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

Chapter 198 So many things, past and present, are all just tales told with a laugh.

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Donghua's casual actions shocked Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi, and also made them realize the gap between them.

They were all of the same generation, but Donghua had now completely surpassed them, a gap that they felt was unattainable.

Donghua seemed to have seen through this as well, and smiled, saying, "The paths of you two fellow Daoists are certainly extraordinary, but there is no need to envy me. After all, our paths are different, and the methods we use are naturally different. These are just minor tricks."

These words, once spoken, caused Zhen Yuanzi to angrily turn and leave, while Hong Yun chuckled twice before also departing from the main hall.

Donghua didn't say anything. If he didn't put some pressure on these two salted fish, they wouldn't know what hard work meant.

These two truly lived up to their name as "salted fish," spending their days immersing themselves in nature, traveling around, playing chess, and playing the zither and flute—their lives were truly carefree and unrestrained.

However, his cultivation level is really not increasing. Zhen Yuanzi is still at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint and has not yet broken through to the late-stage of Quasi-Saint. There is a reason for this.

However, this guy has already severed two corpses, so breaking through to the late stage of Quasi-Saint is only a matter of time.

Although this speed is not slow at all, in this era of great competition, it is indeed far behind. If you fall behind at one step, you will fall behind at every step.

If one cannot attain enlightenment during this great eon, it will undoubtedly be even more difficult to do so in the future.

After all, there's only so much territory in total. With another Hunyuan, the benefits need to be redistributed, and these redistributed benefits will have to be taken from the hands of the Great Sages. Why would anyone be willing to do that?

This isn't because the great sages are selfish; it's just human nature. Even Donghua would have done the same. This isn't something that can be changed by high cultivation level, nor is it something that requires a certain level of Dao cultivation to have such awareness.

Because this is a contest of fundamental principles, there is no reason for humility; only someone with a screw loose would be willing to yield.

Of course, there are always exceptions, and nothing is so absolute.

……

An ancient war came to an end, and both the witch and demon races began to lick their wounds in seclusion, and the primordial world became peaceful for a time.

Donghua left the Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain and stepped into the Western Continent, beginning his journey.

Along the way, the West was no longer desolate as before. Everything was reviving, flowers were blooming, and one could see strange beasts and auspicious creatures, as well as some tribes and clans.

Donghua carefully sensed the blissful atmosphere permeating the West. Everywhere there were traces of the Dao of the Blissful World of Jieyin and Zhunti, and even the spiritual energy had a unique feel to it.

"These two have great ambitions and great determination, especially Jieyin, who actually wants to dream of going to the West."

By discerning the spiritual energy of the entire West, Donghua discovered Jieyin's ambition. This guy not only wanted to dream of the Three Thousand Great Dreams, but also wanted to incorporate the Western Primordial World into his cultivation world.

At that time, one can control the entire Western continent with a single thought, and the lives of all living beings in the West will be at the mercy of that thought.

"These guys are really something!"

Donghua chuckled twice, but he didn't care. After all, the Western Continent belonged to them, and that was recognized by the Heavenly Dao.

To put it bluntly, these two are the opposite-sex kings personally appointed by Heaven, which is why the Three Pure Ones do not welcome them to the East, and why they have always made the distinction between East and West so clear.

"Welcome, Brother Donghua, to my Western Paradise!"

Just as Donghua was pondering these things, a voice suddenly came from beside him.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a small blade of grass transmitting the sound, which greatly surprised Donghua.

"Guidance?"

Because he never sensed the presence of any living beings around him, let alone any guidance, how did this guy appear?

"Senior Brother Donghua, don't be surprised. This is just a small trick. I was able to come to your side by attaching myself to this little grass in my dream. And it's just a little grass with no attack power."

Donghua carefully examined the little grass. It was indeed an ordinary little grass. The only difference was that this little grass was in Jieyin's dream.

I just don't know if he's a blade of grass in the primordial wilderness, or a blade of grass guiding my dreams.

"A dream spanning three thousand realms, truly extraordinary! Your method of guiding my junior brother is excellent!"

Jieyin quickly said, "This is just a small trick, nothing compared to Senior Brother's grand and imposing manner. After seeing it, I was shocked and terrified. Senior Brother is truly extraordinary."

Donghua didn't care after hearing this and slowly said, "A method is a method. There's no such thing as a big or small one. As long as it works, that's fine. Besides, Junior Brother is about to break through to the peak of Quasi-Saint, right?"

The guiding voice came from the grass, the emotion in it unclear: "It's still early, still early. Senior Brother should be breaking through to the Hunyuan realm soon, right?"

Donghua laughed and said, "It's still early, it's still early!"

They both laughed heartily!

After Donghua finished laughing, he said in a low voice, "Junior Brother Jieyin, when I am in the West in the future, don't use such methods in front of me."

"Either you do it discreetly and I don't find out it's you, or I'll beat you up every time I do."

"My senior brother has given the order; I shall obey your command!"

After a long while, the guiding voice ceased. Donghua grabbed the small blade of grass in front of him and examined it with his divine eye. Indeed, there was no trace of the guiding voice.

"This kind of tactic is truly impossible to guard against. We should avoid coming to this wretched place in the West as much as possible in the future; it's really bad luck."

Donghua stopped worrying about these things and began to slowly walk westward toward the place where he had once set up the formation.

Carefully sensing everything that had happened here, clearing away evil energy, eliminating ferocious beasts, and establishing formations.

Thinking of every little thing about the West, he couldn't help but think of one person: Houtu.

He didn't know what kind of mentality Houtu had, and she was shrouded in mystery.

"Houtu, perhaps from the moment you refined the path of reincarnation into your true form, it was destined that you would become the embodiment of reincarnation."

Previously, Donghua couldn't understand why the cycle of reincarnation had to be established using Houtu's true form, and why it had to be transformed during the Lich War.

However, when Houtu fought Taiyi last time, he saw very clearly that Houtu had combined the Great Dao of Reincarnation with the Dao of Earth, and the true body of the Ancestral Witch had merged with the two Daos.

Perhaps from that moment on, Houtu was no longer the ancestral witch of the earth, or rather, she lost the purity of the ancestral witch.

After letting out a long sigh, Donghua focused his mind on the eight main veins of the West, feeling the rhythm emanating from the western land.

Unlike the East, the land of the West has a sense of old age and desolation, yet at the same time, it also has a sense of new hope.

The Three Thousand Great Daos unfolded, merging with the rhythm of the entire West. At this moment, Donghua looked out over the Western continent.

He saw all of the avatars of the guide, and the stone beside him was the avatar in the guide's dream.

Donghua ignored it, still immersed in his reflections, recalling and contemplating his experiences in the West.

Until three hundred years later.

The spiritual energy of the entire West surged, and Donghua's aura began to rise dramatically, with an ancient and majestic aura suppressing the West.

Golden eyes pierced through numerous obstacles, reaching the Western Sacred Mountain, their gazes slashing towards the golden body of the guide like sword energy.

Jieyin, who was on Mount Ling, was immediately alarmed and hurriedly activated the Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit to try to block the sword energy.

But it was no use. The two beams of sword energy were like swords of the primordial spirit, striking the guiding primordial spirit directly.

A sharp pain shot through him, causing Jieyin excruciating agony.

Donghua grabbed the stone in front of him and threw it, overcoming numerous obstacles and reaching the Western Paradise of Mount Ling.

"I've told you before, don't use such methods in front of me. If you do, I'll beat you every time I see you. This is just a small lesson, remember that?"

Jieyin was furious, but dared not speak out.

Because this time he was truly innocent. His incarnations were all over the West, but before he descended, each incarnation was a separate entity.

So the stone from earlier, although it was his incarnation to guide him, is not actually here.

"Understood, thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Donghua!"

Donghua didn't linger any longer; he didn't want to stay in this western land for even a quarter of an hour.

With one step, he left the western lands and headed straight for Mount Tai, intending to make another trip to the Netherworld.

A massive aura transformed into a blue dragon, coiling in the west before finally disappearing into Donghua's body.

On Mount Ling, Jieyin looked at the stone in his hand and sighed, "Junior brother, Donghua is becoming more and more powerful. We need to be extremely careful in our cooperation with him. If we are not careful, he will devour us completely, and we will suffer a great loss."

Zhunti nodded and said, "Senior brother, our paths are different from Donghua's, and the results we pursue are also different, so it's not a big deal. In fact, the stronger he is, the greater the benefits we will gain, after all, we are still allies!"

After Zhunti finished speaking, he looked eastward and said, "Senior brother, the matter of the Witch Clan is almost resolved. We just need to add one more spark, and they'll start fighting each other!"

"This time, I will ensure they never rise again and are forever condemned to ruin."

Jieyin clasped his hands together and sighed, "Excellent, excellent. Junior Brother, you must be extremely careful in what you are doing."

Zhunti nodded, his face grave, and said, "Don't worry, senior brother. I have my own plans for this matter. We must avenge the Wu Clan's attack on Mount Ling."

"And I will not intervene; instead, I will amplify their obsessions and desires, causing them to kill each other!"

……

At the summit of Mount Tai, stands the Jade Emperor Peak!

Donghua stood here again, recalling the scene of the witch clan attacking the mountain god's lineage in the past.

"Time is truly a wonderful thing; so many things, past and present, are now just a matter of laughter and conversation. Does anyone still remember you, the Great God of the Three Mountains, Bingling Gong?"

Donghua's mind wandered on Mount Tai, as if he had experienced a cycle of reincarnation. At this moment, his state of mind changed.

"I, Donghua, only live this one life. Reincarnation is as fleeting as clouds. Even in death, I will be as upright and honorable as Lord Bingling!"

The three thousand Great Daos transformed into three thousand sword energies, which condensed on Mount Tai, enduring and never dissipating.

The sword's intent lies in grief and in memories!

Then Houtu also arrived at the Jade Emperor Peak at some unknown time, standing beside Donghua, dressed in white, gazing at the entire Mount Tai.

With a wave of his hand, a grand hall appeared, inside which were the statues of Bingling Gong and the Five Sacred Mountains Emperors.

"How could the great god Bingling Gong be forgotten? Although he died and his teachings have faded, his incense still burns, and people still worship him and the Five Sacred Mountains Emperors to this day."

Donghua smiled, dispersing the sword energy that filled the mountain, and said softly:

"You actually allow such sacrifices to exist. You should know that they are quasi-saints and powerful beings. Even if Bingling Gong has passed away, if the sacrifices continue, they will eventually return."

Houtu rolled her eyes at Donghua and said, "We are only competing with them in this life for the Dao, not as true mortal enemies. How can we really go to extremes? To do that would be to cut ourselves off from the primordial world!"

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(End of this chapter)