Six Paths of Reincarnation, Netherworld Underworld

Northern Darkness. Kunpeng felt his Dao Realm elevate, his eyes brimming with excitement, shock, and fervor. "For the heavens and earth to expand like this—it must be evolution!"

The Primordial World might soon reclaim the glory of the ancient Wu and Yao era.

"Which hidden powerhouse drove the Primordial World's evolution? I must find a chance to pay my respects."

The Blood Sea churned with turbulent waves, sword cries deafening the ears, mirroring Styx's inner turmoil.

"The Primordial World is truly evolving!" he thought, stirred. "Such blessings—who brought them about?"

For Styx, this was a rare opportunity. Without hesitation, he entered seclusion to cultivate.

Above West Kunlun, the graceful Queen Mother of the West felt her own Dao advance, her heart filled with joy.

Not only that, she sensed West Kunlun's fortune strengthening as well.

"The Primordial World is finally ushering in another great era of prosperity!" she sighed.

As the Source of Primordial Yin Qi, she had witnessed the Primordial World's most flourishing age.

She had once believed it would decline for good, even planning to leave West Kunlun for the Chaos.

Yet now, she beheld such a world-shaking feat!

"I wonder which exalted figure could accomplish this."

Suddenly, doubt flickered in her eyes: "Could it be that Saint?"

She recalled how Taiqing Saint once spread the Dao to all under heaven—unprecedented in Primordial World history.

Perhaps the one driving the Primordial World's evolution was Taiqing Saint?

In the end, however, she dismissed the notion.

Inside Fire Cloud Cave.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were all shaken.

Fuxi deduced the celestial signs but found no clue.

He murmured, "Such a grand stroke—who could achieve it?"

Shennong speculated, "Could it be the Dao Ancestor?"

Fuxi sneered at that.

"The Dao Ancestor? Would he have such breadth of vision?"

The Dao Ancestor had been unjust to both the Human Race and Nüwa.

The other Human Emperors might not know.

But as Nüwa's elder brother and a master of deduction, Fuxi sensed some hints.

Xuanyuan laughed. "Why chase the cause?"

"This is an unprecedented shift—a great opportunity for the Human Race!"

On the lands of the Human Race.

The Great Qin Empire.

Ying Zheng gripped the Imperial Sword, gazing into the distance.

The heavens and earth had transformed like never before.

He pointed the sword westward and commanded his civil and military officials behind him:

"Meng Tian, Xiang Yu, Han Xin, Zhang Liang—where are you?"

"You shall lead five hundred thousand troops westward to unify all."

"Where the sword points shall be the territory of the future Immortal Qin."

"I will take this eternal, unified Immortal Qin as a gift to pay homage to my master!"

"We obey!"

The officials answered in unison.

The sword's edge aimed straight at Immortal Qin's borders! The Great Qin Iron Cavalry was bound to trample every corner of the Primordial World...

On the Western Sacred Mountain, Tathagata, Burning Lamp, Maitreya, and the other Buddhas were all shaken.

Who could drive the Primordial World's evolution? What kind of being was this?

"Could it be the Dao Ancestor?"

"Very likely."

"Ha, the Heavenly Dao favors the West—the Dao Ancestor must favor us too."

The Buddhas of the Sacred Mountain grew smug, but Duobao was unconvinced. "The Dao Ancestor may not have such power. Why, after countless kalpas, has the Primordial World never evolved?"

But if not the Dao Ancestor, then who?

"Could it be Senior Grand Uncle?" Duobao's heart trembled. The vision and scope of Senior Grand Uncle Taiqing might align with this, yet he found it hard to believe—even as a Heavenly Dao Sage, could his senior uncle accomplish such a feat?

Atop the Sacred Mountain, Kong Xuan's veiled face flickered with light in his eyes. He cared little for who drove the Primordial World's evolution, but rejoiced in the abundant spiritual energy.

His cultivation of the Primordial Dao-Forging Method accelerated. He would finally break free from the Buddhist Sect's shackles and return to the Primordial World to settle old scores!

Inside the Hall of Celestial Supremacy, Haotian was deeply shaken by the Primordial World's unprecedented transformation.

Soon, however, ecstasy spread across his face.

"The Primordial World is evolving—this means the power under the Heavenly Court's control will grow even stronger." Haotian was convinced that the driving force behind the evolution could only be the Dao Ancestor or the Heavenly Dao. No one else could achieve this.

Meanwhile, Haotian hardened his resolve—he must seize control of the Human Race as soon as possible!

He feared that the rise of the Human Race would drain the Heavenly Court's fortune and authority.

Haotian sat firmly on the imperial throne, his gaze icy as he looked down at the Great Qin Iron Cavalry sweeping across the land like a tidal wave.

"All authority in the Primordial Wilderness belongs to the Heavenly Court. How dare these lowly humans covet it?" Haotian snorted coldly. "The day my cultivation is complete will be the day I annihilate the Tyrannical Qin!"

In the Wa Huang Palace of Grand Simplicity Heaven, Lu Ya Daoist, who had been cultivating, was suddenly jolted awake.

He watched the drastic changes unfolding in the Primordial Wilderness, both shocked and puzzled, and decided to seek guidance from Saint Nüwa at the Wa Huang Palace: "Lady, do you know what caused this great upheaval in the Primordial Wilderness?"

Lu Ya gazed at the vibrant, thriving Primordial Wilderness, a flicker of excitement rising in his heart.

If the earliest beings of the Primordial Wilderness had no innate allegiance, they could be considered part of the Demon Race.

This was a symbol of the Demon Race's former dominion over the skies of the Primordial Wilderness.

As the Golden Crow Crown Prince, Lu Ya no longer harbored ambitions of conquest, but deep down, he still held deep affection for the Demon Race.

In his excitement, Lu Ya asked respectfully, "May I ask, Lady, which great power brought this about?"

Lu Ya said without hesitation, "I will surely pay my respects!"

Yet Lu Ya wasn't truly asking Nüwa—it was more of an exclamation.

He knew that such an unparalleled power was likely beyond his reach.

At that moment, Nüwa gazed thoughtfully at the Primordial Wilderness, then turned to Lu Ya with a faint smile.

"I'm not sure about this either, but if fate is deep enough, you might have a chance to meet them."

"For now, focus on your cultivation."

Hearing this, Lu Ya was first stunned, then inwardly thrilled.

Didn't Saint Nüwa's words imply she already knew?

Lu Ya dared not press further and could only suppress his excitement.

"Thank you for your guidance, Lady. I will take my leave."

After Lu Ya departed, Nüwa rested her chin in her hand, lost in thought, her eyes shimmering with wisdom.

She ran countless deductions but found no answer.

Finally, she looked toward the direction of Taiqing Daluo Heaven and murmured to herself:

"In all the Primordial Wilderness, who could possess such power to turn decay into miracle?"

"Could it be Senior Taiqing?"

Though Nüwa had her suspicions, she couldn't hide her confusion.

Such an earth-shattering feat—could even a Heavenly Dao Sage truly accomplish it?

Perhaps even the Heavenly Dao itself couldn't manage it!

Jade Clarity Realm, Clear Micro Heaven.

Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.

Yuanshi, who was in the midst of comprehending the Primal Chaos Nine Revolutions Celestial Art, was also startled by the unprecedented transformation of the Primordial Wilderness.

Naturally, he was utterly astounded.

The Primordial Wilderness could still evolve again?!

How was that possible?!

If even the Heavenly Dao couldn't pull it off, could Big Brother really do it?

This thought suddenly flashed through Yuanshi's mind.

"What the Heavenly Dao can't do, perhaps my elder brother can?"

"Of course he can!"

Thinking this, Yuanshi couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Maybe it really was his elder brother's doing!

After all, his elder brother was Pangu's Disciple.

But in truth, Yuanshi was only guessing, with no solid evidence.

He hadn't even attempted a deduction.

He simply believed his elder brother was incredibly powerful!

Longevity Mountain.

Five Villages Monastery.

Zhen Yuanzi, the only sage remaining in the Primordial World, was deducing.

Yet he found nothing.

But sensing the Earth Book's faint joy and his own Dao growing, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but sigh.

"The Primordial World can still evolve—this has never happened in history."

"Such a heaven-defying feat—I wonder which great power is behind it!"

The Primordial World had advanced markedly, restoring the glory of ancient times.

The current Earthly Immortal Realm was merely a small fragment of the Primordial World.

From this perspective, Zhen Yuanzi's authority had indeed been weakened.

But from another angle!

If the Primordial World kept evolving, how powerful would the Earthly Immortal Realm become in the future?

At this, Zhen Yuanzi was both excited and moved.

Suddenly, he looked toward Taiqing Daluo Heaven, a thought surfacing in his mind.

Could this massive transformation of the Primordial World be related to the Taiqing Saint?

Zhen Yuanzi quickly shook his head in denial.

Such an unprecedented change was beyond the reach of any Heavenly Dao Sage.

Six Paths of Reincarnation, Netherworld Underworld.

Houtu was stunned.

She had just broken through to the Dao Realm, elevating the underworld, when the Primordial World suddenly underwent a full-scale upgrade.

For a moment, Houtu suspected she had triggered this upheaval.

But she quickly came to her senses and murmured softly:

"No, not me. It's Taiqing."

"The cause of all this must be Fellow Daoist Taiqing."

Though Houtu had no solid proof, she was utterly convinced.

Because Taiqing had once revealed the Earth Dao Divine Seal, which surpassed the Heavenly Dao!

Such a feat was impossible even for the Heavenly Dao—only Taiqing could accomplish it.

Houtu sighed with deep emotion:

"I wonder what Fellow Daoist Taiqing's true plan is. Dealing with Hongjun might only be the tip of the iceberg."

"When that time comes, what surprises will he bring us?"

Houtu whispered to herself, her admiration for Taiqing growing.

The West, Western Paradise.

Receiver and Cundi were equally baffled by the world's evolution.

An event unseen in millennia—even sages struggled to comprehend it.

But they cared little about the source of the change.

As long as it benefited the West, that was enough.

The Two Sages of the West gazed down at the Primordial World and were startled to see the Human Race's armies sweeping across the entire realm.

The Human Race's forces were unstoppable, conquering all before them.

Cundi frowned: "The Human Race's momentum is far too astonishing."

Receiver smiled instead: "The Human Race's fortune is flourishing—this is the perfect opportunity for the Buddhist Sect's growth."

Cundi smiled too: "Indeed. The tribulation lies with the Buddhist Sect, destiny lies with the Buddhist Sect—the Buddhist Sect is bound to thrive."

"Elder Brother, should we begin preparing for the Buddhist Dharma Eastward Transmission?"

Receiver nodded with a smile: "The time is right.

Now that the Human Race's fortune is at its peak, it's ideal for Golden Cicada's reincarnation."

"Once Sun Wukong completes his cultivation, the Buddhist Dharma Eastward Transmission can officially commence."

"By then, the West will be unmatched."

The two sages eagerly plotted their grand plan for the Buddhist Dharma Eastward Transmission.

If Taiqing had known, he would have sneered.

Using the Primordial World's fortune to strengthen the Buddhist Sect?

Did you ask me?

Beyond the Chaos, inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

In a short span of time, Hongjun had already performed twelve billion nine hundred sixty million deductions.

Yet he still found nothing, unable to pinpoint the cause.

The Heavenly Dao showed no reaction to the changes in the Primordial Wilderness.

In truth, the reason was simple.

The evolution of the Primordial Wilderness was a good thing for the Heavenly Dao.

Why would it react?

Was it supposed to bestow merit upon the one pulling the strings behind the scenes?

The problem was, the Heavenly Dao wanted to send down merit.

But it simply couldn't find any trace of that hidden figure!

Under these circumstances, could it still descend? This was an inevitable outcome.

Beneath the Chaos Pearl, even the Heavenly Dao could not detect Taiqing's presence.

If the Heavenly Dao could perceive Taiqing, Hongjun, who wielded the Heavenly Dao Authority, wouldn't have been left completely unable to deduce anything.

Hongjun finally withdrew his gaze, his eyes dark and heavy.

His expression, too, shifted in a rare display.

The upgrade of the Primordial Wilderness was not what frightened him—what truly terrified him was that he had no control over it at all.

This meant there was an extremely terrifying Mysterious Existence behind it all, and Hongjun knew nothing about it!

Even the Heavenly Dao could not detect this being!

"Just what kind of figure is this?"

"Could it be that the matter with Sun Wukong and the Underworld was also his doing?"

Hongjun's brow furrowed even tighter.