Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

Nuwa watched the two leave, remained silent for a moment, and then disappeared back into the void. Zhulong bowed and also left the place.

Laozi had an air of otherworldly wisdom, with white hair and beard, yet he was still vigorous and energetic. Haotian wore a golden imperial robe and had a majestic face. The two of them moved among the humans, constantly eliciting gasps of surprise.

Several years is enough time for Lao Tzu to see through the human race.

"Junior brother, this human race is extraordinary!" Laozi said solemnly. Born with an innate Dao body, they have boundless potential. Although they are weaker than the three races of the Creation Era and the two races of Wu and Yao, they should not be underestimated.

Haotian chuckled. At this moment, apart from him, no one would have thought that the human race would become the protagonist of the world in the future!

After all, in the primordial world, strength ultimately prevails. How could a weak human race defeat other races?

"Has Senior Brother found the path to sainthood?"

Lao Tzu shook his head. The Primordial Purple Qi is easy to integrate, but where can one find the merit?

"Without merit, attaining enlightenment is difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"

Haotian smiled slightly, turned his head, and asked, "Senior Brother, what are the disciples of the Xuanmen sect supposed to do?"

"Spread the Daoist teachings and carry forward the Daoist tradition," Lao Tzu replied without hesitation.

As he spoke, his voice paused, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Our master imparts the Dao to all living beings; this is the merit of his teachings, hence he is called the Dao Ancestor. As the senior brother of our Xuanmen sect, you should inherit our master's Daoist lineage and glorify the Immortal Dao!"

Haotian's voice was like a resounding bell, making Laozi's eyes grow brighter and brighter. He was excited. Yes, the merits of Master's sermons had been used to refine so many innate spiritual treasures, and if he did so, merits would naturally descend upon him.

"Thank you for enlightening me, junior brother," Laozi said, cupping his hands in greeting.

Haotian readily accepted, pointing to the human race and asking, "What do you think of the human race, Senior Brother?"

Laozi's expression changed. Looking at Haotian's serious expression, he opened his mouth, but remained silent for a long time.

Haotian said to himself, "Since the beginning of the primordial world, all beings with cultivation have been on the path of immortality, including the innate human race. Now, as the human race has multiplied generation after generation, life in the primordial world is really difficult for the acquired human race."

Laozi said in a hoarse voice, "No wonder that with you here and the dragons protecting us, the human race has never had any cultivation techniques."

He closed his eyes, his mind filled with different thoughts: should he preach and spread his great way through the human race?

Once this happens, it will be a blessing bestowed upon the human race. When the human race prospers, his lineage will flourish; when the human race perishes, his lineage will fall into decline.

Moreover, he wasn't just representing himself; he also represented his two younger brothers!

"Then what about Junior Brother?" Laozi asked in a deep voice.

Haotian smiled slightly: "Humans are my offspring!"

Laozi breathed a sigh of relief. This junior brother was of a certain character; he would never act recklessly, and he had helped them many times.

"Junior brother, I believe you." Upon hearing Laozi's words, Haotian's face lit up with joy.

Now that all the races in the prehistoric world cultivate the path of immortality, if Laozi wants to spread his teachings, he can only wait until the era of the witches and demons ends and the prehistoric world is at peace.

Humans have great potential but lack cultivation techniques, making them the most suitable race.

"I must also inform Junior Sister Nuwa." Laozi looked into the void, his lips barely moving. Soon, the woman in red appeared. "Senior Brother, have you truly made your decision?"

Laozi is the head of the Three Pure Ones. If he makes a decision, Yuanshi Tongtian will certainly not object. At that time, there will be three sages, plus her, and the fate of the human race will be...

Nuwa's mind went blank for a moment, and she dared not think any further!

Humans, demons!

"I have decided to spread the Dao to the human race!" Laozi's voice was resolute, causing Nuwa's expression to change drastically. She knew that she could not stop her senior brother.

"In the name of the Holy Father of Humanity, I agree!" Haotian stood aside, and the fortune of the human race began to fluctuate. Nuwa gritted her teeth and refused to speak.

A cold glint flashed in Haotian's eyes. "Do you really think I have no other choice?"

Lao Tzu coughed lightly: "You are the Holy Mother of the Human Race. I, a humble Taoist, preach the Tao of the Human Race, and naturally owe you a debt of karma."

Nuwa's pupils contracted sharply. Laozi's voice was calm, but she knew this was his final ultimatum. He was willing to give her, the Holy Mother of Humanity, face, so she should wisely agree.

Otherwise, if they force a decision, with Haotian by their side, the two of them working together would be enough to split the human race apart.

Even if the Three Pure Ones and Haotian were to launch a civil war, it would be enough to make half of the human race the legitimate rulers. At that time, she would probably have less than 10% of the fortune she held in the human race!

"Very well, in the name of the Holy Mother of Humanity, I agree to this matter." Nuwa's voice echoed in the void, coming from beyond the heavens, devoid of any emotion.

Laozi smiled and looked at Haotian: "I also owe you a debt of karma."

"Alright." Haotian didn't stand on ceremony and extended an invitation to the human race. Laozi walked into the heart of the human race, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and remained silent, only the Dao aura around him appeared. The green ox was idly grazing beside him.

Seeing Laozi like this, Nuwa's voice held a hint of resentment: "Junior brother, why did you do this?"

Haotian gave her a strange look: "Humans are my offspring, so naturally I must plan for their future. I advise you, Senior Sister, not to overthink it!"

As he spoke, his figure disappeared, and he stood on a high peak watching the movements of the human race.

Nuwa looked somber; she had a premonition of what was about to happen, but she was powerless to stop it.

Haotian stood atop the mountain, watching a thousand years pass by. Although Laozi had fallen into a deep sleep, his primordial spirit was still observing the human race, and the Dao essence around him was constantly changing.

He had a unique temperament and his attire was out of place among humans. Many humans would offer him spiritual fruits because they saw him as an old man. However, after a thousand years, those people gradually lost patience.

Only one middle-aged human remained who frequently came here, sitting for an entire day with spiritual fruits. He could sense the warmth emanating from this Taoist.

Lao Tzu slowly opened his eyes, met the pure gaze of the person in front of him, and smiled.

His lips moved slightly, and words of Daoist wisdom emanated from his mouth, instantly resounding throughout the entire East Sea coast. They seemed to carry a strange power, and throughout the primordial world, all human beings could hear his words.

In the valley, all sorts of strange phenomena appeared, and spiritual energy surged. Except for the absence of the saint's aura, it was no different from a saint.

All the humans who heard the Daoist voice continuously absorbed the spiritual energy in the void. The Daoist voice transformed into cultivation techniques, refining the spiritual energy for them and circulating it along their meridians. As a result, the aura of the human race continued to rise.

Haotian sighed, "The Golden Core Path!"

Senior Brother Taiqing secluded himself for a thousand years, researching cultivation techniques specifically for the human race. From the mortal realm to the immortal realm, one refines spiritual energy, achieves a golden core, and ascends to heaven.

Refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, refining emptiness into the Dao—this is the orthodox lineage of celestial immortals!

It is highly adaptable, and even after becoming an immortal, one can switch to other cultivation methods, making it the most suitable cultivation method for humans.

The Daoist chant gradually subsided, and a mysterious yellow hue began to appear in the void. As the merit was about to descend, Laozi looked at the person before him and asked, "Are you willing to become my disciple?"

"Disciple greets Master."

Lao Tzu laughed loudly, stood up, pulled him up, and touched his forehead, sending countless messages into him: "I bestow upon you the name Xuandu!"

After saying this, he looked up at the sky, his aura suddenly rising and piercing through the clouds: "Heaven's will is above..."