Primordial Era: The Great Celestial Venerable on the Road to Mythology

Chapter 74 Nuwa's Thoughts, The Birth of the Yang God

Nuwa returned to the Heavenly Court with a furious expression and went straight to the Lingxiao Palace.

This time, she was truly angry.

She was publicly humiliated by Laozi, losing face in front of all living beings in the primordial world. How could she swallow this insult?

Fuxi was her elder brother, who was reincarnated as the Human Emperor, which should have been a good thing. However, Laozi imprisoned Fuxi in the Fire Cloud Cave in front of her, forbidding him from leaving.

How is this any different from her own family imprisoning her? It would be a lie to say she wasn't angry.

The reason she didn't react on the spot was simply because she weighed the pros and cons.

Laozi, the Supreme Lord Lao, is the head of the Three Pure Ones and the senior disciple of the Taoist sect, possessing unfathomable strength. Although she has concealed some of her power, she might not be able to defeat Laozi in a real fight.

After all, the three treasures of creation—the Pangu Banner, the Taiji Diagram, and the Chaos Bell—are all supremely powerful. The Chaos Bell is currently in the Heavenly Court, while Laozi possesses the Taiji Diagram, combining offense and defense. Who can possibly defeat him?

Besides, even if she could defeat Laozi, would Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu just sit idly by?

Although the Three Pure Ones had disagreements, they had not truly fallen apart. When she made a move, she was fighting three against one, and even with her extraordinary abilities, she could not gain the upper hand.

So she endured it.

But this incident also made her truly take the matter of "alliance" seriously.

What good is becoming a saint? The two Western saints are as close as brothers, and the Three Pure Ones are even more closely connected, while she alone is all alone.

As for Lady Pingxin, although she is a saint, she is completely different from the six saints. In the Netherworld, she is the Heavenly Dao, and even saints must bow their heads when they enter.

Once outside the Netherworld, who would dare to provoke him easily? Although Pingxin was transformed from Houtu's primordial spirit, he was least affected by the turbid evil energy and was not as irritable and easily angered as other ancestral witches. However, he was still an ancestral witch after all, and his temper was very fierce.

If you really anger her, she might summon the Six Paths of Reincarnation to smash people. The Six Paths of Reincarnation is an important part of the primordial world. Once it is destroyed, heavenly punishment will surely descend. Can even a saint withstand the karmic consequences?

Therefore, she must deepen her cooperation with her junior brother Haotian.

Lady Pingxin has joined the Heavenly Court, and Haotian's strength is no less than that of a sage, and perhaps even more unfathomable.

If she, Haotian, and Pingxin advance and retreat together, they will form the strongest alliance in the primordial world. At that time, what will the three of them settle?

What are the two Western Saints anyway?

Nuwa had made up her mind and was about to speak when a sudden change occurred!

In the secret chamber that Haotian had shielded layer upon layer with his magic, the seated figure suddenly shone brightly.

The light was intense, yet not blinding, as if it pierced through all barriers in the world. Although its aura was blocked and could not leak out, there was a strange rhythm, like a heartbeat, like the tolling of a bell, that emanated from the shield.

As soon as the rhythm was released, before it even got close to Nuwa, Nuwa felt a great sense of alarm!

escape!

Staying here will mean death!

True annihilation means the complete destruction of both body and spirit, leaving no trace of the true soul!

This was a feeling she had never experienced since becoming a saint. Even when facing the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, she had never felt such fear.

The power contained in that rhythm seemed to transcend the laws of heaven and the primordial chaos, a level she had never touched before.

Nuwa's expression changed drastically, and she vanished from the Lingxiao Palace in a flash.

Fortunately, the shockwave did not escape the main hall. It struck the hall walls, colliding with and neutralizing the various Daoist energies contained within the hall.

Although the Lingxiao Palace is usually unassuming, only exuding Daoist energy, it was once refined by the Primordial Ancestor Haotian, making it fundamentally connected to the ancestor and one with Haotian. Therefore, it is reasonable that it can block Haotian's fluctuations.

Nuwa stood outside the palace, still shaken and lingering with fear.

However, before she could even breathe a sigh of relief—

A great sun rose again from the depths of the Lingxiao Palace!

The sun shone with boundless brilliance, illuminating the entire heavens. Wherever its light reached, the thirty-three heavens and the primordial starry sky were enveloped within. This light was not ordinary light, nor was it the light of magic; it was a true light that transcended dimensions.

In the Heavenly Court, all cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level, seemed to have been pierced by that light.

They looked down at their hands and their bodies, and felt an indescribable sense of unreality, as if they were no longer real, as if they were nothing more than the moon in the water or a flower in a mirror, slowly being erased by the real light.

"What...what is this?"

"I feel like I'm about to disappear!"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, save me!"

The gods and immortals were terrified and at a loss for what to do.

Just then, the power of the Heavenly Court's authority over them suddenly activated on its own, transforming into an invisible protective shield that firmly protected each of them. Although the feeling of "illusion" was not completely eliminated, it no longer worsened.

But Nuwa was not so lucky.

She had no authority in the Heavenly Court, no protection from ancestral energy. When the sun's rays shone on her, her entire being slowly faded away, starting from the edges, becoming transparent and blurry, as if she were about to disappear into the world.

She desperately tried to connect with the Heavenly Dao, attempting to protect herself with its power. The connection was undeniable; she clearly sensed the bond between the Primordial Purple Qi and the Heavenly Dao, yet she couldn't mobilize it no matter what she did.

Not only the power of Heaven, but everything about himself seemed illusory and fake. Apart from his thoughts, he could not control anything else.

escape?

There's no way to escape.

Everything here is subject to the light of the great sun, and all things are illusions. How can they resist the real erasure?

A deep despair welled up in Nuwa's heart. She had lived for countless years, attained sainthood, and stood high above others, never imagining that one day she would be so close to death—true death.

His intuition told him that being erased meant true death, the kind that even the Heavenly Dao couldn't revive.

Fortunately, it only lasted for a moment.

The great sun suddenly receded and disappeared without a trace.

Peace returned to the depths of the Lingxiao Palace.

Nuwa solidified again, panting heavily, her eyes filled with terror. Her clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and beads of sweat dripped down her face.

"This—this is what my junior brother was talking about—another path?"

That's the path I want to take too!

Nuwa murmured to herself, her voice trembling.

All the high-ranking officials of the Heavenly Court rushed to the outside of the Lingxiao Palace in that instant.

Yaochi, Yaoji, Taibai Jinxing, Lu Ya, Zhao Gongming, Di Yi, and the Three Immortals—the crowd looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and awe.

Yaochi forced herself to remain calm, looked into the depths of the Lingxiao Palace, and said softly, "His Majesty has made a breakthrough; there is no need to panic."

Everyone nodded, but they were still shaken.

In that brief moment, they truly felt the breath of death. It was a more terrifying oppression than facing a saint, for even saints still had traces to be found and reason to be given.

That force was utterly incomprehensible and impossible to resist; it seemed to come from another level.

"Your Majesty—what exactly are you cultivating?" Lu Ya asked in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly.

Venus shook his head and remained silent.

Emperor Yi suddenly spoke, his tone tinged with emotion: "The power that transcends all—Your Majesty has reached this point."

Everyone looked at him, not understanding what he was saying.

Di Yi did not explain, but simply stared silently at the Lingxiao Palace, his gaze deep.

In a strange dimension, Haotian slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes no longer held the movement of stars or the changing of the sun and moon; instead, they were deep as an abyss and clear as a mirror, as if all things were in his eyes, yet also as if nothing existed at all.

The Yang spirit has been formed.

The Yang God, forged by the Ancestral Fire, can interfere with any dimension. He himself has transcended dimensions, and can perceive everything about worlds below his own in an instant. The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, the rules and laws, hold no secrets for him.

He can freely alter the rules of the world, recreate earth, fire, water, and wind, and changing yin and yang and the five elements is nothing more than a trivial matter. He is in a state of absolute invincibility; without power of equal level, it is impossible to erase his existence.

Just now, he had just completed the Yang God cultivation, and a surge of impulse welled up in his heart—he wanted to understand everything about the primordial world and see this world clearly.

However, he sensed something was wrong as soon as he started.

The people in the Heavenly Court were simply unable to withstand the light of the Yang God.

That light is the light of truth, an existence that transcends dimensions. Beings below this dimension, illuminated by that light, will transform from "real" to "illusion."

Although Nuwa is a saint, she still exists in the primordial dimension. She doesn't have the authority of the Heavenly Court to protect her, and it wouldn't be good if she were to suffer any damage over time.

Haotian quickly shifted the dimension where Yangshen was located, elevating it to a higher level, far beyond the reach of the Heavenly Court's people.