Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Chapter 69 The Great Chaos Changes and Nuwa Proves Her Dao!

In the Sanqing Hall of Kunlun Mountain, three streams of pure energy flashed by, and then the figures of the Three Pure Ones appeared.

Yuan Shi's face showed shock and disbelief, and deep in his eyes, there was even a trace of resentment.

"Unexpectedly, among the seven of us, Old Man Hongyun had little fortune and was chased and killed by Kunpeng, resulting in his death and the dissipation of his Dao. Among the remaining six of us, it turned out that Junior Sister Nuwa was the first to attain Dao."

Yuanshi claimed to be the transformation of Pangu's primordial spirit, and thus the orthodox and legitimate lineage of Xuanmen.

Seeing that Nuwa was the first to attain enlightenment, it seemed that the elder brother's position was being shaken, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Tongtian's face showed only shock. "This is the aura of the Great Dao of Creation. Junior Sister Nuwa's attainments in manipulating creation are extraordinary. I never expected that in the end, she would rely on the Great Dao of Creation to become a saint in front of us first."

The Supreme Pure One, Laozi, always believed in non-action, the highest good being like water, and did not take anything to heart.

At this moment, before the supreme sage's great path, even the Dao heart, which had been dormant for hundreds of millions of years, was stirred with ripples.

"With Junior Sister Nuwa attaining enlightenment, the primordial world is likely to undergo another upheaval."

Soon, the Three Pure Ones couldn't help but look westward.

Nuwa's attainment of enlightenment first has already made the Three Pure Ones look bad.

If those two Westerners were to be the first to preach the truth before them...

Where does his title as the true descendant of Pangu from the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun go?

On Mount Sumeru in the Western Land, beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

There were two Taoist priests sitting cross-legged; one was sallow and thin, and the other looked distressed.

It was none other than the supreme Western beings, the Daoist Zhunti and the Daoist Jieyin.

The two brothers were known for their opportunistic behavior, and they became famous throughout the prehistoric land for the phrase, "Fellow Daoist, you and I are destined to meet in the West."

At this time, the two brothers were not practicing.

Instead, he stared blankly in the direction of Phoenix Perch Mountain for a long time before he came to his senses.

Jieyin's face was ashen, and he clutched his chest, looking utterly grief-stricken.

"Senior brother, Junior Sister Nuwa has already comprehended her own path to sainthood and is about to attain enlightenment. When will we be able to follow in her footsteps and become saints?"

Jieyin, whose face was already filled with suffering, became even more distressed after hearing Zhunti's words.

He sighed, and like Zhunti, his face turned as bitter as a gourd.

"The path to sainthood is difficult, more difficult than ascending to heaven. We have been trying to comprehend the Primordial Purple Qi for countless millennia, yet we have still gained nothing. If this continues, when will our West ever prosper?"

Countless millennia ago, after the Great Calamity of the Dragon and Han, the struggle between the Dao and the Demonic Path began.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun, together with the Great God Yangmei, the Great God Yin Yang, and the Great God Qiankun, fought a battle against Demon Ancestor Rahu on Mount Sumeru in the west.

That battle was earth-shattering, affecting all corners of the world, and even shattered the spiritual veins of the West.

With the spiritual veins shattered, the West was no longer favored by Heaven and Earth.

The innate spiritual energy here is significantly weaker compared to that of the East, South, and North.

Ultimately, the battle at Mount Sumeru caused demonic energy to spread to the western spiritual veins.

This transformed innate spiritual energy into demonic energy, thus giving rise to many powerful demonic cultivators.

It ravaged the western lands and was extremely difficult to deal with.

This has made the Western land not only barren but also extremely dangerous.

Therefore, the other three regions, with their outstanding people and abundant resources, never wanted to come to the West to cultivate themselves and seek the Tao.

At that time, Zhunti and Jieyin had already made a supreme vow.

They are determined to revitalize the West into a region no weaker than the East, South, and North.

No, it will even surpass the East, South, and North.

It became a sacred cultivation ground that countless cultivators in the prehistoric world longed for.

But countless millennia have passed, and the West has still not made any progress.

He sighed deeply and then spoke to comfort Zhunti.

"Junior brother, there's no need to be too sad. We can't comprehend the Holy Path, and the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun may not have any insights into it either. We are just independent cultivators, so we're not in a hurry. But the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun, who consider themselves the true descendants of Pangu, are the ones who should be anxious."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti's eyes suddenly lit up, and the bitter look on his face instantly diminished by more than half.

"Yes, we still have the Three Pure Ones to back us up, so don't panic, don't panic."

In the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Great Luo Heaven, within the Demon Emperor's Palace, the Demon Emperor Jun's expression hardened as he looked at the aura of a sage emanating from Phoenix Perch Mountain.

His face instantly lit up with immense joy.

"This aura... is Nuwa about to attain sainthood?"

No wonder Di Jun was so surprised; the war between the Lich King and the Demon King was gradually reaching its climax.

What's most perplexing is that the strength of the demon race and the witch race has always been roughly equal.

Once the war begins, Dijun has no guarantee of victory.

But now, things are different. Nuwa is about to attain enlightenment, and the demon race will soon have another saint.

What does this mean?

This means that his demon race will soon have an overwhelming advantage over the witch race.

Donghuang Taiyi, standing beside Dijun, frowned, as if he had thought of something.

After a while, Donghuang Taiyi spoke slowly and solemnly.

"Brother, Nuwa's attainment of enlightenment may not necessarily be a good thing for our Wu clan."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you forgotten what Nuwa's status was in our demon race before?"

"He is the leader of a demonic cult!"

Donghuang Taiyi uttered these five words with a solemn expression.

"Besides, she still has the Demon-Summoning Banner. When the Demon-Summoning Banner is drawn, all demons will obey. What if Nuwa, after attaining enlightenment, wants to become the leader of the demon race again, with the title of Demon Empress? Where will we two brothers be then?"

Donghuang Taiyi's words made Dijun fall silent as well, realizing that his younger brother's considerations were not without merit.

After pondering for a while, Di Jun said, "Nuwa has always been gentle and unassuming, pursuing the Great Dao with all her heart. She may not be interested in the position of leader of the Demon Sect. After Nuwa attains enlightenment, let's take some time to visit Phoenix Perch Mountain and investigate first."

"Yes, elder brother." This time, Donghuang Taiyi did not refute Dijun's idea.

In the heart of the primordial world, deep within the Buzhou Mountain, the pillar of heaven, in the Pangu Temple of the Wu tribe.

Countless colossal phantoms, reaching to the heavens and the earth, stood in the Pangu Palace, exuding a fierce aura of ancient savagery.

The terrifying aura was so intense that the entire space could not withstand it, causing countless ripples to spread.

"Damn it, the first saint of the primordial world is actually Nuwa, the former leader of the demon cult!"

This was a fiery voice, loud and clear like a great bell, vibrating the eardrums and almost tearing them apart. A terrifyingly hot aura rushed towards you.

"The relationship between Nuwa and the demon race is far from simple, involving a great karmic connection. What if Nuwa were to help the demon race against our witch race?"

"snort!"

That cold snort came from that fiery voice once again.

"Our Wu Clan's Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is nearing completion; even a sage might not be without a fighting chance!"

At this moment, among the twelve towering figures, one of them slowly became clear.

He was like a yellow sac, red as cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings, a chaotic and faceless being, the head of the ancestral witches, the ancestral witch of space and speed, Dijiang.

He said in a deep voice, "Even if Nuwa attained enlightenment, she might not necessarily help the demon race."

"Houtu, Xuanming."

"Brother."

Two loud voices also rang out.

"You two have a close relationship with Nuwa, so hurry up and go to Phoenix Perch Mountain to see what Nuwa thinks."

"Yes, elder brother."

Within Mount Buzhou, two enormous figures flashed with mysterious light, transforming into two streaks that raced toward Mount Fengqi.

At Phoenix Perch Mountain, Nuwa looked at the countless innate humans and those with innate Dao bodies covering the mountainside, and a look of satisfaction appeared in her eyes.

She soared into the air and quickly reached mid-air, proclaiming loudly, "I, Nuwa, have today comprehended the Great Dao of Myself, and with the Great Dao of Creation, I have established the human race."

"I, Nuwa, have achieved sainthood today!"

As Nuwa's voice fell, flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, and purple aura traveled thousands of miles eastward, forming a purple avenue in mid-air.

An even greater surge of sagely Dao energy swept across the nine heavens and ten earths, and the four seas and eight wastelands.

A tremendous pressure has been placed on everyone's heart, making people unable to help but bow down in worship.

The next moment, the purple light dissipated, and clusters of Heavenly Merit gathered in mid-air.

It formed a vast expanse of auspicious clouds, incredibly thick and shimmering with golden light, like a golden ocean.

The next moment, ninety percent of the fortune and merit fell into Nuwa's body.

The remaining merit was absorbed into Zhao Gongming's body.

The merit entered his body and instantly merged with the primordial purple energy within Nuwa's body.

In an instant, a true aura of a sage swept across every inch of the primordial land like a mountain torrent and a tsunami.

The heavens and the four cardinal directions were all shrouded in Nuwa's boundless holy might!

Saints are supreme, revered by all the heavens, and held in the utmost awe.

When Hongjun first became a saint, he gave his first sermon at Zixiao Palace, and three thousand guests came to pay their respects.

This shows the awe and reverence that all living beings in the primordial world held for the sage.

(End of this chapter)