Ming He's Visit

Clinging to the past is ultimately futile.

Ming He parted her lips slightly, opened her small mouth, and gently inhaled.

The resentment transformed into a stream of blackish-red energy, which she swallowed.

For the Ming He, such complaints are a good tonic.

Ming He's gaze grew increasingly profound, as if he were savoring the past or pondering his own path.

After a moment of silence, she stopped thinking about it and continued her travels.

Meanwhile, Buzhou Mountain.

After intimidating the Human Race, Chu Feng decided to discuss the matter with Nuwa.

"Brother Chu, you're back!"

A clear, melodious voice, filled with joy, rang out; it was Nuwa.

A gentle smile appeared on Chu Feng's face, and the coldness he had shown when dealing with the Human Race traitor vanished instantly.

"Little Wa, I'm back."

Nuwa moved gracefully to stand before Chu Feng, her beautiful eyes filled with concern. "How are things going with the Human Race?"

Nuwa also discovered this when the Human Race cried for help.

She was about to rush there when she discovered that Chu Feng had already arrived, so she didn't interfere.

Chu Feng nodded. "Some of our clansmen have been misled by the Western Religion and betrayed the Human Race. I have already taken action to punish them."

Nuwa sighed softly, her expression returning to calm. Instead, she solemnly said to Chu Feng, "Brother Chu, you did the right thing."

Human Race is the lifeblood of my being, and I must never allow it to become a pawn in someone else's schemes.

"If those who forget their roots and ancestors are not severely punished, they will only bring endless harm."

She knew better than anyone that even sages were not invincible in the Primordial World, and the slightest carelessness could lead to the extinction of their lineage.

Chu Feng's decisiveness was the greatest protection for the Human Race.

Seeing that she was reasonable, Chu Feng felt relieved.

The two then sat facing each other on a blue stone halfway up the mountain and began to discuss philosophy.

After a discussion, everyone gained something.

Afterwards, the two returned to their respective caves, meditated quietly, and digested their insights.

Chu Feng was placed in an elegant palace by Nuwa, where he sat cross-legged, his brows slightly furrowed.

"The system's second task has not been completed yet. What went wrong?"

The transmigrators have been hunted down, the system's origin has been seized, all that's missing is to give back to the Primordial World.

How can the Primordial World give back to its ancestors?

Transplanting massive amounts of resources to the Primordial World?

Or is it to enhance the cultivation level of powerful beings from the Primordial World era?

If the goal is to enhance the cultivation of powerful beings in the Primordial World and thus give back to the Primordial World, then that would be difficult.

The current understanding of the Two Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhunti contradicts my own stance and is therefore not feasible at the moment.

Whom should I help?

Just as Chu Feng was pondering, the Ming He, which had been devouring Cang's resentment, continued its journey.

She felt that her cultivation had reached a bottleneck, and she was only missing an opportunity to sever her third corpse.

In search of this opportunity, she had been traveling through the Primordial World.

Soon, earth-shattering news reached her ears.

Chu Feng stood shoulder to shoulder with Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and ultimately escaped unscathed!

This news shocked Ming He like never before.

What kind of being is Hongjun?

Is there anyone who can stand up to him head-on and remain undefeated?

If one could receive even a word or two of guidance from such a person, breaking through one's own limitations might no longer be a problem.

An unprecedented thought arose in Ming He's mind: to visit Chu Feng.

She set off immediately, relying on her keen sense of Heavenly secrets secrets to explore the area.

Countless clues ultimately pointed to the same place: Buzhou Mountain.

Ming He dared not delay and continued on its way to Buzhou Mountain.

The mountainside of Buzhou Mountain.

The moment she landed, she was locked onto by a holy gaze.

"Fellow Daoist, what brings you to my Daoist temple?"

Nuwa's figure appeared silently, blocking her way, and said in a calm tone.

Ming He's heart tightened. Facing Nuwa, she dared not be negligent in the slightest and bowed respectfully. "Sea of Blood Ming He greets Fellow Daoist Nuwa. I heard that Fellow Daoist Chu is cultivating in seclusion on this mountain, so I have come to pay my respects. I have no other intentions."

Nuwa sized her up for a moment, making sure she meant no harm, before nodding slightly. "Brother Chu is inside the hall, please come with me."

Having said that, he turned and led the way.

Ming He followed behind, his opinion of Chu Feng rising even higher.

Passing through the cloud corridor and arriving before the palace, Nuwa stopped. "Brother Chu, Fellow Ming He requests an audience."

"Let her in," came Chu Feng's calm voice from inside the hall.

Ming He took a deep breath, tidied his appearance, and stepped into the hall.

In the center of the hall, the man in the blue robe sat cross-legged. Although he did not exude any aura, he gave her a sense of vastness as if she were facing the entire chaotic universe.

She dared not look directly at him, and bowed deeply. "Ming He greets Fellow Daoist Chu."

Chu Feng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on her.

The woman before me wore a blood-red palace dress, which made her skin appear even whiter than snow.

Her beauty was unparalleled, but it was neither as compassionate and holy as Nuwa, nor as dignified and majestic as the Xi Wangmu; rather, it was an extreme combination of eeriness and coldness.

Her brows and eyes exuded a sharp, ruthless aura, yet her red lips were fiery, and her eyes possessed a natural, alluring charm.

Seeing her reminded Chu Feng of Luohu.

Although Ming He possessed a strong aura of killing intent, it was far inferior to Luohu.

Chu Feng quickly realized that Luohu was the Demon Ancestor, and in this Primordial World of women, she was domineering and loved to kill.

He even went to the Primordial World of a parallel universe; Luohu was definitely a troublemaker.

In countless Primordial World novels, he is undoubtedly a villain; the Ming He can't possibly mess with Luohu.

"Fellow Ming He Styx, what business do you have with me?"

Chu Feng said calmly.

Ming He dared not conceal anything and went straight to the point. "Fellow Daoist Chu, I have been unable to sever my third corpse for a long time, and the path of the Great Dao has come to an end."

Having heard of your unparalleled supernatural powers and profound Daoist Tongtian, I have come to pay you a visit, humbly requesting your guidance and assistance in my breakthrough."

Ming He had met Chu Feng before; she remembered his name ever since he gave a sermon at the Purple Heavens Palace.

However, she hadn't expected Chu Feng's cultivation to improve so quickly, which is why she came to visit, hoping to get some help.

Chu Feng looked at her, Ming He's attitude remained extremely respectful from beginning to end, without any of the arrogance of Primordial World power.

It's worth noting that the Ming He in Primordial World novels is quite unfortunate, often getting tricked and harmed.

Of course, this has a lot to do with her personality; however, faced with an invincible being, Ming He dared not offend her.

Chu Feng's heart stirred. If the mission could be completed by improving the cultivation of a powerful being from the Primordial World, perhaps this person could be found.

"I can help you," Chu Feng nodded with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Ming He was overjoyed and clasped his hands in thanks again. "Thank you, fellow Daoist! If you can help me break through, from this day forward, Ming He and the Asura Clan are willing to serve you, even unto death!"

Chu Feng nodded slightly, indicating that she didn't need to be so polite. "Please wait here for a moment."

Ming He immediately stepped aside, stood with his hands at his sides, and waited patiently.

Then, with a thought, Chu Feng arrived at a Daoist temple deep in the chaos, where demonic energy surged, which was the Demon Realm.

After sensing the presence, Luohu flashed to Chu Feng's side.

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, "You little rascal, tell me, what brings you here?"