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

Chapter 27 Crown Prince Changqin

He replied to his senior: "This junior is Prince Changqin."

The answer seemed to have already been decided in Donghua's mind, but when he heard it, he was still a little shocked. The great witch of the witch clan in front of him was actually Prince Changqin.

Donghua patted the dragon beneath him and asked, "Are you named Qianyu?"

The dragon struggled unwillingly, but found it was all in vain. It couldn't use any of its magic power or laws, and finally nodded in humiliation.

The story of Prince Changqin and Qianyu is surprisingly real, though the background is quite different.

Donghua thought for a moment but didn't say anything. Whether the story existed or not was irrelevant to him.

He touched Prince Changqin's forehead with his finger and transmitted the famous piece "High Mountains and Flowing Water" from his previous life on Earth.

In his previous life, he was also a music lover, but he could only play the flute, not the zither.

"Do you know how to play this sheet music?"

Prince Changqin was engrossed in the music score and did not answer Donghua's question.

Before long, he began playing the zither.

The melodious music lingered, evoking the feeling of a high mountain peak, shrouded in mist and clouds.

Before long, the melody became light and cheerful again, flowing like clouds and water, gentle and leisurely.

Donghua took out a jade flute and put it in his mouth to play a soft tune.

For a moment, the sounds of the zither and flute flowed endlessly across the mountaintop.

Three colorful birds danced gracefully in the air once again.

After the piece ended, Prince Changqin couldn't help but sigh, "What a wonderful piece, truly wonderful, but it's a pity..."

The last sentence was not spoken, but Donghua understood what it meant.

"But unfortunately, I'm not very good at it."

At this moment, Crown Prince Changqin also realized what was happening and gave an awkward laugh: "Senior, that's not what I meant. I meant..."

Donghua: "It's alright. I know how well I played. I don't need you to cover for me."

In my past life, I could play the flute. In this life, thanks to the power of my primordial spirit, I have definitely made greater progress compared to my past life.

It's a pity that Prince Changqin, who plays the zither, has already approached the Dao, while I am far from reaching that level.

Looking at the gentle and refined Crown Prince Changqin before him, Donghua sighed, "You really don't seem like a great shaman of the Wu tribe."

Changqin gave a bitter smile: "This isn't the first time I've heard this. Even my father looks down on me, thinking I lack the blood courage of the witch clan."

"Judging from the celestial fire within you, you are the son of Zhurong?"

The Ancestral Witch Zhurong is the Demon God of Fire, born with the power to control the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire, also known as Heavenly Fire.

Changqin nodded.

Donghua: "I really didn't expect that Zhu Rong, that irritable old man, could actually give birth to a child like you. Truly, the world is full of wonders."

"You don't need to be discouraged or underestimate yourself. I just said that you don't seem like a great shaman, but there's more to it."

"But he is the most qualified great shaman in my heart."

Upon hearing Donghua's words, Changqin sat up in surprise. At that moment, he seemed to see the light and a kindred spirit.

Donghua continued, "A shaman is one who stands tall and upright, communicating with heaven and earth. It is not about having unparalleled combat power, but about having a broad mind and a magnanimous heart."

"Only those with a broad mind can see the world, all living beings, and themselves."

The group fell into deep thought, with Changqin murmuring, "See the world, see all living beings, see yourself."

At a certain moment, he finally realized that the Daoist aura was flowing around him and that heavenly fire was automatically churning within his body, forging the true form of a great witch.

However, he broke through to the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Changqin bowed deeply: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Donghua remained calm and composed during this bow; to be honest, he greatly admired Crown Prince Changqin.

It is truly rare for a great shaman of the witch clan to have such a broad mind and be able to become close friends with a dragon of the demon clan.

Stroking the jade flute in his hand, he asked, "Have you all heard of Wuyi Mountain?"

Crown Prince Changqin pondered for a while, then shook his head. Qianyu also shook his head.

Donghua nodded in disappointment and prepared to leave. His goal was the Fallen Treasure Coin of Wuyi Mountain, and he had no intention of guiding the younger generation.

Playing the flute and listening to music today is merely a hobby I indulged in on a whim.

At this moment, the three little phoenixes flying in the sky landed and transformed into three women.

One of the phoenix maidens said, "Isn't the Wuyi Mountain that you were looking for right here, senior?"

"here?"

Changqin quickly said, "Phoenix, you can't talk nonsense. This is Yaoshan, not Wuyishan."

The indignant Phoenix Girl said angrily, "You don't know that's because the name of this place has been changed. When the world was first created, this mountain was called Wuyi Mountain, the Daoist temple of the innate saint Wuyi Gong. Later, Wuyi Gong perished in the great calamity of ferocious beasts."

"Our Feng clan acquired this mountain and migrated here to plant phoenix trees, coffin trees, and yew trees, and named it Yao Mountain."

"That's right, that's right. Yaoshan is the name given by our Feng clan. This mountain was originally Wuyi Mountain."

The three women chattered away and quickly told the whole story.

Prince Changqin did not refute this. When it comes to the history of the ancient and primordial periods, the three clans definitely have the right to speak.

"It seems I was indeed ignorant."

Donghua nodded happily. Although he was a primordial deity, he was born into human form much later than the three races, and his knowledge of the ancient history was indeed not as extensive as that of the three races.

Seeing the affirmation from Crown Prince Changqin and Donghua, the three women smiled happily.

Donghua didn't take it seriously. These three little phoenixes had only recently transformed and their cultivation was only at the Xuanxian level, just the prime of their childhood.

He then used his supernatural powers, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, to scan Mount Wuyi.

At a glance, the life, death, suffering, joy, and sorrow of all living beings, as well as all the forms and colors of the world, are all revealed in Wuyi Mountain.

It is precisely because of his great supernatural powers that he can see through walls and obstacles, perceive the flow of fortune, see through the illusions of the world, and shoot divine light to injure his enemies.

This is the great supernatural power that was originally transmitted by the Daoist Ancestor Hongjun in the Zixiao Palace.

Upon inspection, they immediately discovered the secret and found the hidden cave in Wuyi Mountain.

Located on the eastern cliff, there is a large tree on the cliff, which is surrounded by an array.

Donghua got up and went outside the secret realm. With a wave of his sleeve, the array surrounding it was broken.

The formation itself is not strong, but it is extremely well hidden. Once the location is found, it is not difficult to break.

After Donghua broke the formation, Changqin and the others also arrived here and saw the hidden secret cave.

The woman in green asked in confusion, "Could this be the cave of Lord Wuyi? I heard from the elders that Lord Wuyi did not die on the battlefield of the ferocious beasts, but returned to his cave after being seriously injured before passing away. Our clan has also searched for the secret cave, but has never found it."

"Whether it's true or not, we'll find out by going in and taking a look."

As Donghua finished speaking and was about to go inside, he saw that the others were still standing there, without making a sound.

"You bunch of little brats, your cultivation is not high, but you have a lot on your minds. Let's go in and take a look. Maybe you will have some opportunities. I don't care to compete with you juniors for opportunities."

After saying that, he walked directly into the secret cave.

The group glanced around and followed them inside.

It wasn't that they were afraid of death, but rather that there were too many murders and robberies in the prehistoric world. As a primordial deity, Duke Wuyi must have possessed primordial spiritual treasures.

This means that there is at least one innate spiritual treasure inside, and they are afraid that Donghua will kill them to silence them.

When Donghua went inside, he found that the secret realm was indeed a cave dwelling, which had already been inhabited.

After sensing the area of ​​the cave, he walked straight towards a large hall.

Inside the main hall, the furnishings were simple. A cultivator sat on a futon with his head bowed. He exuded an aura of decay, his face was black, and he was lifeless, leaving only an empty corpse.

When Changqin and the others arrived at the main hall, they also witnessed this scene.

"This person must be the Duke of Wuyi."

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(End of this chapter)