Primordial Era: Reborn Kong Xuan, Steady Cultivation

In a short while, they arrived at a secluded valley.

This place is filled with spiritual energy and hidden Daoist charm. If Kong Xuan were here, he would definitely recognize that this is the place where the Primordial Qi Vine grows.

Clearly, the Three Pure Ones came to this place because they sensed their own destiny.

As soon as the three of them stopped, before they could even take a closer look, they saw two more beams of clear light streak across the sky and gracefully descend, revealing the figures of Nuwa and Fuxi.

Both were summoned by some unseen force.

Upon seeing that the Three Pure Ones had already arrived, Nuwa and Fuxi, though their expressions remained unchanged, were secretly moved. They wondered what kind of treasure could have bothered the Three Pure Ones and drawn them here.

At this moment, Taiqing Laozi, with clear eyes, was the first to nod slightly: "Greetings, fellow Daoists Nuwa and Fuxi."

Nuwa and Fuxi returned the greeting calmly, and then their gazes involuntarily turned to the depths of the valley.

A primordial array enveloped the area, its spiritual light emanating from within, displaying a myriad of phenomena.

A lush and vigorous gourd vine, towering over several thousand feet tall, stands majestically. Its tendrils coil like dragons and snakes, with natural patterns flowing between its branches and leaves, continuously absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.

What's even more eye-catching is that several gourds are growing on the vine, each a different color: purple-gold, dark yellow, and deep blue... Each one has a precious inner light and extraordinary energy, and they all have the appearance of top-grade innate spiritual objects.

Nuwa understood immediately upon seeing it.

The spiritual treasure formed by this vine is likely destined to be connected with everyone present.

She clearly sensed that only one gourd resonated with her Daoist aura, while there were still several gourds on the vine. This meant that what was coming was likely more than just the few people in front of her.

Sure enough, before she could think it through, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky.

The Great Sun True Fire surged and flowed, its dazzling golden light piercing through the sky as Emperor Jun and Taiyi, clad in robes adorned with golden crow patterns, arrived riding on the essence of the sun's fire, their majesty awe-inspiring.

Upon seeing that the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Fuxi were all present, a knowing glint flashed in Di Jun's eyes. He then revealed a gentle smile, cupped his hands, and said, "Greetings, fellow Daoists."

The expression of Donghuang Taiyi beside him was even more stern.

He didn't say much, only nodded slightly, his gaze like lightning, falling directly into the depths of the innate grand formation, as if trying to penetrate the barrier and find out what kind of spiritual object was inside that could have drawn him here.

Upon the arrival of the brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the others did not fail to show their respect. They nodded slightly in acknowledgment and then remained silent, standing quietly in the valley, their auras calm and composed, like a deep pool and a towering mountain.

Not long after, another beam of clear light slowly approached from the horizon.

Its speed seemed slow, far slower than the others present, but its direction was clear, and it fell straight into the valley.

The light faded, revealing a handsome young man dressed as a child.

Upon seeing the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and other powerful figures, he showed no surprise. He calmly stepped forward and bowed respectfully, saying, "Haotian greets all senior brothers and sisters."

When everyone saw that the newcomer was the boy who often served by the side of the Dao Ancestor of Zixiao Palace, they did not look down on him because of his young appearance or the fact that his cultivation had just entered the Great Luo realm.

Even the aloof Donghuang Taiyi nodded in return, saying, "Greetings, Junior Brother Haotian."

Although Haotian's cultivation level was slightly inferior, he was a close attendant of the sage and had served by the Dao Ancestor's side for countless eons. No one dared to underestimate him.

Once it seemed that all those destined for this opportunity had arrived, Haotian stepped forward and said in a clear and melodious voice, "By order of the Master, I have come here to retrieve an item. After this is done, I must return to Zixiao Palace to report back."

Upon hearing that it was the order of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, everyone's expressions turned solemn.

Taiqing Laozi's eyes flickered slightly, and with a gentle wave of his whisk, without any apparent action, the innate grand formation that enveloped the valley and isolated the inside from the outside quietly dissipated like clouds and smoke meeting the wind, completely revealing the gourd vine within it that shimmered with divine light.

Laozi then turned to Haotian and said calmly, "The matter of the Dao Ancestor is of utmost importance. Junior Brother, please go first."

The words, though simple, fully conveyed the order of precedence and the reasons for hierarchy.

Although the opportunity was significant, the decree of the sage could not be disobeyed. Upon hearing this, all the great beings present remained silent, and not one of them voiced any objection.

Upon hearing Lao Tzu's words, Haotian Tongzi did not refuse. He bowed to everyone again and calmly stepped into the formation.

With a flick of his sleeve, the gourd, shrouded in purple mist and faintly tinged with green, detached from the vine and landed steadily in his palm.

The precious light flashed briefly, then quickly disappeared.

"Having completed the task assigned by the master, Haotian must immediately return to Zixiao Palace to report back and dare not disturb the senior brothers and sisters any longer in retrieving the treasure."

After speaking, his figure transformed into a clear stream of light, disappearing in an instant along the path of heaven.

After Haotian left, the invisible, slightly condensed atmosphere in the valley seemed to ease.

The presence of the sage boy inevitably caused everyone to feel a certain unconscious restraint.

Now, only five precious gourds remain on the vine, their light shimmering.

The Three Pure Ones sensed the situation most clearly and acted almost simultaneously.

Taiqing Laozi took away the Purple Gold Gourd, Yuqing Yuanshi got the Purple Black Gourd, and Shangqing Tongtian took away the Purple Yellow Gourd.

With the three treasures in hand, a Daoist aura naturally formed, subtly harmonizing with the auras of the three individuals.

Taiqing Laozi, holding a whisk, nodded to Nuwa, Fuxi, and Dijun Taiyi, who had not yet left, and said, "The opportunity has been obtained, so my fellow disciples and I will take our leave first."

Three thousand years later, atop the Golden Terrace in Yaochi, I will once again discuss the Dao with my fellow Daoists.

As soon as the words were spoken, three hazy beams of immortal light shot into the sky, heading straight towards Kunlun, leaving only faint traces of Daoist charm in an instant.

At this point, only two gourds remained on the vine, one purple-white and the other purple-green.

Di Jun's gaze swept over the purple-green gourd, lingering briefly before turning to Nuwa, who stood quietly to the side. A deep sense of consideration and apprehension flashed across his eyes.

His expression remained unchanged; he merely turned his head slightly to gesture to Taiyi.

Taiyi understood and stepped forward to take down the purple-white gourd with its cold, aura and faint white light.

Although this treasure is different from the true fire energy of the sun surrounding him, it is harmonious with it. The moment he touched it, it seemed to produce a clear sound.

Di Jun then cupped his hands to Nuwa, his smile gentle but unable to reach his eyes: "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, my brother and I also take our leave. We will meet again at Yaochi in three thousand years."

After speaking, he and Taiyi transformed into two magnificent and blazing golden rainbows of the sun, tearing through the sky and heading straight for the sun star in the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, only Nuwa and Fuxi remained in the valley, along with the last purplish-blue gourd on the vine.

Nuwa looked serene, showing no regret at not having gained the upper hand.

She only clearly sensed that this object resonated with her own destiny. With a gentle wave of her hand, the purple-green gourd obediently fell into her palm, its precious light shimmering with vibrant life.

Just as she was about to leave, Nuwa paused slightly.

A mysterious pulling force did not disappear when the gourd was put into hand; instead, it subtly pointed towards the now empty gourd vine itself.

She repeatedly scanned the area with her divine sense, but found no other spiritual treasures.