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

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Three thousand years is but a fleeting moment in the Purple Cloud Palace.

As the figure of Dao Ancestor Hongjun vanished from the cloud bed, the supreme Dao aura that permeated the palace also slowly subsided.

For the three thousand worldly travelers present, this was a destiny-altering opportunity.

In particular, the Great Luo Three Flowers Method transmitted by Hongjun was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Many cultivators who were originally stuck at the early stage of the Great Luo realm have become more refined in their aura, with two faint phantom images of Dao flowers appearing above their heads. They are just waiting to go back to seclusion so that they can break through to the middle stage in one fell swoop.

Therefore, when the gates of Zixiao Palace opened again, although the immortals looked tired from listening to the sermon, their eyes gleamed with eagerness as they all wanted to return to their caves to digest this supreme opportunity that had lasted for three thousand years.

The twelve ancestral witches, however, seemed out of place.

They were formed from the essence and blood of Pangu, possessing unparalleled physical strength, yet they were born without a primordial spirit. The profound and mysterious Great Dao of the Primordial Spirit and the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top method spoken of by Hongjun were nothing more than heavenly books to them.

For three thousand years, it has been less about listening to the Tao and more about engaging in a tedious meditation practice.

Zhu Rong was already impatiently rubbing his hands together, while Gong Gong had a cold face and was surrounded by a chilling aura. The other ancestral witches also looked impatient.

If it weren't for the sake of the sage's reputation, he probably would have already stormed off.

"This godforsaken place is suffocating!" Zhu Rong cursed under his breath. Though his voice was soft, it was exceptionally clear in the silent Zixiao Palace.

Only Houtu, the ancestral witch, had an expression that was completely different from her other brothers and sisters.

Her intelligent eyes held not weariness, but deep contemplation.

The Wu tribe claims to be the true lineage of Pangu, but the real Pangu was a being who cultivated both his primordial spirit and physical body, possessing both magical power and great strength.

These ancestral witches, though possessing physical strength capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, suffered greatly in terms of supernatural abilities and comprehension due to the lack of primordial spirit.

In the last conflict with the Three Pure Ones, they used this as a pretext to ridicule him, saying that he "has a body but no soul and is not worthy of being the true descendant of Pangu."

These words, like a thorn, were deeply embedded in Houtu's heart. She came here to listen to the teachings, hoping to find an opportunity from the sage to remedy the shortcomings of her people.

Although she had gained nothing in three thousand years, she was not discouraged.

She believed that if she came two more times, she would have a chance to learn from the sage.

Moreover, those six prayer cushions were no ordinary objects; since she was fortunate enough to sit on them, she intended to remain seated there.

As the immortals departed, the gate to Zixiao Palace, which separated it from chaos, slammed shut, as if sealing away all the karma of the past three thousand years.

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On their journey home, Kunpeng, Fuxi, and Nuwa walked side by side, traversing the chaotic currents of air.

"The teachings of the sages are indeed profound and unfathomable."

Fuxi broke the silence, his face still showing a hint of reminiscence, "That Great Luo Three Flowers Method points directly to the origin of the Great Dao, truly a blessing for us cultivators."

"The next two sermons must have been at the Hunyuan realm, which is above the Daluo realm."

Nuwa nodded slightly, a hint of admiration appearing on her cool face: "Senior Hongjun, with the power of one person, established the Xuanmen and created this law, which can truly be called the foundation for all ages. His merits are immeasurable, and he is worthy of the name of a saint."

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng simply smiled faintly and did not respond.

He had his own judgment about Hongjun, but it was inconvenient for him to say more.

He then asked, "We're almost back in the primordial world. This journey, including travel, has taken nearly six thousand years. What are your plans for the future?"

Nuwa said softly, "I want to return to Phoenix Perch Mountain first and cultivate in seclusion for a while. I have gained a lot from listening to the Dao this time, and I need to sort out and comprehend it carefully, try to merge the Three Flowers, condense the Great Luo Dao Fruit, and break through to the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal."

Fuxi nodded in agreement, then looked at Kunpeng: "Fellow Daoist, would you like to travel with us? Although Phoenix Perch Mountain is not as vast as the Northern Sea, it is still secluded and suitable for seclusion."

A glint flashed in Kunpeng's eyes as he thought of a great opportunity that was about to be born at Buzhou Mountain.

That opportunity was partly related to Nuwa.

If I were to join them, I might be able to get a share of the profits.

But he ultimately shook his head and politely declined, saying, "No. I have been traveling through the ancient world for a long time, and the work of teaching with written language has already been carried out. Whether it can be accepted by all living beings is up to fate."

"Furthermore, I haven't been back to the Northern Sea for a long time, so it's time to go back and take a look. I've also gained some insights from listening to the teachings, and I need to go into seclusion to consolidate them as well."

Fuxi did not press the matter further and smiled, "Very well. Then let's agree to meet again next time we give a lecture."

As they were talking, the three of them passed through the barrier of chaos and returned to the primordial world.

As soon as they entered the prehistoric world, Kunpeng and Nuwa were startled at the same time, and turned their heads in unison, casting their gazes into the distance—the direction of Mount Buzhou, the backbone of the prehistoric world.

At the summit of Mount Buzhou, the sky trembled, and boundless rosy clouds and auspicious energy soared into the heavens, transforming into a sky full of colorful clouds. A dense and inescapable innate Daoist charm could be clearly discerned even from hundreds of millions of miles away.

"It seems a great treasure has been born." Kunpeng's gaze narrowed slightly as he said in a deep voice.

Fuxi's expression turned serious, and he reminded them, "We must hurry. Judging from this commotion, it must be an earth-shattering opportunity, which will likely attract many fellow cultivators to fight over, and a bloody battle is inevitable."

A hint of confidence flashed in Nuwa's eyes as she proudly declared, "With the three of us traveling together, what do we have to fear from the rest of the primordial world, except for the Three Pure Ones and those twelve barbarians?"

Before the words were finished, a loud laugh came from afar, shaking the mountains and rivers; it was the laughter of the Kunpeng.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa is right! However, let's go take a look first!"

Having said that, the three of them said no more, merged into one, and transformed into a streak of light, speeding towards Buzhou Mountain like lightning.

When they arrived deep within Buzhou Mountain, the scene before them made all the powerful figures present hold their breath.

There was a vine with seven colors all over its body, reaching a height of ten thousand feet, like a divine dragon coiled on the mountain beam.

Seven gourds of different colors hung on the vine: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.

They were radiating a dazzling divine light, reflecting off each other and making the entire valley look like a dream.

This is one of the ten innate spiritual roots—the innate gourd vine!

At this moment, many figures had gathered around the gourd vine, each with a powerful aura, all of them top-tier experts from the primordial world.

The three Pure Ones arrived together. Laozi remained calm, while Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu vigilantly surveyed their surroundings.

The Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi possessed the power of the sun, moon, and stars, exuding a formidable aura. They were accompanied by a group of powerful demon race members who were at the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

In addition, there were also powerful rogue cultivators such as Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, as well as other innate beings who rushed to the scene upon hearing the news.

Everyone was wary of each other, the atmosphere tense, and no one spoke first, all waiting for the gourd to fully ripen.

Just then, another overwhelming aura descended, and twelve figures stepped through the air—the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

It turned out that when the Twelve Ancestral Witches left Zixiao Palace earlier, they originally wanted to block Dijun and Taiyi and take back the Chaos Bell, but the two Golden Crows were so skilled in escape techniques that they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Just as they were feeling frustrated, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared on Mount Buzhou. Dijiang deduced that the two golden crows would not miss such an opportunity, so he led his brothers and sisters to chase after them.

As expected, Di Jun and Tai Yi were among them.

"Hmph, it's you bunch of smooth talkers again." Upon seeing Di Jun and the others, Zhu Rong's old and new grudges surged up in his heart. He immediately snorted coldly, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Di Jun remained expressionless, but his grip on the Hetu Luoshu tightened. Donghuang Taiyi even summoned the Chaos Bell, its humming sound serving as a warning.

Just as a great battle was about to break out, the gourd vine suddenly emitted a dazzling seven-colored light.

The exciting chapter "Chapter 40 Gourd Vine, Immortals Gather at Buzhou Mountain" is now available online. Click to read it first!