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

"This is actually a lotus seed from the Creation Lotus!" Kunpeng took out a crystal-clear blue lotus seed from the mud.

The Twenty-Four Grade Creation Lotus is a supreme treasure born from the original lotus seed that fully inherits the essence of the Creation Lotus.

It should have belonged to the level of Chaos Spiritual Root, but it fell in rank because it was rooted in the primordial world. Even so, it is still defying the heavens and ranks first among the ten spiritual roots.

Furthermore, upon reaching maturity, it exceeded the limits that the primordial world could bear, thus becoming intolerable to heaven and earth.

The Creation Lotus sensed this instinctively, and at the last moment, it compressed most of its own essence to nurture this lotus seed, entrusting it to the future to reappear.

Even the Three Pure Ones failed to notice it, but in the end, the Heavenly Dao still detected it and poured in the power of the Heavenly Dao to obliterate most of its origin.

If it weren't for Kunpeng's unexpected intrusion, it would most likely have vanished into nothingness along with this place, completely disappearing into the world.

Kunpeng felt so angry at the green lotus seed that he wanted to curse.

This lotus seed has almost no vitality left. There are three ways to restore its vitality and make it sprout again.

One was to find a large amount of innate creation essence, another was to devour the three top-grade innate spiritual treasures that were divided by the Three Pure Ones in the past, and the last was to devour the lotus essence that the Creation Green Lotus had transformed into from other lotus seeds that fell in the prehistoric world.

None of the three methods are something Kunpeng can do.

The innate source of creation is a treasure of creation that can give birth to innate gods and demons. If Kunpeng could find the source of creation, wouldn't it be great for him to devour it and use it to improve his own foundation?

As for going to fight the three top-grade innate spiritual treasures in the hands of the Three Pure Ones, Kunpeng probably has a death wish.

Although the brotherhood among the Three Pure Ones is unreliable and they may turn against each other in the future due to their disciples, it is still something that Kunpeng cannot afford to offend right now.

As for the last one, Kunpeng only has one Pure White Lotus, and it's easier to plan for the others to be employed by the Fiery Red Lotus.

The rest, the Golden Lotus of Merit is currently in Hongjun's hands, and will later fall into the hands of the Western duo. Given the stingy and vengeful nature of the Western duo, even Kunpeng is afraid of being targeted by them. As for the Black Lotus of Annihilation, it disappeared without a trace after the Demon Ancestor Rahu self-destructed the entire West.

Although this green lotus seed is rather useless, it's better than nothing. If all else fails, Kunpeng can reverse the process and have his Pure World White Lotus fuse with the green lotus seed, which might even raise the grade of the Pure World White Lotus.

The problem is that the power of the Heavenly Dao inside is difficult to remove.

As Kunpeng took the Green Lotus Seed, this place completely vanished into nothingness.

The next second, Kunpeng flashed and returned to the top of Buzhou Mountain.

"Kunpeng!" A familiar voice rang out.

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw Fuxi standing not far away, a relaxed smile on his face.

Kunpeng smiled slightly and replied calmly, "Fuxi, it seems you've been inside too."

"That's right." Fuxi nodded, his eyes flickering slightly, a hint of joy appearing on his face:

"This Buzhou Mountain truly holds a special place in my heart."

After saying that, he flipped his right hand, and a flash of light appeared in his palm, revealing a jade flute that was entirely emerald green.

Fuxi stroked the jade flute and said, "This flute is named High Mountain. I found it in a secret realm, and at the same time, I gained some insights and happened to resonate with the heavens and earth, so I composed a piece. Its rhythm subtly corresponds to the principles of mountains and rivers, the state, and the flow of the Eight Trigrams, and I call it 'Mountains and Rivers Melody'."

His gaze shifted to Kunpeng, a hint of inquiry in his eyes. "Fellow Daoist Ming, having reached the summit this time, I wonder if you have gained anything?"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Thinking about how he hadn't encountered any opportunities after reaching the summit, and had even been mocked by Dijiang, and how the Green Lotus Seed he had desperately sought was still incomplete.

Compared to the privilege of being chosen and teleported into the realm by chance, Fuxi and Nuwa's "gains" seemed like a joke.

An indescribable sense of suffocation surged into his heart, his face instantly turning as black as the bottom of a pot. His lips moved, but he didn't know how to utter this "unbelievable bad luck."

Just then, another space rippled and undulated, and amidst the shifting light and shadow, Nuwa's figure gracefully emerged.

A blue furnace floats beside it, its walls shimmering with mysterious light, containing the essence of heaven and earth.

"Brother, Kunpeng!" Nuwa rushed forward, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"You've already come out."

She raised her hand and gently stroked the precious incense burner beside her, asking with a smile:

"How's it going? What happened to you?"

Fuxi then briefly recounted his own experiences.

Kunpeng spread his hands, revealing a lifeless green lotus seed in his palm. "There was only this green lotus seed, and at the same time, I also met the Ancestral Witch Dijiang."

Nuwa, upon hearing this, chuckled mischievously, "Kunpeng, your luck is truly unparalleled!"

Kunpeng's face darkened further. He glared at Nuwa with annoyance and snorted, "You're lucky to have obtained such a treasure of creation."

Nuwa laughed even harder, shaking the Creation Furnace beside her. "It was quite a coincidence. This furnace is called the Creation Furnace. It's located deep within that secret realm. As soon as I approached, it flew to my side on its own."

"After initially refining it, I was teleported out."

"Kunpeng, don't be too discouraged. Maybe your opportunity is yet to come."

Kunpeng rolled his eyes. "I don't want this kind of 'later' opportunity. One is enough to make me suffer."

He paused, looking at the jade flute in Fuxi's hand, "Your 'Mountains and Rivers Melody' sounds quite good. You should let me hear it sometime."

Fuxi smiled slightly, "Of course, I will certainly play a piece for you in the future."

Nuwa chimed in, "Yes, yes, brother, you should play a tune for me too. I'd love to hear this melody that resonates with the principles of mountains and rivers, the state, and the flow of the Eight Trigrams."

Fuxi smiled and nodded in agreement.

Seeing the two of them enjoying themselves, Kunpeng felt a little better, but when he thought of his half-dead Qinglianzi, he couldn't help but sigh.

Nuwa noticed Kunpeng's mood and comforted him, "Kunpeng, don't be discouraged. Maybe your green lotus seed has some special use."

Kunpeng smiled wryly and said, "I hope so. Right now, I just hope this thing doesn't cause me any big trouble."

Fuxi asked, "Kunpeng, it's not unusual for you to encounter the Ancestral Witch, after all, we're on his territory, so it's not surprising. But did he not make things difficult for you?"

"No." Kunpeng shook his head: "The Wu Clan does not object to outside cultivators coming to pay homage to the mountain, and Buzhou Mountain is regarded as a sacred mountain by the Wu Clan, so he would not choose to make a move here."

"Moreover, in Dijiang's view, it is an honor for them to be able to worship the great god Pangu as cultivators."

Nuwa agreed with this statement, after all, when she had known Houtu and Xuanming, it was clear that the Ancestral Witches did not have much objection to other beings climbing Buzhou Mountain.

After chatting for a few more minutes, the three decided to leave Buzhou Mountain and digest what they had gained from the trip.