Fuxi Spat Blood! The River Diagram and Luo Book Became Little Pinwheels?

Fuxi felt his Primordial Spirit's sea of consciousness struck by an invisible giant hammer, buzzing loudly.

What had he seen?

His own sister, Nuwa, the goddess of creation who had always been aloof and proud, viewing all beings as mere straw dogs, was holding an infant like an ordinary mortal woman, her face filled with a gentleness and doting affection he had never seen before.

The Three Pure Ones' auras were unfathomably deep, clearly having stepped into the legendary Hunyuan realm!

And Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor!

This one was even more outrageous. His aura was utterly indescribable. He was heaven and earth, and heaven and earth was him!

A Sage!

Absolutely the Sage realm!

In just a thousand years, the Primordial World had completely changed!

And at the center of all these changes, the convergence point of all karma, destiny, and heavenly secrets, surprisingly pointed to the infant cradled in Nuwa's arms, a doll-like, harmless-looking child!

What was this child's origin?

An unprecedented curiosity surged within Fuxi.

As the Primordial World's foremost divine calculator, in possession of the River Diagram and Luo Script, he was confident that nothing in the world could escape his deductions.

Subconsciously, he prepared to activate his Primordial Spirit, to mobilize the River Diagram and Luo Script, which he had cultivated with his very life, and forcefully pry into the child's heavenly secrets.

However, the very instant this thought arose—

A sudden change occurred!

Lin Shen, who had been tossed high and giggling in Tongtian Jiaozhu's hands like a tossed embroidered ball, suddenly stopped laughing.

He turned his chubby little head.

His large, dark eyes, purer than all the stars and deeper than the Nine Nether Spring, looked curiously at Fuxi.

Their eyes met.

Fuxi felt his Primordial Spirit seized by an invisible hand!

His supreme deduction technique, which he prided himself on and was capable of deducing the future of Sages, was completely useless at this moment!

He saw not the past, nor the future, but a bottomless chaos filled with the power of creation and transformation!

This chaos was more ancient and more fundamental than any chaos he knew!

"Pfft—"

Fuxi's body swayed, and a mouthful of golden divine blood spurted out uncontrollably. His face instantly turned deathly pale.

A backlash of cultivation!

He had merely entertained a thought, not even truly beginning his deduction, yet he had been injured in his Primordial Spirit by the incomprehensible existence itself!

How was this possible?!

A colossal wave surged in Fuxi's heart.

He looked at the infant, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Meanwhile, Lin Shen looked at this strange uncle who had just arrived and vomited blood, tilting his little head.

He noticed that the Daoist robe the uncle wore had many incomprehensible circles and lines drawn on it, somewhat similar to the patterns on the turtle shells his second master, Yuanshi Tianzun, occasionally used for formations.

Lin Shen's thought process was simple.

Uncle with strange patterns + turtle shell = fortune teller?

Thus, he extended his chubby little fist towards Fuxi and, in a milky voice, asked a question that shattered the Dao Hearts of all the great cultivators present:

"Uncle... drawing... turtles...?"

His voice was soft and carried innocent curiosity.

"Drawing turtles?"

These three words struck Fuxi's spiritual platform like three bolts of chaotic divine lightning.

He...

He called his Innate Eight Trigrams, the ultimate principle of the River Diagram and Luo Script, "drawing turtles"?

Fuxi felt his Dao Heart crackle with fine fissures at that moment.

His lifelong pursuit, the Great Dao of deduction that he prided himself on, was, in the eyes of this infant, no different from drawing turtles by the roadside?

What a dimensional strike this was!

"Pfft—"

Fuxi spat out another mouthful of divine blood, his aura becoming even more withered.

He looked into Lin Shen's pure, innocent eyes and, for the first time, deeply doubted his own "Dao."

"Brother!"

Nuwa, startled, quickly stepped forward to support him, channeling a pure Qi of Creation to help stabilize his injuries.

"How are you? How did you get injured so suddenly?"

Nuwa asked anxiously.

Fuxi chuckled wryly and shook his head, glancing at Lin Shen with an extremely complex expression.

"I... I'm fine, it's just... my Dao Heart is a bit unstable."

He dared not say that he had tried to divine the little fellow's origins and was instead backlashed.

It was too embarrassing!

If word got out, what would happen to his reputation as the foremost divine calculator in the Primordial World?

Meanwhile, the Three Pure Ones and Hongjun watched this scene unfold, understanding dawning in their hearts.

"Hahaha!"

Tongtian Jiaozhu was the first to lose control, bursting into hearty laughter, doubled over and nearly in tears.

"Drawing turtles! Hahaha! My disciple is too talented!"

As he laughed, he frantically used his divine sense to @ everyone in the Kunlun Mountain high-level group chat.

Tongtian Jiaozhu: "@Yuanshi Tianzun @The Grand Pure One Laozi @Nuwa @Hongjun, did you all see this! Fuxi, that old rascal, tried to snoop on my disciple's origins and ended up spitting blood from just one sentence from my disciple! Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter!"

Yuanshi Tianzun: "(Iceberg face emoji) Third Brother, mind your demeanor! However... 'drawing turtles,' this description... is rather fitting."

The Grand Pure One Laozi: "(Stroking beard, smiling emoji) My young disciple's pure heart directly touches the origin of the Great Dao. Daoist Brother Fuxi has become attached to form."

Nuwa: "(Facepalm, amused and exasperated emoji) Brother... alas, he brought it upon himself."

Hongjun: "(Profound and unfathomable emoji) Heavenly Secrets cannot be revealed, nor can they be spied upon. The existence of the little friend is, in itself, the Great Dao. Fuxi's actions were no different than throwing an egg at a rock."

Fuxi looked at the top powerhouses who were shaking with laughter, yet pretending to be serious, his face flushing and paling.

He knew that he had thoroughly embarrassed himself today.

"Ahem!"

Hongjun cleared his throat and stepped forward to mediate.

He walked to Fuxi's side, and a gentle Sage's Dao rhythm enveloped him, instantly calming Fuxi's agitated Primordial Spirit.

"Daoist Brother Fuxi, there's no need to be concerned."

Hongjun said gently, "The little friend is innocent and carefree, with no ill intentions."

Although his words were meant to comfort Fuxi, they were also a subtle warning: Don't try to scheme against this little one again; you can't afford it.

Fuxi, being exceptionally intelligent, naturally understood Hongjun's underlying meaning.

He smiled wryly and cupped his hands to Hongjun and the Three Pure Ones.

"It was my rashness, Dao Ancestor and my three Daoist Brothers. Thank you for your guidance."

Then, he looked at Lin Shen, who was being held by Tongtian Jiaozhu and paraded around like a trophy, his eyes filled with reverence.

He knew that this child was definitely someone who could not be provoked in the entire Primordial World, let alone the entire Chaos.

Lin Shen, held by Tongtian Jiaozhu, listened to them talk about things he didn't understand.

Seeing that the uncle who had vomited blood seemed fine now, he didn't think about it anymore.

His attention was quickly drawn to something new.

He saw a jade slab appear in Fuxi's hand at some point, engraved with dense patterns, and in the center, a distinct black and white, constantly rotating Tai Chi Diagram.

It was the supreme-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure—the River Diagram and Luo Script.

Lin Shen's eyes lit up again as he saw the rotating Tai Chi Diagram.

Wow!

This thing is so cool!

It looks like a black and white pinwheel!

He stretched out his chubby little hand, pointed at the River Diagram and Luo Script, and said to Fuxi in a milky voice, "Uncle... pinwheel... play!"

Fuxi: "..."

His Dao Heart, the crack that had just been smoothed by Hongjun, "cracked" again with a "kacha," widening even further.

The River Diagram and Luo Script...

A pinwheel?

Fuxi felt as if his visit to Kunlun Mountain today was a tribulation he had to endure.

Tongtian Jiaozhu erupted into earth-shattering laughter once more.

Yuanshi Tianzun's mouth twitched as he tried hard to suppress his laughter, but his shaking shoulders betrayed him.

The Grand Pure One Laozi turned away directly, pretending to admire the scenery.

Nuwa covered her face, no longer able to bear looking at her brother's expression of existential doubt.

Hongjun found himself unsure whether to laugh or cry.

He mused that perhaps in the future, when he lectured in Zixiao Palace, he could even offer a special course called "The Importance of the Dao Heart and How to Prevent It From Being Crushed by an Infant."

Fuxi took a deep breath, then another.

He looked at Lin Shen's eyes, which were incredibly clear and filled with a yearning for the "windmill."

Finally, he resigned himself to his fate.

What else could he do?

Reason with a three-year-old infant?

Tell him this wasn't a windmill, but an Innate Spiritual Treasure containing the profound principles of the Great Dao of the Heavenly Cycle and the Stars?

Don't be ridiculous.

He feared that before he could even finish speaking, the little fellow might call him "Uncle, you talk too much" again, making him spit blood.

Fuxi forced a smile onto his face, one that looked uglier than crying.

Trembling, he handed over the River Diagram and Luo Script, which he had cultivated with his life and never parted with.

"Little... friend, if you... like it... take it and play with it."

His voice was trembling.

It wasn't from anger, but from heartache.