Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan

After gaining some fame, the number of innate gods and demons who came to visit him also increased.

However, most of the innate gods and demons among them were merely casual acquaintances, like gentlemen's friendships that are as light as water, and they did not stir up much emotion in the hearts of Fuxi and Nuwa.

The only people who could truly catch their eye and be considered equals were the Three Pure Ones, Zhen Yuanzi, and a handful of other top-tier experts who rose to power in the same period, such as Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

Among them, the Demon Emperor Jun is the most unique.

During his several conversations with Di Jun, Fu Xi keenly sensed the hidden intention to win him over in the other's eyes.

The path cultivated by Fuxi emphasizes going with the flow. To achieve great success, one must plunge into the great currents of the world and seize that sliver of opportunity amidst the vastness of the mortal realm.

Logically speaking, the Demon Court is the perfect stage.

But he ultimately declined Di Jun's offer.

It was not that he abandoned the Great Way for the sake of comfort. In Fuxi's view, the time was not yet ripe for entering the world.

As for Nuwa, she was indifferent by nature and had no interest in joining any faction or conspiring with others to achieve hegemony; she only sought to live a carefree life.

……

Inside the cave, the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

After chatting for a while and tasting some spiritual fruits, Kunpeng's eyes flickered, and he suggested, "Since we have met here by chance, why not take this opportunity to discuss the Dao and verify each other's understanding of the Great Dao? What do you two think?"

Nuwa nodded slightly, her expression cool and indifferent: "Good."

Fuxi raised his hand to straighten his sleeves, his expression became serious, and he sat upright before the table.

His fingertips lightly touched the strings, and before he spoke, a profound and serene sound emanated from him:

"In that case, I will offer my humble opinion as a starting point. I specialize in the study of Bagua deduction and the art of music."

"I will use the music of the zither to enter the Dao, and as I play, I will expound the true meaning of the Great Dao!"

"Music is the voice of heaven and earth, the five notes of the pentatonic scale: Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, Yu..."

"Calm your mind and focus your spirit, draw upon the celestial rhythms of the Milky Way to create music; as the notes fall, the winds and clouds change color; you can condense sound into blades and transform music into battle formations..."

"The Eight Trigrams represent the evolution of Yin and Yang, and the fixed rules of Qian and Kun. They are Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, Kun..."

"Heaven and earth determine north and south, water and fire divide east and west, mountains and marshes communicate, thunder and wind interact..."

"..."

Fuxi lightly plucked the strings, and the sound of the zither rippled like waves, with the illusory image of the Eight Trigrams flowing within the melody.

Three hundred years have passed quietly in the midst of these discussions;

"Music connects heaven and earth, and the Eight Trigrams determine the universe. The combination of the two is the path that I cultivate."

As Fuxi's discourse on the Dao came to an end, the radiance in the void slowly dissipated, leaving only the lingering melody of the zither echoing in the hall.

A look of admiration flashed in Kunpeng's eyes: "Fellow Daoist Fuxi used music as a guide and the Eight Trigrams as a framework, fusing the rhythm of heaven and earth with the fixed numbers of Qian and Kun into one. As the music fell, the Eight Trigrams were formed on their own. In the flow of Daoist rhythm, I was able to glimpse the profound principles of Yin and Yang's transformation and the mystery of music. It is truly wonderful!"

Nuwa's eyes flashed: "Fellow Daoist Ming, why don't you go first?"

“Very well,” Kunpeng replied, “What I cultivate includes the principles of Feng Shui, so let us discuss these two paths.”

"Wind is the breath of heaven and earth, the driving force of all things."

"A strong wind does not last all morning; the nature of the wind is to move, to change, and to be unrestrained."

"It is formless and without appearance, yet it can penetrate gold and split stone, move mountains and cross seas, and stir up the flow of life force in heaven and earth. This is the movement of Yang and the beginning of Qi."

"Water is the lifeblood of the earth and the mother of all things."

"The highest good is like water. Water benefits all things without striving. The nature of water is stillness, gentleness, and staying in low places without contention."

"It adapts to any shape, yet it can penetrate stone and break through rocks, nourishing all things. When it gathers, it becomes a deep pool; when it disperses, it becomes rain. This is the stillness of Yin and the return of Qi."

"The ocean embraces all rivers..."

Previously, Fuxi's discourse on Tao lasted for three hundred years, and Kunpeng, as a guest, will also have a three-hundred-year timeframe for this discourse.

Three hundred years have passed, and it stopped at just the right moment, neither overstepping the bounds nor being impolite.

As the lingering effects of the laws of wind and water dissipated, Kunpeng looked at Nuwa and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, it's your turn next."

"Hmm," Nuwa gently raised her hand, her fingertips flicking, and countless points of light immediately appeared in the hall: "What I am discussing is the Way of Creation."

"The Creator is the mother of heaven and earth, the root of all things."

"The Tao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, Three gives birth to all things; this is the beginning of creation."

"First, the primordial chaos before separation; second, the form after the separation of Yin and Yang; third, the foundation of the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man."

"From nothingness arises primordial energy, from primordial energy arises yin and yang, yin and yang interact and harmonize, and all things are born; this is the wonder of creation."

As Nuwa spoke, she activated the laws in her hands, picked up the innate spiritual soil and innate spiritual water, mixed them together, kneaded and shaped them, demonstrating what creation is.

"From nothingness there exists the true energy, which gives birth to heaven and earth and nurtures all living beings." The way of creation is not only about molding clay into humans, but also about comprehending the ultimate principle of "something arising from nothing."

"Using my essence and blood as a guide, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as the foundation, and the laws of creation as the basis, I can make the formless form and the spiritless spirit. This is to seize the creation of heaven and earth and reverse the pivot of yin and yang."

"The way of creation also contains the meaning of 'continuous creation'. 'The spirit of the grain never dies; this is called the mysterious female. The gate of the mysterious female is called the root of heaven and earth.'"

"The Mysterious Female is the gateway to creation. I use the Mysterious Female as the foundation to develop the origin of life, enabling the race to multiply, pass on the torch from generation to generation, and live on endlessly. This is not only creation, but also inheritance, continuation, and the creation of the primordial world, which adds new spirit and new rhythm through my creation."

After Nuwa finished speaking, she lightly tapped her fingertip, and the floating light spots suddenly bloomed, transforming into countless tiny clay figures. Each clay figure was surrounded by a misty purple aura, and faint life fluctuations emanated from them.

The hall was teeming with life, and rare flowers and herbs sprang up out of thin air, subtly forming a miniature world of creation, where the Daoist energy flowed and was infinitely mysterious.

However, at the crucial moment, the clay figures suddenly shattered and exploded into pieces.

Nuwa's discourse on the way of creation thus came to an end.

"Another failure." Nuwa looked dejectedly at the lifeless clay in her hand and said regretfully.

"Sister, why worry about it?" Fuxi was clearly used to it.

Since my younger sister broke through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, she has failed countless times in trying to sculpt clay figures and create living beings.

"Perhaps my cultivation is insufficient." Nuwa wiped the mud from her hands. "I apologize for making Fellow Daoist Ming laugh at me."

Kunpeng was unable to recover for a long time.

Just now, he actually saw Nuwa creating humans from clay.

This isn't right!

The story of Nuwa creating humans from clay is still a long way off from this time!

How could this be, how could this be...

Kunpeng was speechless with emotion; he was simply too overwhelmed.

After the initial shock, Kunpeng found it amusing. He recalled that after his time travel, he had fantasized about guiding Nuwa onto the path of creating humans from clay, thus reaping the merit of creating humans.

It turns out that Nuwa had this idea long ago.

"Fellow Daoist Ming, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng..."

The stunned Kunpeng only came to its senses when it heard Fuxi and Nuwa calling out.