flowed around her for a moment before slowly receding.

She looked up at Fuxi and asked softly, "Brother, have you finished your divination?"

Fuxi sat cross-legged opposite her, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

"The deduction is complete. Some things I see very clearly, and some things I see but cannot understand."

I can only tell you so much, but you must listen carefully to these few points.

First, the object I'm deducing isn't Hongjun himself, but rather the things he did.

When extrapolating events that have already become facts, the causal backlash is relatively controllable.

Even when reconstructing events that have already occurred, I can see a clear direction.

Hongjun's preaching and bestowal of the Primordial Purple Qi were not entirely for the benefit of the prehistoric world; he had other motives.

I cannot deduce what they are after; the cause and effect at that level are obscured, and my current level of cultivation is not enough to penetrate it.

However, the existing results of the deductions are sufficient to draw a conclusion.

Hongjun's plan was far more far-reaching than any of us had anticipated.

Second, I conducted a comprehensive analysis of the Shinto system.

From the founding of the Wu Clan to the present, the three responses of the Great Dao to the divine system have all been genuine accumulations of merit, without any underhanded tactics or backdoors.

The Wu tribe established a divine path, repaired the western earth veins, filled the gaps in the heavenly way, won over the three tribes of dragon, phoenix, and qilin, and absorbed the Three Pure Ones to take charge of education.

Every step is perfecting the primordial order, and every step can withstand the test of the laws of the Great Dao.

The difference between the Way of Gods and the Way of Immortals is not a dispute over positions, but a dispute over paths.

The path of the gods is a bottom-up path, involving all races, while the path of the immortals is a top-down path, controlled by one person.

Which of these two paths is more beneficial to all living beings in the primordial world? I think you should have your own judgment.

Third, and most importantly.

Don't rely too much on the primordial purple aura between your eyebrows when you're trying to comprehend the Dao.

Your own Great Dao of Creation is sufficient to support you in reaching the realm of enlightenment; the Primordial Purple Qi is merely an aid, not the foundation.

Rely more on your own inherent destiny and less on the Primordial Purple Qi; this will be entirely beneficial to your cultivation.

Nuwa listened in silence for a long time.

She didn't question or refute; she just sat there quietly.

She knew her brother's personality best.

Since he told her not to rely too much on the Primordial Purple Qi, he must have deduced something that worried him.

He deduced that Hongjun had ulterior motives, but he didn't say what they were. Either he really couldn't deduce them, or he was afraid that if he told her, she would find it hard to accept.

In either case, the elder brother's concerns were genuine.

"Brother," Nuwa finally spoke, her voice soft yet firm, "I have noted down your deductions."

Do not rely too much on the Primordial Purple Qi; rely more on your own Great Dao of Creation.

I will do as you say.

As for what the teacher is planning, since the elder brother cannot deduce it, let's put it aside for now.

If the opportunity arises in the future, the truth will come to light.

"The most important thing right now is cultivation. With the blessing of the divine network, my brother's divination skills will likely advance even further."

Fuxi nodded and said nothing more.

He has said what he needed to say; the rest is up to his sister to decide.

He stood up and patted Nuwa on the shoulder: "You can focus on your cultivation. I'll be guarding Phoenix Perch Mountain."

At the same time, Pan Xuan's purple-gold escape light streaked across the primordial sky, flying towards his next destination.

Wuzhuang Temple, Longevity Hill.

He had long heard of Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, these two powerful rogue cultivators.

Zhen Yuanzi is known as the ancestor of earth immortals. He is in charge of the Book of Earth and his understanding of the primordial earth veins is no less than that of Houtu.

Hongyun has a forthright personality and is very popular among the independent cultivators.

The two did not rely on any power and lived a carefree life.

Pan Xuan speculated that Zhen Yuanzi's attitude towards the divine system should be quite positive.

The Earth Book and the Mountain God and Land System of the Divine Way have a natural fit, with Zhen Yuanzi as the ancestor of the Earth Immortals.

If Shinto were to be incorporated, it would greatly contribute to the Shinto system's coverage on the earthly level.

As for Hongyun, he is a carefree person who doesn't care much about things outside of cultivation, but if Zhen Yuanzi is willing to join, Hongyun will most likely follow.

The outline of Longevity Hill gradually becomes clear against the horizon.

Wuzhuang Temple is located on the mountainside of Longevity Hill, backed by green mountains and facing a sea of ​​clouds.

In front of the temple stands a ginseng fruit tree that blocks out the sky, its canopy like a giant green umbrella, enveloping the entire Taoist temple.

Pan Xuan slowed down his escape when he was still thousands of miles away from Wanshou Mountain, and calmly released his aura.

Under the ginseng fruit tree in Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun were sitting under the shade of a tree, enjoying tea.

The Earth Book on Zhen Yuanzi's lap emitted a thick yet gentle earthy yellow light.

Hongyun leaned against a thick tree root, the teacup in her hand steaming.

The two had just returned from Zixiao Palace.

The discussion is about the merits and demerits of the method of severing the seven emotions and six desires transmitted by Hongjun and the cultivation system transmitted by the Three Pure Ones.

Suddenly, I sensed the warm and calm aura from outside the mountains.

Zhen Yuanzi paused slightly in his teacup, while Hongyun sat up straight, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes.

"Pan Xuan." Hong Yun spoke first, her tone tinged with surprise.

"The Lord of the Divine Path has personally come to our door!"

Brother Zhenyuan, Pan Xuan's visit is most likely to invite us to join the Divine Path.

Although we are both used to quiet cultivation, the duties of mountain gods and land deities in the divine system are indeed quite compatible with the Earth Book in your hand.

I think this is something we can consider.

Zhen Yuanzi put down his teacup, pondered for a moment, and then slowly nodded:

"Pan Xuan is an open and honest person. After the Three Pure Ones entered the divine path, the divine path system already had a way of teaching and guiding, which is indeed different from the past."

He visited in person; this sincerity could not be ignored. (Gentle breeze, bright moon)

He summoned two young Taoist disciples and instructed them, "Go and fetch some of the finest ginseng fruits, and brew a pot of the best spiritual tea."

"We have distinguished guests arriving today; we must not neglect them." The two young Taoist boys obeyed and left.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun straightened their robes and walked out of Wuzhuang Temple side by side, heading towards the gate to greet the visitors.

As soon as the two reached the mountain gate, they saw a streak of purple-gold light descend from the sky and land outside the gate.

Pan Xuan was still wearing that purple-gold robe, his aura was as gentle as jade, and there was a faint smile between his brows, which made people feel good at first sight.

"Fellow Daoist Panxuan!" Hongyun greeted him first, bowing with a hearty smile.

"What wind has blown the Lord of the Divine Path to Longevity Mountain? Please come in, please come in!"

Brother Zhenyuan just had Qingfeng and Mingyue fetch some top-quality ginseng fruits; your arrival is perfectly timed!

Zhen Yuanzi also bowed respectfully, his tone not as warm as Hongyun's, but still very polite: "Fellow Daoist Panxuan, your presence is an honor to Wanshou Mountain. Please come in."

Pan Xuan returned the greeting with a cupped hand and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Hongyun is as straightforward as ever, Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan is too kind. I apologize for the intrusion of your visit."

The three chatted and laughed as they passed through the mountain gate and headed towards Wuzhuang Temple.

Pan Xuan, led by Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, walked into the temple.

The layout of Wuzhuang Temple is completely different from that of Fengqi Mountain. Fengqi Mountain exudes natural beauty, while Wuzhuang Temple has a well-ordered, celestial atmosphere.

Pan Xuan followed the two to the ginseng fruit tree, where stone tables and benches had already been set up in the shade.

On the table was a plate of freshly picked fruit and three cups of steaming hot spiritual tea.

The ginseng fruits were all the size of infants less than three days old, milky white in color, with a faint glow flowing on their skin, and emitting a sweet and enticing aroma.

"Fellow Daoist, please have a seat."

Zhen Yuanzi extended his hand in a gesture of invitation.

The three people took their seats as host and guest.

Hongyun personally pushed a ginseng fruit in front of Pan Xuan and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist, you have come at the right time. This ginseng fruit tree blossoms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to mature."

This year the fruit is perfectly ripe; fellow Daoist, you must have a good taste!

Pan Xuan picked up a ginseng fruit and took a small bite.

The fruit melts in your mouth, and a refreshing, sweet aroma travels down your throat and into your lower abdomen, gentle and mild.

Compared to the soul-stirring aroma of Enlightenment Tea, ginseng fruit is more about nourishing the physical body; both have their own merits.

He put down the fruit pit and sincerely praised, "I have long heard that the ginseng fruit of Longevity Mountain is a rare treasure from the primordial wilderness. After tasting it today, I can confirm that its reputation is well-deserved."

"Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan, Fellow Daoist Hongyun, Pan Xuan has come to visit today not only to taste this ginseng fruit, but also to discuss another matter."