Create a world of low martial arts from ancient times

The Netherworld Palace remained as quiet as ever, like a calm, still pool that made one afraid to look too closely.

The entire Netherworld Palace consists of a single, spacious and tall hall, where any major meetings in the Netherworld are held.

"Fellow Daoist Luo Zu, I was worried you were upset that you hadn't arrived yet." Hou Tu Niangniang's figure was faint and ethereal, and her voice was like a deep, cold spring. Even Luo Zu had to expend his Daoist magic to counteract the sorrowful mood in her voice.

"How could I keep Your Highness waiting? It's just that I was a bit slow. It was only because the Ancestral Witch Dijiang caused the space to become unsettled that I could only fly here. I couldn't cross the void, so I was a little late." Luo Zu was blatantly lying.

But this is nothing more than pretending to be angry.

"It seems you do have some grievances in your heart, fellow Daoist," Houtu Niangniang said, feigning a sigh.

When facing Luo Zu, He always presented Himself as Lady Pingxin, perhaps to become familiar with this human being.

But even if such a being were to vanish into nothingness, all beings would still worship and revere Him, describing His greatness and beauty with many wondrous metaphors.

Unfortunately, Luo Zu is a Great Luo, who does not see matter with his physical eyes, but rather with the principles of the Dao. No matter how bizarre and magnificent the appearance may be, it cannot compare to the beauty brought about by the countless combinations and arrangements of the Great Dao.

"Your Majesty is too kind. I have no complaints. Every word I have spoken is true." There is no need to elaborate on the oath that would be struck by lightning, after all, the words spoken by the Great Luo are a self-fulfilling prophecy.

"What I said earlier was not a lie. We truly wish to invite Goddess Nuwa out of the Nuwa Palace," Houtu then emphasized in her explanation.

Upon hearing this, Luo Zu breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried that he had been tricked by the Wu Clan. After all, the Wu Clan's previous scheme was meticulously planned and executed without any flaws. Luo Zu had even thought that the Heavenly Emperor was about to be suppressed by them.

Unexpectedly, the final purpose was revealed to be that the Wu tribe, having learned that Donghuang Taiyi was about to become a saint, used this to obstruct the Dao and prevent Donghuang Taiyi from achieving his goal.

It's likely that most of the Great Luo Immortals thought the same way back then, but now that the Goddess Houtu is talking about rescuing the Goddess Nuwa from the confinement of the Dao Ancestor, one wonders what kind of scheme she's plotting.

"I wonder when we will be able to relieve Nuwa's predicament?" Luo Zu then asked.

"This is not far off," replied the Goddess Houtu.

How far is "not far"?

"Tens of thousands of years?" Luo Zu pressed.

Houtu Niangniang smiled and replied, "It will be ready once the Dao Ancestor ascends to heaven."

"The Dao Ancestor ascended? The Dao Ancestor ascended?!" Luo Zu repeated this sentence, deliberately emphasizing his doubt.

"We do not know where our ancestor is going. The Three Pure Ones have not yet seen their true forms. Fellow Daoist, you are not referring to your ascension from the Great Thousand Universe to the Primordial Main Universe. So, transcending this chaotic and boundless realm and calling it ascension is not a big deal," Houtu explained with a smile.

"Then you can just say transcendence," Luo Zu said speechlessly.

"It's just a difference of one word or phrase, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Houtu Niangniang waved her hand, appearing carefree.

"If the Goddess Nuwa were to leave the Nuwa Palace, the demon race would be in grave danger," Luo Zu then said quietly.

"That's exactly right." The Goddess Houtu's smile widened.

Even a compassionate ancestral witch like Houtu Niangniang has a lot of dislike for the demon race, and even hates it. If given the opportunity to exterminate the demon race, she would probably do it immediately without the slightest hesitation. This is the value of the 30 billion years of accumulated resentment between the two races.

Thinking of this, Luo Zu could only sigh softly. The lich and demons were like fire and water, and had long since reached a point of no return. It was absolutely impossible to get them to stop and make peace.

Of course, Luo Zu had no intention of letting them stop fighting and make peace. He wouldn't let them continue fighting like this until their brains were completely blown out. Especially the demon race, who owed him a whole realm of mountains and seas.

"If Taiyi is allowed to become a saint first, then the Wu tribe will be in trouble," said Houtu Niangniang.

Upon hearing this, Luo Zu couldn't help but ask the question he had been most curious about: "Is the Eastern Emperor really going to become a sage?"

Houtu Niangniang replied, "No, it was just a false alarm for us."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zu breathed a sigh of relief.

"But the Eastern Emperor's talent is truly extraordinary. Perhaps he has already found a way out, and we just need to find another opportunity." Houtu Niangniang took a deep breath.

“…” Luo Zu was speechless.

Houtu Niangniang, however, emphasized: "The realm of sages is known only to Heaven. What is Heaven? It is you sages."

Luo Zu thought of the time when the saints attained enlightenment and preached their own doctrines, including the way of the saints. Unfortunately, Luo Zu's cultivation level was not high enough at the time, so he could not listen. Later, after he achieved Taiyi, he wanted to go to that time and space, but he only saw an empty space. There was no trace of the historical remnants of the saints preaching their doctrines.

However, these great figures all went to listen to the Dao back then, but none of them directly attained the status of Primordial Saint. Instead, they took a small step forward and reached the realm of Primordial Quasi-Saint.

“In the past, we thought that it was impossible to become a saint in the prehistoric world and that we had to leave the prehistoric world. However, we did not expect that the Eastern Emperor would take half a step first and become a quasi-saint of the Primordial Chaos. This made us think that the sainthood could also be achieved in the prehistoric world. Now it seems that…” Houtu Niangniang seemed to be talking to herself, as if she did not regard Luo Zu, an outsider, as a person. But she stopped talking at the end.

Luo Zu felt anxious and frustrated after hearing what He said. This is not how a riddle teller should act. He should only tell half the story. If He had told a few more words, would he have made everyone guess what would happen next?

But there was nothing he could do; the intellectual property was in their hands, and Luo Zu didn't have the ability to crack open Hou Tu Niangniang's head and extract the complete text.

Having finished speaking, Houtu Niangniang simply looked at Luozu quietly, as if she had never said those words.

Luo Zu is now a big shot, but he doesn't act mysterious like the older generation of big shots.

Qin Tianzhu was directly thrown into the vast universe for training and experiments, and the opportunities were ambiguous.

"Fellow Daoist Luo Zu, I have said what I needed to say. If you still have any questions, please feel free to ask. I will answer what I should and I will not listen to what I should not. How about that?" Hou Tu Niangniang continued.

"Your Majesty has gone to great lengths; I have no further doubts." Luo Zu understood the implication: this meant that they did not wish to keep Luo Zu any longer and were about to see him off.

"Hmm." Houtu Niangniang's voice faded away, and she disappeared without a trace. Her previous cheerful demeanor was now replaced by the cold and desolate atmosphere of the Netherworld Palace.

Luo Zu slowly walked out of the Netherworld Palace, and then vanished without a trace.

This is not a matter of being unable to escape into the void; it's merely an excuse used by Luo Zu to appease Hou Tu Niangniang.

Then Luo Zu returned to his cave in Kunlun Mountain, but his true form had already arrived in the multiverse of the primordial spirit.

After listening to so much from Houtu Niangniang, Luo Zu felt that the prehistoric world was becoming increasingly unsafe. After all, the pillar supporting the sky was about to leave, and how many demons and monsters would appear then?

How many more times will the primordial world be destroyed?

Luo Zu had no idea; even the still intricate future timeline seemed to him like a false prosperity. (End of Chapter)