Primordial Era: I really don't want to be the Heavenly Emperor!

Chapter 117 Conversation with Fuxi, Hatred between Liches and Demons

Tianshan!

Located in the northernmost part of the western Kunlun Mountains, the Tianshan Mountains are connected by thousands of peaks. The weather is cold, and the pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth turns into endless white snow the moment it falls, covering the mountains and creating a silver-clad landscape!

Amidst the snow-covered mountains, two figures strolled hand in hand.

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Donghua and Xiwangmu Taizhen!

Since the last Daoist debate, Donghua has been staying in Xikunlun, firstly to consolidate his cultivation, secondly to heal the Queen Mother of the West's injuries, and thirdly to accompany the Queen Mother of the West on a tour of Xikunlun.

At this moment, west Wangmu Taizhen was wearing a white phoenix-patterned robe, her cloak fluttering in the wind. Her eyes were slightly closed as she felt the movement of the wind from heaven and earth, appearing both like a mortal and a goddess from the heavens.

"Brother, I've had a wonderful time these past few days. It's an experience I've never had since I was born in human form." A clear and melodious voice rang out in the mountains!

Donghua was dressed in all black. Ever since his naturally white hair turned black, he had taken to wearing black.

It can't be said that he was wearing black clothes; the clothes were still the same, just different colors. You should know that the robe he was wearing was an acquired spiritual treasure.

"We cultivators yearn for the Great Dao, but on this long journey, there are things we cannot easily relinquish. Our teacher's method of severing the three corpses originates from this," Donghua said softly.

He then knelt down on one knee, picked up the pure white snow from the ground, and kneaded the snow, which was formed from spiritual energy, in his hand like dough, instantly turning it into an ice crystal hairpin.

The Queen Mother of the West lowered her arms, looked at the person she was toying with, and said with a chuckle, "How come you're just like those born after death, playing these games too, Senior Brother?"

"However, Master's method of severing the three corpses is truly miraculous, a supreme and wonderful technique. If one can truly sever the three corpses, one can be on the same path as others. It's just a pity that my cultivation level is only enough to sever one corpse, and I still have no clue about the remaining two."

Donghua stood up, ignoring west Wangmu's words, and instead placed the ice crystal hairpin in west Wangmu's hair, softly saying:

"Junior sister is truly beautiful!"

After praising him, he continued, "Teacher's method of severing the three corpses divides all obstacles on the path into three types: good, evil, and attachment. It is relatively easy to sever the good and evil corpses, but the last corpse of attachment is basically difficult to sever. I don't know if it is good or bad."

Donghua was well aware of the advantages and disadvantages of severing the three corpses, and Hongjun had also mentioned it when he preached. But no matter what, for now, it is the best way to improve one's cultivation level.

The Queen Mother of the West raised her hand and touched the jade hairpin in her hair, smiling sweetly.

That smile was like the heavens and earth blooming!

"Did you say this to Houtu as well?"

Donghua was caught off guard by the question and stared in disbelief at the Queen Mother of the West. He couldn't believe that the goddess of the primordial era was now asking such questions like an ordinary person from later times, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

"Brother, are you leaving?" She didn't press further; it was pointless anyway, and asking again would only make things worse!

Donghua nodded slightly and said, "I have a hundred-year agreement with Fuxi, and I also want to visit the territory under the jurisdiction of the Witch Court. Moreover, my Eight Trigrams Dao should be widely spread throughout the world!"

The Queen Mother of the West thought for a moment and said, "I also want to go. Why don't we travel together? Besides, I can also take this opportunity to travel and explore the primordial world!"

"Okay!" Donghua readily agreed!

……

In the primordial era, time did not keep track of years; in the blink of an eye, a thousand years had passed!

Over the course of a thousand years, Donghua first accompanied the Queen Mother of the West on her travels through the primordial world. When they met someone with a predestined connection, he would impart the Way of the Eight Trigrams to them. Sometimes, he would stop at any random mountain peak to preach the Great Way.

They met up with Fuxi at the appointed time!

The three of them traveled together across the primordial continent, their footprints covering many tribes of the Witch Court.

In some small tribes, the highest level of cultivation is only Golden Immortal, while in some large tribes, there are Great Shamans with the cultivation of Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Just like the Kuafu tribe they are currently in, whose leader is named Kuafu, a great shaman at the peak of the Great Luo realm.

I just don't know if this Kuafu is the one that people in later generations know.

When Fuxi, Donghua, and Xiwangmu were traveling among the Wu tribe, they would sometimes conceal themselves and silently observe the tribe's life.

Sometimes they transform into members of the witch clan and participate in their lives. They also hunt monsters, and sometimes they get injured, eventually receiving treatment from the witch clan's unique witch doctors.

Sometimes, when participating in the unique rituals of the Wu tribe, the highest-level deities worshipped by the Wu tribe are not the Heavenly Dao, but Pangu and the Earth.

After observing this practice of worshipping Pangu, Donghua and others discovered that it was a spontaneous act, without any guidance. They believed from their blood that Pangu was the heaven and that the earth had given birth to them.

In fact, the Wu tribe does not worship the Heavenly Dao, but only Pangu, which Donghua sees as having no problem.

The Dao in the primordial world was originally created by Pangu. It can be said that without Pangu, there would be no Dao.

However, the practice of worshipping Pangu is becoming increasingly rare in the prehistoric world. Pangu's existence and influence are gradually disappearing from the prehistoric world, and some people who came into being do not even know the name of Pangu.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, what are your thoughts on this journey?"

Fuxi recalled what he had seen and heard along the way, pondered for a while, and said, "The Wuting civilization does have its advanced aspects, but its thinking is too narrow. In the end, it is just the civilization of the Wu people. It lacks the all-encompassing spirit and will hardly amount to anything."

Then, looking at the Wu tribe members returning from the hunt in the distance, he said, "The Wu tribe members, who are born through natural processes, need a lot of essence and blood to replenish their qi and blood during their growth process, so they hunt demons and other ancient races on a large scale to obtain essence and blood."

"It can be said that the conflict between the myriad races and the witch race is growing increasingly intense, with the greatest conflict being between the witch race and the demon race; any encounter between the two is a fight to the death!"

At this point, Fuxi sighed helplessly, "If this continues for a long time, will there still be demons on this primordial continent?"

Donghua smiled and said nonchalantly, "Survival of the fittest. No matter how many years pass, the Wu Clan will never be able to kill all the Demon Clan, but the hatred between them is indeed increasing day by day."

Donghua understood this very well. It was like the wolves and sheep on the grasslands in later generations. The sheep had no power to resist the wolves, but no matter how long it went on, the sheep would never become extinct!

Although it's a bit inappropriate to describe the lower-level witch and demon races on the prehistoric continent as wolves and sheep, that's the gist of it.

However, as time went on, the hatred between the liches and demons grew stronger day by day. This was no longer just a struggle for enlightenment at the top level, but extended to all aspects of the two races.

In comparison, the hatred among lower-level liches is even greater than that among the upper-level ones.

Because the lower-level liches possess all emotions, unlike the innate saints, they have their own relatives and friends. As humans, they are born with seven emotions and six desires.

During the constant hunting between the two races, many friends and relatives died at each other's hands. The issue between the two races was no longer simply a matter of right and wrong, but rather a matter of hatred and survival.

Hatred permeated both groups and gradually spread, a hatred that no one could resolve or stop—neither Di Jun nor Di Jiang could.

Unless you can erase all the liches' memories and destroy their instincts, even if Hongjun came, it wouldn't work.

Because this has become a source of hatred between the two ethnic groups.

I believe this hatred will eventually erupt one day.

That day will surely be earth-shattering!

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(End of this chapter)