The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 40 Conspiracy, Peacock, Business

Surprised?

Surprised?

This is such a wonderful surprise!

This is such a huge surprise!

As Fuxi listened to Dijiang's seemingly furtive yet blatant "disclosure" of the inside story of Hongjun's past, the unspeakable secrets of the Great Tribulation of Dao and Demon, and the dust buried in the years... he slapped his thigh and expressed his condolences for the former Demon Ancestor Rahu.

"If what you've said is true," Fuxi sighed, "then no wonder Hongjun was able to become the Dao Ancestor, establish the Zixiao Palace, transmit his voice throughout heaven and earth, and summon all the gods... He truly is a ruthless god!"

"What I say is absolutely true," Dijiang assured, patting his chest. "Don't be fooled by the fact that this period of time cannot be traced back to the past... it was actually just covered up by someone!"

"This history was cut out into a normal chronological order... and then rearranged and edited with great supernatural power to achieve a perfect and seamless connection, making it seem as if there is no way to verify the truth."

"But those events from back then... which of the most powerful and divine beings doesn't know them? Who doesn't understand them?"

"After Hongjun defeated Rahu and gained control of the world, he did not stop there. Instead, he pressed his advantage and summoned Rahu back to life, who had just made a threat and was about to die."

"Then, secretly seal it away in some unknown place, under strict control—just waiting for the day in the future to release it and bite people!"

Dijiang Zuwu sneered, "At that time, the Demon Ancestor Rahu will unleash a demonic calamity in the primordial universe, recklessly wreaking havoc and causing unrest in all directions... It's possible that Hongjun is secretly supporting and strengthening Rahu behind the scenes, making his strength expand to an unimaginable level. Saints and quasi-saints might not even be his match."

"The Xuanmen and Buddhist sects were crippled, and the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling were massacred. After all the major powers suffered heavy losses, Hongjun then leisurely raised the slogan and organized the so-called anti-demon campaign."

"Always fighting against demons, yet the demonic sects always manage to rise from the ashes, never truly eradicated... Is this due to moral decay or a distortion of divinity?!"

Dijiang Zuwu spoke eloquently, blending summaries of past information with possible predictions of the future, creating a highly persuasive and engaging style.

Fuxi frowned – he truly felt the threat emanating from Hongjun and could not help but begin to be wary of Hongjun's existence.

This is also for the good of the demon race!

After all, if the demon race achieves final victory in the great calamity of the witches and wipes out the witch race... losing this main contradiction, then the relationship between the demons and Hongjun would have to be reconsidered!

"As the saying goes, 'Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king; on the shores of the earth, all people are the king's subjects.'" Dijiang noticed the fleeting worry and doubt on Xihuang's face and smiled slightly. "When the demon race's Heavenly Court achieves victory, and you rule the world, can you tolerate a reclusive master like Hongjun, who stands aloof and constantly interferes?"

"If one day he's in the mood and summons you all, he'll say something like, 'The world is embroiled in a great calamity, and some of your disciples are destined to face it, either being listed on some kind of Investiture of the Gods, their cultivation paths collapsing, or they're destined to vanish into ashes, their bodies and souls extinguished…'"

"What are you going to do?" Dijiang asked with a hint of mischief. "The demon race, weakened and exhausted from defeating us, now faces the Heavenly Dao—the group of sages—who remained uninvolved in the Great Calamity of the Lich King, allowing them to recuperate and flourish, ultimately forming their own 'sage' group."

The Ancestral Witch said meaningfully, "Sometimes, what we see as each other's enemies are not necessarily absolute enemies... they may also be potential partners."

"At least in some aspects and in some areas, that's the case!"

"We should reach some consensus—it would be good for everyone."

The Great Sage Fuxi remained silent, his eyes flashing with wisdom.

The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment.

Suddenly, Xi Huang let out a long breath and chuckled, "Ah... I'm really sorry."

"Look at me... I've been talking to you all outside the main entrance for so long, it's really not proper etiquette to entertain guests!"

"This makes me feel so ashamed."

The Great Sage Fuxi smiled gently. "Whatever the matter, whatever you wish to cooperate on, let's enter the hall first and discuss it then!"

With a gesture, the gate in front of him opened, revealing a vast interior space... Above the main hall, countless real stars were suspended and shimmered, making one feel as if they had arrived in a sea of ​​stars.

"Please come in quickly, let us speak freely and exchange ideas, discuss the Dao and the Laws." Xi Huang smiled and said in a loud voice, as if he were speaking to all the Great Luo Supremes in the vast primordial world who were watching this place. "Let's not talk about the life-and-death struggle of the Lich War, let alone the treacherous hearts of the gods and who is plotting something... The future is unpredictable, and anything can happen."

"We pursue practicality and avoid empty talk about the future."

"Now that the two sides, the Lich and the Demon, have only had a slight disagreement and it hasn't escalated to the level of war, we should have some more meaningful exchanges," Xi Huang said with a smile. "For example, exchanging cultivation experiences with each other."

"And another thing..." he sighed, "No matter what, the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan are both part of the prehistoric world... Therefore, everyone can express their opinions on how to better build the prehistoric world... This is correct and reasonable."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Dijiang echoed, "This is my fault... We shouldn't have held onto this unfounded calamity so tightly."

"Focusing on the present, we should consider the present... We are all lovers of peace, beings living in the primordial world, inheriting the spirit of Pangu. Our greatest duty is to build up this primordial world!"

"Providing each other with technological support for building new worlds and bringing a better life to all beings is our duty!"

A demon emperor and an ancestral witch burst into laughter together.

There seemed to be something unspoken in that smile.

Then, together they stepped into the magnificent hall, each with their own troops.

Xi Huang, followed by Nuwa.

Dijiang, leading Houtu... and several other great shamans, were positioned further back as his followers.

As soon as the two parties entered the hall, the door slammed shut with a "bang," isolating the inner space from the outside world, making everything that happened inside unknown to outsiders.

This was a closed-door meeting jointly held by the decision-making bodies of both the Lich and the Lich factions!

The implications of this place are enough for anyone who tries to see it to ponder for a long time, sensing the harbingers of an impending storm.

"Peaceful coexistence? Building a beautiful prehistoric world?"

Countless powerful figures who were paying attention to this place spat out in unison, expressing their indignation and dissatisfaction.

"Pah!"

"Who the hell would believe that?!"

"If you really want to maintain world peace, why don't you broadcast the whole thing openly and honestly?"

"Sneaking around with a backroom deal...who are they trying to fool!"

Too many saints despise it, yet they are powerless to change it.

When the witch clan and the demon clan reach a consensus on certain aspects, it will become a terrifying force!

Faced with this force, how many people can stop it?

Perhaps, Pangu was one.

Hongjun, who is in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, can also be considered one.

……

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, an ancient and venerable Taoist priest sat quietly on a futon.

His gaze was profound, reflecting endless time and space, and all the heavens and the universe.

This is an extremely terrifying supreme giant, whose name is—Hongjun!

Legend has it that he was the supreme powerhouse who ended the previous era, the ultimate victor who promoted the righteous way of heaven and earth and suppressed the demon ancestor Rahu, and was loved and praised by all living beings as the Dao Ancestor because he saved the primordial world from destruction.

The Dao Ancestor possessed unfathomable strength, far surpassing many contemporary innate deities—otherwise, he would not have been able to summon all the gods to gather in the Purple Cloud Palace.

He lamented that the average cultivation level of the strong in the world was too low, so he wanted to start teaching the methods of the sages to cultivate outstanding potential seeds and let them act on behalf of Heaven.

However, just today... his good intentions seem to have been misinterpreted, and he has been labeled a schemer.

The Witch Clan and the Demon Clan, two vast and terrifying factions, have their wise and cunning decision-makers gathered together, seemingly plotting to overthrow him.

Hongjun watched the rise and fall of heaven and earth, observing the myriad aspects of the mortal world, and suddenly let out a soft sigh.

After the sigh, a hint of murderous intent rose within him.

Even the best person, when slandered like this... besides being heartbroken, wouldn't also feel burning anger?

"Dijiang... Fuxi..."

Muttering those two names, I stroked the dragon-headed cane beside me, which seemed to hold a special story from the past.

"Oh……"

After a faint, indifferent laugh, the palace dimmed, time turned gray, and all paths withered.

"Your smugness won't last long..."

……

"Fellow Daoist? Fellow Daoist!"

A soft whisper brought Feng Xi back to her senses, who was lost in thought and excited by the revelations of the Ancestral Witch Dijiang.

He blinked, only to find that all the big shots had gone into the palace, leaving him, the poor fellow, outside.

They stared longingly at the hall, lamenting their own lack of strength, unable to participate in such an important meeting and satisfy their gossipy heart—no, their passionate heart concerned about the development of their race and the peace of the primordial world!

He turned back in frustration to see the person calling out to him—a boy who looked very young.

Of course, in the primordial world, all kinds of immortal monsters roam everywhere, and many seemingly young creatures are actually old monsters pretending to be young.

However, the boy in front of me had eyes full of vigor and curiosity... This fresh feeling about the world was something that an old man who had experienced too many ups and downs could not have.

"A little guy." Feng Xi finished his assessment in his mind, and then he was dismayed to discover that this "little guy" was far more powerful than him.

At first glance, it's impossible to tell the depth... In short, it's better than him!

"Greetings, fellow Daoist." Feng Xi greeted him politely. "You called me... is there something you need?"

"Of course, I'll take you to the designated place to park your vehicle," the boy said somewhat shyly. "Arranging these things is my job."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Feng Xi suddenly realized, "I understand... Thank you for your help."

"It's no trouble at all, just a small matter." The boy shook his head. "Please come with me."

Feng Xi straightened up, took out the token he was carrying, and waved it to his side... The dragon chariots of the two ancestral witches and the mounts of several great witches followed him without hesitation.

—Feng Xi not only manages the carriages of Dijiang Zuwu, but he can also manage other things!

If you were to give him a title, he would be roughly equivalent to the chief steward of the Imperial Horse Stables.

The mount followed Feng Xi, and Feng Xi followed the young man... Midway, he took the initiative to talk to the young man and get some information out of him.

"You asked my name? How should I address you?" The boy pointed to himself. "My name is Kong Xuan."

"Uh...good name!Good name!"

If it weren't for the self-control that had been cultivated over the long years, Feng Xi might have spat out a mouthful of saliva right now.

The name Kong Xuan... is more than just good!

That was a formidable and ruthless figure, someone who dared to challenge the Sage Zhunti, a renowned master of supernatural powers during the Investiture of the Gods!

As the poem testifies—

He has witnessed the creation of heaven and earth, and the sun, moon and stars; his spiritual morality is deeply rooted, and he shares a connection with the West.

This person is the ideal disciple for countless time travelers, the only one who can bring glory to their lineage.

However, to be honest, it would be extremely difficult to take him on as an apprentice.

I have witnessed the creation of heaven and earth... To have such a foot, one must either be an ancient demon god from the chaotic era or a powerful being who has achieved the Great Luo realm and attained eternal enlightenment. Tracing back in time, one can witness the scene of Pangu creating the world.

In either case, to take it as an apprentice... unless you're an extremely powerful being, you simply can't afford it.

After all, according to some rumors, Kong Xuan also has the identity of the Phoenix Son and is the heir to the Phoenix Clan's cause!

Born with a silver spoon in their mouth, they save themselves countless years of hard work.

Feng Xi subtly and indirectly tried to get information out of this little peacock, who wasn't very cunning and gradually revealed her secrets...

He is indeed a son of the phoenix, and it is perfectly reasonable for him to live in Phoenix Perch Mountain... Also, because Fuxi and Nuwa have taken charge of this place, he can often listen to the teachings under the seats of these two great beings.

The reason he took on his current job was to improve his communication skills with outsiders; it was mostly a hobby.

As she listened, Feng Xi's tears flowed freely in her heart, and she almost burst into tears.

How can the differences between people be so great?

Of course, on the surface, he remained as calm and composed as ever, seemingly having a very pleasant conversation with the little peacock.

The little peacock was happy and became less reserved in conversation, telling Feng Xi a lot about the special features of Phoenix Perch Mountain—such as where there was a special wholesale market for feather robes, and through which channel one could obtain a certificate to enter the Undying Fire Vein for refining superior fire veins.

What other places offer special services... such as selling processed semi-finished refining materials?

Etc., etc.

Feng Xi memorized them one by one.

Because what he really wanted to do next was to buy and sell!

"By importing a batch of high-quality, inexpensive specialty products from Phoenix, and then selling them at high prices back in the Witch Clan or elsewhere... either way, we can make a fortune!"

Feng Xi's mind was racing with calculations. "Even later, when my cultivation level is higher... I can specialize in this kind of distribution business!"

"The four essentials of spiritual practice are wealth, companionship, Dharma, and environment; wealth comes first!"

(End of this chapter)