Qiankun's Ultimate Test Question! Family Love and Appetite!
Fuxi's gaze was terrifyingly sharp at that moment.
That gaze seemed to pierce through the river of time, reaching the very core of a being's being.
He understood.
Conventional tests of Dao Heart are simply a tickle to an old fox like the Qiankun Ancestor, who has lived for countless years and whose skin is as thick as the Chaos Barrier.
We need to go all out!
A Killer Question that would leave him no room for trickery or loopholes!
"Fellow Daoist Qiankun, are you ready?"
The frivolity in Fuxi's voice was gone, replaced by a solemnity akin to that of a sacrifice to heaven and earth.
The Qiankun Ancestor and Earth was happily cuddling his newly born "Xuanhuang Son" when he heard Fuxi call his name, and his whole body shuddered.
He subconsciously tucked the little clay figure deeper into his arms, staring at Fuxi with a wary expression.
"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, let's talk this out, let's talk this out."
"I 'Old Daoist just become a father, and my body is weak; I can't take any more strain."
His protective manner made Lin Shen his lips pout again, and it seemed that another round of "flooding Kunlun Mountain" was brewing.
"Don't worry, I won't lift a finger on this side."
Fuxi smiled slightly, but that smile sent chills down the spine of the Qiankun Ancestor.
He stretched out his finger and gently touched the River Diagram and Luo Script in front of him.
This time, what flew out of the River Diagram and Luo Script was no longer Seven-Colored Streamer.
Instead, it was a pure, all-encompassing, pitch-black divine light that seemed capable of devouring all other light!
That divine light contained no laws, nor did it carry any Daoist principles.
Yes, it's just the purest, most primal "choice"!
"Go!"
The dark divine light flashed and disappeared in an instant, disappearing into the space between the eyebrows of the Qiankun Ancestor.
Qiankun Ancestor felt his primordial spirit spin around, and the world before him turned into nothingness.
The images on the water mirror in the "Destiny Live Broadcast Room" also changed accordingly.
This time, the illusion is neither a magnificent sea of stars nor a desolate universe.
Instead, it's a... kitchen?
A gigantic kitchen so large it seems to stretch to the horizon, entirely forged from golden divine jade!
In the center of the kitchen stood an equally enormous Purple-Gold Eight Trigrams Furnace.
The furnace roared, and the aroma of cinnamon filled the air.
Beside the furnace stood an old man with an otherworldly air and a smiling face; it was none other than Taiqing Laozi.
He was slowly stirring the contents of the alchemy furnace with a huge jade ladle.
With each stirring, endless rays of light and auspicious colors burst forth from the furnace.
The fragrance of the pills, which could even cause Daluo Golden Immortal to lose his Dao Heart, was ten thousand times stronger than during the previous Taiqing Trial!
"Fellow Daoist, you've come at the perfect time."
In the illusion, Taiqing Laozi smiled kindly at Qiankun Ancestor.
"Old Daoist I am currently refining a batch of 'Primordial Creation Nine Revolutions Great Tonic Pill'."
"This elixir uses three thousand kinds of Innate Spiritual Root as its main ingredients, supplemented by Chaos Breathing Soil and the Innate Geng Metal Mother Embryo. It is then refined by Samadhi True Fire, Solar True Fire, and Nine Netherworld Fire in turn for eighty-one cycles before it can be completed."
"Once this elixir is completed, it will be Innate Supreme Treasure."
"If a mortal eats it, he/she can instantly ascend to the Great Luo."
"If the Great Luo consumes it, he can immediately attain the Primordial Chaos Realm and live as long as Heaven and Earth!"
As Taiqing Laozi spoke, he scooped up a spoonful of golden, shimmering elixir from the furnace, which was still bubbling with the energy of the Great Dao.
"Now, this elixir has reached its final stage, lacking only one crucial Medicinal Catalyst."
He turned his gaze to the Qiankun Ancestor, and the look in his eyes made the Qiankun Ancestor's heart skip a beat.
"Medicinal Catalyst?"
Qiankun Ancestor instinctively hugged the Mysterious Yellow Little Clay Figure in his arms tightly.
"That's right."
The smile on Taiqing Laozi's face grew even more benevolent.
"This pill is a supreme divine pill for returning to one's innate state from the acquired state. What it lacks is a wisp of the purest 'Heaven and Earth Yellow and primordial energy' as a catalyst before it can be perfected."
He stretched out his hand and pointed towards the Mysterious Yellow Little Clay Figure in the arms of the Qiankun Ancestor, whose little head was curiously peeking out.
"Fellow Daoist, your child is a manifestation of the Yellow Origin Qi, possessing extraordinary origins, making you the perfect Medicinal Catalyst for this elixir."
"Just take a wisp of his original primordial energy and integrate it into the elixir."
"How Old Daoist I share half of this furnace full of 'Primordial Chaos Tonic Pills' with you?"
Boom!
Every word of Taiqing Laozi was like a bolt of Creator God lightning, striking the primordial spirit of the Qiankun Ancestor.
He was completely stunned.
Half?
Half of Innate Supreme Treasure- level divine pill?
Can eating... lead to enlightenment and the attainment of Hunyuan?
The Qiankun Ancestor felt his soul, which had been starving for countless eons, unleash a deafening roar at this moment!
Prove the Way!
That was something he wouldn't even dare to dream of!
Because of the great calamity of that year, his Companion Spiritual Treasure was damaged, and his foundation for the Great Dao was flawed. He had long since given up the idea of attaining the Dao and could only live a life of idleness and waiting for death.
But now, a tremendous opportunity, one that could propel him to instant success, is laid bare before him!
He only needs to...
All he needed to do was take an Origin Qi from his newly adopted "adopted son".
Just a wisp!
It won't harm your life; at most, you'll be weak for a while, but you can recover by eating more rare and precious herbs!
"Gulp."
The Qiankun Ancestor and Earth swallowed hard, his gaze uncontrollably drifting towards his own chest.
That little thing was looking at me with incredibly pure eyes.
The little clay figure seemed to sense something, stretched out its chubby little hand, grabbed the hem of Qiankun Ancestor's clothes, and called out again in its soft, childlike voice.
"Father... Father..."
That cry of "Father" was like a bucket of icy water from the heavens, poured over the scalding primordial spirit of the Qiankun Ancestor.
He suddenly jolted awake!
He saw the little clay figure's pure and innocent eyes.
There was no fear, no wariness, only the purest dependence and affection.
That's his... son!
Although we just met.
It was made of clay.
Although... it smells really good.
But just now, he actually considered using his own son to exchange for the elixir?
"I... I..."
The body of the Qiankun Ancestor began to tremble violently, his face drained of color, then suddenly flushed red, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his Daoist robe.
On one side lies the long-awaited opportunity to ascend to the heavens and attain enlightenment.
On the other side is a tiny, newly born life that places complete trust in itself.
How to choose?
At the summit, everyone held their breath.
Even Lin Shen, who had just been crying, forgot to cry and stared nervously at the water mirror with his big, watery eyes.
"Will this old man... eat his Little Mud Baby?" Lin Shen asked Nuwa quietly beside him.
"No, it won't happen." Nuwa gently stroked his head, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
She couldn't see through it.
This question is too difficult.
Fuxi's move directly drove the Qiankun Ancestor to a dead end.
This is an open and transparent strategy with no loopholes or shortcuts.
What is being tested is the most fundamental aspect of human nature.
Choose to achieve personal success, or choose to uphold that unexpected responsibility?
In the illusion, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.
The Qiankun Ancestor's breathing grew heavier and heavier. His gaze shifted back and forth between the alchemy furnace and the little clay figure in his arms, as if he were struggling and in pain.
Finally, it seemed he had made up his mind.
He suddenly raised his head, and a light he had never seen before burst forth in his cloudy eyes!
That gleam was no longer the greed of someone facing delicious food, nor the cunning of someone facing a powerful enemy.
That was a kind of... resolute determination!
He neither went to see Taiqing Laozi nor looked at the furnace of divine pills again.
He simply lowered his head and, with his hands as rough as old tree bark, gently and tenderly stroked the head of the little clay figure in his arms.
Then, he hugged the little clay figure tightly, as if he wanted to meld it into his very bones.
He turned around.
He turned his back towards the furnace of the supreme divine pill that could elevate him to the heavens in one step.
In an extremely hoarse yet extremely resolute voice, he roared at the void, each word distinct and deliberate:
"I, Old Daoist... have been poor my whole life, hungry my whole life, and a coward my whole life!"
"What kind of bullshit Great Dao! What kind of bullshit Primordial Chaos!"
"Laozi... don't care anymore!"
"Today, no one will lay a finger on my son!"
"Anyone who dares to move! Laozi 'll fight them to the death!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
He actually dispelled all his protective magic, opened his arms, and used his seemingly withered and thin chest to tightly protect the little clay figure in his arms.
That posture signifies using one's own flesh and blood to withstand any storms that may come.
Even... the wrath of Sage!
The illusion shattered instantly.
The Qiankun Ancestor discovered that he was still standing on the grassland of Kunlun Mountain.
In his arms, the little yellowish-brown clay figure was affectionately rubbing its head against his chest.
Ahead, the figure of the Great God Fuxi stood silently.
That face, which always wore a confident and composed smile, was now filled with complex emotions and deep emotion.
He bowed deeply, very deeply, to the Qiankun Ancestor.
"Fellow Daoist, you have passed the test."
And atop the mountain peak.
Lin Shen looked at the scene reflected in the water mirror, his large, watery eyes blinking.
That "bad grandpa" who wanted to eat the kitten doesn't seem so bad after all.
He didn't eat his own Little Mud Baby.
He also said he wanted to protect him.
Lin Shen tilted his little head, and for the first time in his small worldview, he felt a slight... confusion about "good" and "bad".
He turned his head to look at Taiqing Laozi beside him and asked in a childish voice:
"First Master, was that old man a good person?"