Time slowly passed.
Outside Purple Cloud Palace, people sat everywhere, some cultivating, some conversing.
Yet the space between Nuwa and Fuxi remained like a vacuum.
Only the two of them stood there.
Nuwa continued sending voice transmissions to her Elder Brother.
"Elder Brother, let me tell you, I just took all of Old Man Hongjun's Divine Treasures."
Fuxi's mouth twitched slightly. His expression was filled with terror as he turned and spoke directly.
"Little Sister, are you sure it's all right to do that?"
Nuwa nodded, then looked at Fuxi before her and spoke.
"It's fine. I took them, so what? Don't I still have a Master?"
Having said that, she pulled out a book from her chest.
After opening it, she looked at Fuxi beside her.
"My Master told me all this. As long as I can't beat someone, I just hand them over to him. Don't worry, there's absolutely no problem this time. If Hongjun dares to go, he'll definitely die a thorough death."
"Let me tell you, my Master wanted to kill Hongjun last time, but there was a small accident. Who knew what trick the Heavenly Dao was up to? It directly sent down a rain of blood, so my Master gave up. Otherwise, Hongjun might have been killed on the spot."
Upon hearing that, Fuxi simply could not imagine the scene back then.
After all, who would dare believe such a thing?
If the person before him had not been his little sister, he might have slapped her and asked whether she had failed to wake up.
But precisely because he understood his little sister, he knew she probably was not lying.
Although his little sister was mischievous and eccentric, she was still restrained when it came to major matters.
She would never speak carelessly about something so deadly.
As the long wait continued, Nuwa at his side also grew somewhat bored.
After sitting cross-legged, she began cultivating.
Fuxi, seeing his little sister like this, also began cultivating alongside her.
However, quite a few people continued looking their way.
One after another, they pointed at Nuwa and whispered among themselves.
Most of them wanted to see what would become of Nuwa.
The three-thousand-year wait was undoubtedly long.
Above the South Sea, Cheng Yue sat on an island, gazing at the scenery on the horizon as he muttered to himself.
"That girl still hasn't come back at a time like this. Could she have gone to Purple Cloud Palace to listen to the Dao?"
"Sigh, she doesn't even have Golden Immortal cultivation. How could she listen to the Dao? Looks like I was overthinking it."
"But even visiting home shouldn't take this long, should it? It's already been over a thousand years."
Over those thousand-odd years, Cheng Yue's cultivation had successfully entered the late Golden Immortal stage.
He only needed a little more time to successfully reach the realm of a Grand Unity Immortal.
At that point, he would be one step closer to his goal.
But for now, it was still far away.
Sitting there, he found himself missing his little disciple again.
He suddenly felt that something was missing.
Having a quirky little girl following him was not necessarily a bad thing.
It could even be said that he had never felt so relaxed before.
"Sigh, I wonder whether that little girl is in any danger."
After saying that, he wanted to go out and look for her, but then he remembered that he did not even know where she lived.
If he went near Mount Buzhou, it seemed somewhat inappropriate.
This was precisely the time when Hongjun was preaching the Dao, and a great calamity was about to rise outside. If he accidentally became tainted by karma, he would surely die.
Yet as he thought about it, he could not help wanting to go out for a stroll.
"This disciple is a little disobedient. I told her to come back early, to come back early, but it's been so long and she still hasn't returned. If the heavenly secrets weren't in chaos, I would have gone out and dragged you back long ago."
After saying that, he sighed.
"When you come back, I'll definitely lock you in the Little Black Room for eighty or a hundred years."
Just as he spoke, two streaks of golden light were moving over the sea.
Within them were two people in ragged clothes, both wearing kasayas.
They did not resemble Eastern cultivators.
One had a peaceful face, while the other bore a sorrowful expression.
As they traveled, they continued speaking with each other.
"Junior Brother, we should hurry to Purple Cloud Palace. If we miss the time, it will be too late for regrets."
"Senior Brother, it's fine. We're only taking a look. A rain of blood fell here a thousand years ago, so something must have happened. We came to see whether there might be some treasure."
The arrivals were none other than Zhunti and Jieyin.
Jieyin was tall and thin, his face full of misery. After sighing, he spoke.
"Junior Brother, what opportunity could compare to a Sage preaching the Dao? If we are late, I fear we will be unable to hear the Dao. That would be sacrificing the greater for the lesser."
Zhunti looked somewhat more ordinary, his face peaceful. Yet as he looked at his senior brother beside him, he sighed and said,
"Senior Brother, with our speed, why would it take a thousand years to reach the chaos beyond? It won't matter, it won't matter."
Just as Jieyin was about to say something else, Zhunti spotted the small island where Cheng Yue was.
"Senior Brother, look. There is actually an island in the depths of the South Sea? And look, there's even a Daoist sanctuary."
Having said that, he prepared to descend, while Jieyin at his side was about to stop him.
A dim and indistinct barrier appeared before the two of them above the island.
It directly protected the entire island within.
It was like an eggshell.
When Zhunti saw this change, a smile appeared on his face.
"Senior Brother, look. I told you there was an opportunity here. This Daoist sanctuary looks extraordinary. Mysterious Yellow Qi is faintly leaking out from it. There must be some Merit Spiritual Treasure here, destined to enter our West."
Having said that, he prepared to descend and take it directly.
But the moment he touched the dim "eggshell," Zhunti's heart jolted.
He seemed to foresee something.
Yet as soon as that premonition arose, he saw the Earth Fire Water Wind around them all fall into chaos.
In an instant, Zhunti's scalp went numb. He felt that he might die.
He felt somewhat regretful. He had not expected this place to be so extraordinary.
Only a moment later, Cheng Yue appeared there. With a light tap of his finger,
Zhunti was sent flying backward.
A force even acted upon Jieyin.
Jieyin, who had not approached at all, was also sent flying backward in an instant.
They did not know how long they flew before finally coming to a stop.
When Zhunti got up, he was somewhat enraged.
"Who ambushed us just now?!"
But as soon as his words fell, Jieyin stepped forward beside him.
"Junior Brother, watch your words. If that person had attacked with full strength, neither of us would still be alive."
"We had no ability to resist that force just now. His cultivation must surpass ours. We cannot go there rashly."
Zhunti nodded upon hearing this.
Only then did Jieyin breathe a sigh of relief, before directly saying,
"The two of us should not linger any longer. We should hurry to Purple Cloud Palace. If we miss it, we will truly suffer a great loss."
Zhunti thought about it. Since he had no way to obtain that Divine Treasure for the time being, he might as well go to Purple Cloud Palace first.
Once his cultivation was sufficient in the future, he could return and seize it.
The two flew toward the sky beyond.
Cheng Yue watched the two figures, then could not help spitting.
"Damn bad luck. Why did I run into two baldies? Good thing I drove them off quickly. Not a single bald head in the Primordial World is any good!"
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