Luohu Plots Again

"Of course! Big Brother inherited Father God's Law of Force. Who under heaven could stand against him?"

"That's our big brother for you! Even a Mid-Quasi-Sage was no match for him!"

Unlike the blindly optimistic Twelve Ancestral Witches, Fuxi did not grow complacent.

Looking at the gaping hole in the back of his hand, he could not help falling into thought.

He truly deserves to be called the foremost figure in the Primordial World. Even an avatar of his was this formidable. If I hadn't mastered the Law of Force, I might not have been his match.

After that battle, Fuxi had gained a rough understanding of his own strength. With his cultivation at the Mythic Great Luo Qi-Guiding Stage, he was approximately equal to a Mid-Quasi-Sage.

With the Law of Force added to the mix, however, he might be a little stronger than a Mid-Quasi-Sage.

Overall, though, a wide gulf still separated him from a late-stage Quasi-Sage.

Fuxi would neither grow complacent nor belittle himself.

Objectively speaking, given Fuxi's current strength, if he had faced Luohu's true body wielding the True God-Slaying Spear, the result of that last clash might well have been reversed.

Luohu repays the slightest grievance. Now that I've made a mortal enemy of him, he certainly won't let me off, given his nature, if he becomes a Sage.

And I'm no magnanimous person myself. I'll have vengeance for what he did to my little sister.

Right now, my Mythic Great Luo Method has only reached the first realm. I'm still a long way from the Sage realm. Time waits for no one!

At that thought, Fuxi could not help feeling a sense of urgency.

Keenly aware that his cultivation was lacking, he planned to enter seclusion once more before the final stage of the Dragon-Han Calamity.

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches knew Fuxi was still dissatisfied with his cultivation, who knew what they would think!

Before entering seclusion, however, Fuxi still had a few matters to handle.

Glancing at the wound on the back of his hand, Fuxi quietly set the power of creation in motion. In moments, the wound healed completely at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the injury had been an illusion.

Fuxi then opened his right hand, palm up, and unleashed the Law of Creation with all his might.

A wave of the power of creation spread throughout heaven and earth. In the next moment, wisps of Source Qi, drawn by an invisible force, drifted toward Fuxi's palm like fledglings returning to their nest.

In a short while, a mass of pure origin power had gathered in his palm.

This was the origin essence Qi that had scattered into heaven and earth after Luohu's avatar was shattered. Fuxi had now easily gathered it with the Law of Creation.

Though the Way of Creation was not suited to combat, it was an excellent supporting law of the Dao. Whether used to unravel the laws of other Great Daos, heal injuries, or create karma and reincarnation... it was an immensely powerful law.

It was no mere figure of speech to say that all one's eyes beheld was creation, and all one experienced was creation.

A Mid-Quasi-Sage's avatar contained a great deal of origin essence Qi.

Looking at the origin essence Qi in his hand, then glancing at Nuwa's ball of origin light, Fuxi gradually formed an idea.

This is of no use to me. I might as well use it to nourish Little Sister and help her take form sooner!

At the summit of Western Mount Sumeru, within the dark, unfathomable Luohu Hall.

Demon Ancestor Luohu still sat steadily on his throne.

Suddenly, Luohu rose to his feet, his eyes wide with rage. A torrent of demonic Qi shot out and struck the ceiling of the hall, piercing straight through it. The demonic Qi then soared into the heavens, blasting a huge hole in the sky.

"Whew..."

Luohu let out a slow breath, forcing the rampaging demonic Qi out of his body and temporarily suppressing his injuries.

"Fuxi, you're something else!!"

"And so is that Great Dao of Strength!!"

"Good... very good!"

Staring at the hole in the ceiling, Luohu roared through gritted teeth, pausing after every phrase.

As his emotions surged, vast demonic Qi churned the winds and clouds. Mount Sumeru shook violently for hundreds of millions upon millions of miles, and a rumbling sound echoed throughout the western world.

Countless members of the Demon Clan knelt on the ground, trembling. The weaker ones had their heart meridians shattered by that power and died on the spot.

Only after a long while did Luohu's expression grow calm, and he sat back down on his throne.

But losing a Mid-Quasi-Sage avatar was a great loss even for Luohu. It would take at least a thousand years to slowly make up for it.

Moreover, a portion of the God-Slaying Spear's origin had also been destroyed outright by Fuxi's punch, which would take another thousand years to restore.

That meant his plan to become a Sage would be delayed by at least two thousand years. How could he not be furious?

More importantly, Fuxi had actually mastered the Great Dao of Strength, which only Great God Pangu could comprehend, and his strength had reached a level beyond that of a Mid-Quasi-Sage.

Although he had not yet reached the late Quasi-Sage stage, the threat he had shown was already no less than that posed by Hongjun, Yang Mei, and the others.

The day I become a Sage will be the day of his downfall.

But he might become the greatest obstacle on my Path to Sainthood. I must find a way to eliminate him beforehand!

At that moment, Luohu suddenly recalled the information he had obtained from Fire Qilin.

Perhaps I can make them fight like the snipe and the clam...

With that thought, Luohu sent a message outside the hall. "Tell Poxun to come see me at once!!"

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, in the Witch Clan Territory, a towering hall stood, majestic and imposing. It was Pangu Hall.

Inside, Fuxi sat cross-legged before a ball of light as tall as a person, shimmering with five-colored radiance. Traces of the Law of Creation flickered in and out of sight around it. This ball of light was Nuwa's Source, who had yet to take form.

After his great battle with Luohu's avatar, Fuxi naturally would not leave Nuwa's Source inside the Xiantian Grand Formation any longer. Instead, he had brought her directly to Pangu Hall.

Sensing the attachment and affection conveyed by Nuwa's Source, Fuxi could not help a smile.

Ever since he had rescued her from Luohu, Nuwa seemed to have grown even more attached to him.

Holding Nuwa's ball of origin light before him, Fuxi took out the Source Qi left behind by Luohu's avatar and said affectionately, "I'll use this to help you take form sooner, Little Sister. Are you willing?"

At his words, Nuwa's origin conveyed a sense of delight, and even the ball of light began swaying from side to side.

"Don't be impatient, Little Sister. Once I've refined this origin, I'll help you take form early!"

After soothing Nuwa, Fuxi brought forth the Primordial Ancestral Qi within his body and employed the Way of Creation.

Brilliant rays of light appeared out of thin air, and heaven and earth filled with the vibrantly alive Law of Creation, which enveloped Luohu's Source Qi.

Under this power of creation, the properties of Luohu's Source Qi slowly changed. The remaining demonic Qi was gradually worn away, and the divine sense Luohu had left behind was refined bit by bit.

Time flew like a white steed glimpsed through a crack, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. Luohu's Source Qi had finally been refined into origin essence Qi suitable for Nuwa to absorb.

Holding the origin, which contained a vast amount of power, Fuxi said to Nuwa's Source, "Pay attention, Little Sister. I'm going to send this origin in now to help you take form early!"