Reward: Pangu's Primordial Spirit

After all, a system was immensely important to a transmigrator.

Seeing these three mission options, Fuxi was somewhat dumbfounded.

Were the first two missions serious?

The first option even wanted him to persuade Nuwa not to go to Zixiao Palace. That was practically preventing Nuwa from becoming a Saint, creating humanity, and repairing the heavens. It was a serious loss of virtue. No wonder the reward was punishment by Purple Heaven Divine Thunder—he truly deserved to be struck by lightning.

As for the second option, that was cutting off his own path of cultivation.

If he could not become a Saint, he would be letting down all those transmigrators who ruled supreme in other worlds.

For something as incomparably precious as Hongjun's public lecture at Zixiao Palace, missing it would be a lifelong regret. Of course he chose the third option!

The moment Fuxi chose the third option, he felt an enormous surge of energy suddenly appear within him. Countless Great Dao laws clearly emerged in his mind, propelling him into the late stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Thus, in just a few breaths, Fuxi erupted with the aura of a late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Nuwa looked at Fuxi in surprise and asked, "Brother, have you already broken through?"

Fuxi nodded slightly at Nuwa. "I gained some insight from the Saint's phenomenon just now. I got lucky and broke through."

Fuxi looked utterly calm, but he was thrilled and delighted inside.

In the blink of an eye, he had gone from the middle stage of Grand Unity to the late stage, saving hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation. Of course he was happy.

After all, Hongjun had not yet preached the Dao. There were only a handful of late-stage Grand Unity cultivators in the entire Hong Huang World.

As long as he did not provoke a Saint, no one in the Hong Huang World would dare touch him.

Nuwa exclaimed, "Brother, you're too modest."

"It seems that only the Three Pure Ones have reached the late stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal. Brother should be able to swagger through the Hong Huang World now."

Fuxi merely said calmly, "Beneath Saints, all are ultimately ants. Without becoming a Saint, one can only be a chess piece."

Nuwa scratched her head, as if saying: If you're an ant, then what am I?

But Nuwa immediately asked again, "Brother, are we going to Zixiao Palace to hear Daoist Hongjun preach?"

"We're going! Of course we're going! There's no time to waste. If we arrive late, we'll only get a sip of broth. We need to eat the meat!"

As he spoke, Fuxi directly grabbed Nuwa's hand and flew toward Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Zixiao Palace was located within the void chaos Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, surrounded by all kinds of raging chaotic currents.

Those chaotic currents were deadly to Golden Immortals, but to Grand Unity Golden Immortals like Fuxi and Nuwa, they were no different from a gentle breeze.

When the siblings arrived at Zixiao Palace, they were immediately stunned by the dense mass of figures outside it.

There were more than a thousand figures here, and every single one was a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Even the weakest among them were in the early stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Outside Zixiao Palace stood the Three Thousand Guests of the mortal world. What a magnificent sight!

Yet after several calamities, how many of those Three Thousand Guests would remain?

Even powerful races like the Demon Clan and Witch Clan had produced countless mighty experts whose names remained in mythological history, yet before the calamities, they all became ashes. Only a few remnants survived in miserable existence, leaving behind a few descendants to mourn them.

Fuxi had no mood to pity the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jun, or Taiyi. If he did not struggle hard enough, he too would perish and vanish, entering the cycle of reincarnation.

Just as Fuxi was lamenting, the towering gates of Zixiao Palace were pushed open from within by two pairs of fair little hands.

The owners of those hands were a young male and female Daoist attendant. Standing on either side of the gates, they called out loudly:

"The Saint has spoken! Open the palace gates and invite all Grand Unity cultivators into the hall!"

Though the two attendants looked ordinary, they were still attendants of a Saint's Daoist Sanctuary. The Grand Unity Golden Immortals present were therefore extremely polite to them, all nodding toward them.

However, just as everyone was showing goodwill toward the Saint's attendants in hopes of leaving a favorable impression, two figures in the crowd transformed into streams of light and rushed straight into Zixiao Palace's main hall.

On closer inspection, they were the two demon cultivators, Fuxi and Nuwa, from Buzhou Mountain.

The Three Pure Ones, Kunpeng, and the others had actually sensed something within the hall drawing them in the instant the gates opened.

When they saw Nuwa and Fuxi rush inside, their expressions changed. They hurried into the hall as well, afraid of missing their own Opportunity.

Fuxi and Nuwa were the first to enter Zixiao Palace's main hall. Looking up, they saw a mass of azure clouds floating at the far end of the hall.

Before the azure clouds sat six dull gray cushions.

Fuxi and Nuwa directly claimed the two cushions on the right, sitting down upon them and closing their eyes in concentration.

Not long afterward, the Three Pure Ones and Kunpeng rushed in.

The four each took a cushion and began waiting for Saint Hongjun to preach the Dao.

Soon after, quite a few Grand Unity Golden Immortals rushed in as well.

When they saw the six cushions placed beneath the azure clouds, they regretted not being the first to rush inside.

The cushions placed within a Saint's Daoist palace were surely extraordinary.

But Fuxi and the others had already claimed them, and they did not dare snatch them away. They could only stand gloomily in the open space behind the cushions.

Among the Grand Unity cultivators, one Daoist looked at his friend and asked, "Brother Hong Yun, why does your complexion look so terrible?"

Hong Yun said, "Brother Zhenyuanzi, I feel inexplicably uneasy. I keep feeling as though someone has taken my Opportunity."

Zhenyuanzi said calmly, "It's nothing. It's only a cushion; it cannot count as an Opportunity. When we return, I'll give you a few Ginseng Fruits to soothe your state of mind."

"That would be splendid."

Hong Yun nodded as he stared at the six cushions.

Aside from the Grand Unity cultivators rushing into Zixiao Palace, even more Grand Unity Golden Immortals chose to walk into the hall at an unhurried pace.

When these Grand Unity cultivators saw the occupied cushions, they were somewhat surprised and regretful, but there was nothing they could do.

They could not exactly grab bricks and fight over a cushion.

If they displeased the Saint, they might be directly expelled from Zixiao Palace. The loss would outweigh the gain.

Thus, the Grand Unity Golden Immortals who had failed to claim a cushion could only sit cross-legged on the ground behind the six cushions.

Pangu's Primordial Spirit Reward

As more than three thousand Grand Unity Golden Immortals entered Zixiao Palace's main hall one after another, the two attendants looked outside. Seeing no one left, they assumed everyone had arrived and prepared to report to the Saint.

However, two raggedly dressed Daoists flew out from within the Thirty-Three Heavens at that moment. They hurried to the gates of Zixiao Palace and slipped inside.

Seeing the crowded hall of Zixiao Palace, the two Daoists grew anxious and forced themselves to squeeze their way inward.

As they pushed through the crowd, they said, "Excuse us."

Seeing their tattered clothes, the surrounding Grand Unity Golden Immortals all moved aside, afraid the two would rub dirt onto their robes.

Thus, the two forcibly squeezed their way to the front of the Grand Unity Golden Immortals and saw the six occupied cushions.

Hearing the commotion, Fuxi opened his eyes and glanced over, immediately spotting the two Daoists.

So these two bald donkeys have arrived.

That was right. These two Daoists were none other than Jieyin and Zhunti.

Jieyin and Zhunti still had hair and beards at this time, but in Fuxi's eyes, everyone in the Western Sect was a group of cunning bald donkeys.

When Jieyin and Zhunti saw that all the cushions were occupied, their donkey faces immediately fell.

The two exchanged glances, then walked toward Fuxi.

[Ding. Detected that Jieyin and Zhunti are about to request that the Host give up his seat. Please make your own judgment and choice from the following options.]

[Option One: Warmly and proactively give up the cushion. Option reward: Nuwa is disappointed, and you lose the Saint's Opportunity.]

[Option Two: Coldly refuse to give up your seat. Option reward: one Innate Spiritual Treasure.]

[Option Three: Furiously rebuke and teach the two a lesson. Option reward: a wisp of Pangu's Primordial Spirit.]

When the first two options appeared, Fuxi remained quite calm.

But when the third option appeared, Hong Yun's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and his breathing became incomparably heavy.

Good heavens!

What was this?

This was a wisp of Pangu's Primordial Spirit!

This was the rarest and most supreme treasure in the Hong Huang World!

Why could the Three Pure Ones become mighty figures of the Hong Huang World?

As incarnations of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, they were far ahead of all other living beings in cultivation and Dao comprehension.

Just like Hongjun's preaching at Zixiao Palace this time, the Three Pure Ones gained the most because their comprehension was simply monstrous.

That comprehension supported their growth into the three strongest among the six great Saints.

Fuxi had not expected the system to be so powerful that it could actually use Pangu's Primordial Spirit as a reward option.

Seeing the third option, Fuxi directly ignored the first two.

What Innate Spiritual Treasure?

Even if there were three or five more of them, he still would not choose them over Pangu's Primordial Spirit.

"My choice is the third one!"

[Ding. The system has confirmed the selection. Issuing the option reward.]

When the system notification vanished, Fuxi felt as though a gentle, cool drop of water had landed upon his soul.

That drop of water should have been the wisp of Pangu's Primordial Spirit.

The droplet quickly permeated Fuxi's soul, and he felt his entire being become sublimated.

As he experienced the benefits Pangu's Primordial Spirit brought him, Fuxi exclaimed, "The system's rewards are truly outrageous. I wonder whether there will be even more absurd, heaven-defying treasures in the future."

"I wouldn't mind getting some of Great God Pangu's Essence Blood or something."

If anyone else said that, it would truly be a fool's dream.

But with such a powerful system, any reward was possible for Fuxi.

Fuxi imagined that if he obtained more of Pangu's Essence Blood, perhaps he could slap a late-stage Grand Unity cultivator to death.