Dao Ancestor Schemes Against the Prehistoric World

Fuxi's figure appeared silently at Nuwa's side.

His brow was slightly furrowed, his tone carrying a trace of worry and inquiry.

Nuwa did not turn her head, only gently shook it, her red lips parting to utter two words: "I won't go."

She had already attained sainthood, her Primordial Spirit entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, her perception of Heavenly Secrets keen beyond measure.

Not long ago, an extremely subtle warning that made her saintly heart tremble had brushed past her mind.

It seemed some crisis targeting the Human Race she had created was quietly brewing.

Though this omen was vague, it was enough to put her on guard.

Leaving Fengqi Mountain now, far from the still-frail Human Race she had personally forged, was by no means a wise move.

The Human Race was the foundation of her sainthood and the deepest concern in her heart—she could not afford the slightest misstep.

Hearing this, Fuxi's face grew even more troubled: "Sister, you are the Demon Race's Empress Wa, and its only saint."

"This time, the Witch Race struck ruthlessly, nearly wiping out Di Jun and Tai Yi's lineage, shaking the Heavenly Court."

"Now the Golden Crow Nirvana concerns the future fortune of the Demon Race."

"If you and I show no reaction at all, not only might Di Jun and Tai Yi harbor resentment, but it will also make the myriad beings of the Great Desolation feel that we siblings have grown distant from the Demon Race."

"The reputation of these two Demon Race sovereigns touches upon fortune—it cannot be taken lightly."

Nuwa finally turned her face, her beautiful eyes clear as she looked at Fuxi, carrying a saint's unique detachment and insight.

"Elder Brother, you are too fixated on the reputation of the Demon Race's sovereign. In the end, these are external things. Rather than exhausting your mind on such empty titles, why not... focus more on your own Dao."

She paused, her tone carrying concern and a hint of subtle urging: "How to achieve that Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin—that is the most pressing matter for you now!"

"Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin?"

Fuxi's face instantly showed bitterness and a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Easier said than done! Easier said than done!"

He gazed into the void, his eyes filled with boundless longing for that supreme realm, yet also interwoven with an insurmountable frustration.

"That step is like a chasm! Every time I try to charge that invisible barrier, what I feel is the merciless suppression and rejection of the vast Heavenly Dao!"

"My Primordial Spirit trembles, my Dao foundation wavers, as if the weight of the entire Great Desolation is pressing down, about to crush me! It is a despair born from the gap in the very fabric of life!"

Fuxi's voice dropped low, carrying an unprecedented urgency and anxiety.

"Di Jun and Tai Yi—they were already gifted by heaven, and now they have gained inspiration from Lu Jun's Nirvana Method!"

"Their chances of success are immense! Once they succeed, they will be two brand-new Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals of the Origin!"

His fist unconsciously clenched, faint Spiritual Light bursting between his fingers.

"At that time, with the four Demon Race sovereigns—you, sister, as a Heavenly Dao Saint, and Di Jun and Tai Yi as Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals... only I, Fuxi, will remain trapped at Quasi-Saint Peak, unable to advance an inch!"

"Four sovereigns? Hah, I'm afraid it will become 'three sovereigns'!"

"Wouldn't my title as Empress Wa's Elder Brother become the biggest joke in the Great Desolation?"

"Even the Demon Teacher Kun Peng would probably sneer at me in his heart!"

Intense pride and fear of losing his standing gnawed at his heart like a venomous serpent.

Nuwa watched the pain and unwillingness in her elder brother's eyes and sighed inwardly.

She extended her slender jade hand and gently placed it on Fuxi's clenched fist.

A warm, gentle saintly power imbued with the vitality of creation slowly flowed into him, calming his turbulent Mind and Spirit.

"Elder Brother, though the path to the Origin is difficult, it is not a dead end. Your Dao lies in deduction and strategy—accumulate thickly and unleash thinly; you may yet overtake them from behind."

Her gaze was firm: "With me here, protected by my saintly power, even if you fail in your charge, I can ensure your life is safe and your Dao foundation intact. You... just boldly try."

Feeling the warmth from his sister's palm and the undeniable power of the Saint Path, Fuxi's taut nerves finally relaxed slightly.

That vast saintly power was like a Sea-Calming Divine Needle, giving him the courage to press forward.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and nodded heavily: "Good! Sister, with your words, I am at ease."

"Then I will go to the Heavenly Court first, to see how Di Jun and Tai Yi are faring. Perhaps from their Nirvana Method, I can glimpse a Spiritual Light useful to me!"

A fighting spirit reignited in Fuxi's eyes, and his form transformed into a mysterious streak of light, shooting straight into the sky toward the Demon Court beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Nuwa watched her elder brother leave, but her delicate brows furrowed again.

That ominous omen concerning the Human Race did not seem to have diminished in the slightest with Fuxi's departure.

She gazed at the thriving Human Race tribes below Fengqi Mountain, and deep in her clear eyes, a worry that even a saint found hard to resolve flickered past.

Purple Cloud Palace.

Chaos filled the space, all Daos extinguished, profound beyond the profound.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat upright on the cloud bed, his form seemingly merged with the entire Great Desolation Heavenly Dao.

Without joy or sorrow, his indifferent gaze pierced through endless time and space.

He took in everything happening across the Great Desolation World, the Thirty-Three Heavens, and even the Sun Star.

"The Ten Princes of the Golden Crow Clan meeting their calamity was always fate, and likewise the trigger for this great tribulation's opening."

"Yet, to seize that thread of 'the one that escaped' from the brink of despair, and perform this Nirvana Method to defy heaven and alter destiny..."

Even Hongjun's ancient, untroubled state of mind stirred with a faint ripple from this immense variable.

His fingertip unconsciously traced through the void, drawing the laws of the Heavenly Dao into silent motion as he conducted a vast and precise deduction.

"The Great Dao has fifty, Heaven derives forty-nine, and the one that escapes is the thread of life."

"That thread of life has been claimed by the Golden Crow. This variable has already disrupted the established trajectory of calamity."

Hongjun's thoughts were cold and vast, as if the Heavenly Dao itself were contemplating.

"Should my 'Great Desolation Continuation' plan still follow its original course?"

His mind traced back to the distant past.

That earth-shattering battle atop Western Mount Sumeru against Demon Ancestor Luohu had nearly shattered the Great Desolation.

It was then that he had deeply felt the fragile nature of the Great Desolation World.

After attaining sainthood and entrusting his Primordial Spirit to the Heavenly Dao, this sensation became even clearer.

This realm, which nurtured all life, had a finite capacity for the power its origin could bear!

The Great Desolation World was growing, but its growth could not keep pace with the proliferation of living beings!

Now, with saints emerging, the world teetered on the brink of collapse!

A single thought from a saint could reshape Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind—the entire Great Desolation World was already in danger of crumbling into Guixu!

The Heavenly Dao had sentience, and it birthed tribulations to save itself—the Boundless Calamity!

Each time a great tribulation erupted, it was the Heavenly Dao using the myriad beings to purge those with heavy karma, who had over-extracted the world's origin and threatened its stability.

Like pruning overgrown branches, it bought precious time for the Great Desolation World to breathe and endure.

The proliferation of life spread like wildfire, growing exponentially, soon reaching the limit the Heavenly Dao could tolerate.

Thus, a new great tribulation would arise in response, cycling endlessly.

"The Wu and Yao clans, with their blood qi surging to the heavens and Sha Qi filling the skies, have neared the Great Desolation's carrying capacity. This tribulation was designed to reduce their clan's fortune and balance heaven and earth."

Hongjun's gaze fell upon the soaring Sha Qi at the base of Buzhou Mountain and the blazing Nirvana flames on the Sun Star.

"The Golden Crow Nirvana, Di Jun and Tai Yi glimpsing the opportunity for Hunyuan... this variable makes the Calamity Qi even more chaotic, and the chance for slaughter even greater."

He paused for a moment; the results of his deduction were already clear.

Hongjun's indifferent voice rang out in the empty Purple Cloud Palace, like the divine decree of the Heavenly Dao: "The Great Dao has fifty, Heaven derives forty-nine, and the one that escapes is the thread of life."

"Since the Golden Crow has seized that thread of life, their fortune is not yet exhausted, and this is a variable that should exist in this tribulation."

"You all... shall contend for that thread of life within this variable. The grand plan of the Great Desolation's continuation is not to be altered. Everything proceeds as planned."

In an instant, Hongjun set his plan.

Everything, as before.

But after an unknown span of time, two figures pierced through the chaos and arrived before the Purple Cloud Palace.

"Master, your disciples Jieyin (Zhunti) request an audience on urgent matters!"