Honghuang Fuxi: Nuwa, I Want You to Help Me Cultivate

Although Fuxi set a very difficult trial for Black Tiger, it wasn't intended for Black Tiger to go to Phoenix Perch Mountain empty-handed.

Fuxi said, "This place is tens of millions of miles away from Phoenix Perch Mountain, and it's truly not easy for you to go alone. I will bestow upon you some secret techniques to help you get there smoothly."

Fuxi gave Zhao Gongming a common cultivation technique from the Honghuang, not a particularly profound or powerful secret technique.

A common man is innocent, but possession of treasure brings guilt. This cultivation technique was already enough for him.

Black Tiger carefully took the cultivation technique into his hands and sincerely thanked Fuxi, saying, "Thank you, Senior. I will definitely not fail your expectations."

Fuxi nodded with satisfaction and said, "Since we've met, I will bestow a name upon you."

"Please bestow a name, Senior," Black Tiger said excitedly.

Fuxi stroked his chin and pondered for a long time before saying, "Your original form is a black tiger, and you are strong and handsome when transformed into human form. I shall call you Handsome Black."

"???"

Black Tiger scratched his head. The name didn't sound very good.

Fuxi asked doubtfully, "What, you're not satisfied?"

"This..."

Black Tiger hesitated. He didn't really like the name, but he was afraid of offending Fuxi.

Fuxi smiled and said, "I was just playing a little joke. I plan to name you Zhao Gongming. What do you think?"

"Zhao Gongming..."

Hearing the name Fuxi gave him, his heart suddenly leaped as if struck by lightning, hitting his very soul.

"Zhao Gongming thanks Senior for the name!"

Zhao Gongming knelt piously before Fuxi.

When he looked up, he found that Fuxi had already vanished before his eyes, leaving only the silent jungle.

Zhao Gongming stood up and walked into the depths of the jungle.

Although he didn't know the direction of Phoenix Perch Mountain, he would persistently walk towards the east.

The heavens and earth of the Honghuang stirred with wind.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Tragic War Between the Two Races

Although it was white clouds, Fuxi felt as if he were boating.

Flying was something Fuxi had dreamed of in his past life. Now, not only could he fly, but he could also ride the clouds and mist, performing a Thomas spin in mid-air.

Fuxi thought that Hongjun's sermon was about to begin, and it was time for him to return to Phoenix Perch Mountain and go to Zixiao Palace with Nuwa.

However, as Fuxi lay on the clouds, heading towards Phoenix Perch Mountain, he noticed that the sun above his head was completely blocked by something.

He opened his eyes and saw that three white clouds had drifted above him.

These three clouds were shrouded in mist, appearing larger and thicker than ordinary clouds.

Furthermore, Fuxi sensed that these three white clouds were absorbing spiritual energy from the surroundings, which was very miraculous.

The reason they blocked Fuxi was likely because they were absorbing the essence of the sun's rays.

"Three clouds?"

Fuxi's expression suddenly became strange.

In the Honghuang, four clouds were the most famous.

Among them were Hongyun, the most good-natured person in the Honghuang, and Zhao Gongming's three sisters, the Three Maidens of Sanxiao.

Fuxi quickly sat up and began to deduce their fate by counting on his fingers.

As expected, the destinies of these three clouds were also peculiar, and there was a faint thread of karma connecting them to Zhao Gongming.

Fuxi scratched his head. Why was he so fated to meet disciples of the Intercepting Sect?

First, he encountered Zhao Gongming, who had failed his transformation in the jungle, and then he met the Three Maidens in the nine heavens. Coincidentally, all four of them would eventually join the Intercepting Sect.

Fate was truly wondrous.

Moreover, Fuxi had a good impression of these three formidable individuals who dared to attack Sages in his past life.

Fuxi smiled. Since fate had allowed him to encounter the Three Maidens, who were considered exceptionally talented and possessed great fortune among the beings of the Honghuang, it wouldn't be a loss to take them as disciples.

Sect Master Tongtian, I apologize, but I have taken your disciples.

Although accepting Zhao Gongming and the Three Maidens would undoubtedly have some impact on the history of the Honghuang, what did that have to do with Fuxi?

As long as Fuxi's strength was sufficient, he could quell the ripples and variables caused by these historical changes.

Fuxi slightly extended his palm, and the spiritual energy in the heavens and earth surged towards his palm.

Fuxi condensed the spiritual energy and the essence of heaven and earth within a radius of tens of thousands of miles into his palm, refining it into three immortal lights, which he cast upon the three white clouds.

When Fuxi condensed the spiritual energy, the three white clouds were initially somewhat panicked, thinking Fuxi would bring them danger, so they quickly drifted away.

But when Fuxi infused the three immortal lights into their bodies, they felt their cultivation rapidly advance, realizing that Fuxi was helping them cultivate and had good intentions towards them.

"Thank you for helping us cultivate, senior."

Grateful Divine Sense emanated from the three white clouds.

Seeing that the cultivation of the Three Maidens of Sanxiao was still a long way from forming a physical body, he spoke, "You and I are fated. I will give you an opportunity. If you wish to become strong, you can find me at Phoenix Perch Mountain in three thousand years."

The Three Maidens of Sanxiao replied in unison, "We understand. We will definitely come to Phoenix Perch Mountain in three thousand years to thank you, senior."

Fuxi waved his hand and left the Nine Heavens.

After bidding farewell to the Three Maidens of Sanxiao, Fuxi was curious about one thing: would the Three Maidens of Sanxiao and Zhao Gongming still become siblings?

After all, he had already changed the historical trajectory of Honghuang, so the relationships between these people were difficult to predict.

With only a few decades left until Hongjun's sermon, Fuxi planned to return to Phoenix Perch Mountain to make some preparations and await the opening of Zixiao Palace for the sermon.

As Fuxi passed near Buzhou Mountain, he encountered a war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race.

The Great Witches of the Witch Clan and the Great Demons of the Demon Race fought fiercely in the wilderness, their methods brutal and their shouts shaking the heavens.

Although the Witch Clan did not have an advantage in size, their physical strength far surpassed that of the Demon Race, so they dared to ride on the backs of the demons to capture and kill them.

The Great Demons, on the other hand, used various spells and divine abilities to compensate for their physical shortcomings, unleashing long-range divine abilities to break through the physical defenses of the Great Witches.

Although the number of combatants on both sides was not large, only a few thousand each, the battle raged fiercely, shattering mountains, creating deep pits in the earth, and leaving the mangled corpses of Great Witches and Great Demons strewn across the wilderness, with rivers of blood flowing.

Witnessing the war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race firsthand, Fuxi finally understood the depth of hatred between the two major races.

The warriors of the Witch Clan and the Demon Race had eyes filled with hatred. They fought with bloodlust in their eyes, shouting for revenge for their kin, their hands stained with the blood of their enemies.

However, despite the shocking scene, Fuxi had no intention of intervening.

The hatred between the Witch and Demon races was deeply ingrained in the bones of both sides; it was something that could not be changed or stopped.

Fuxi only hoped that this war would not involve him.

Otherwise, no matter which race it was, they would have to bear the cost of his retaliation.

As it stood, Fuxi's strength had surpassed that of the entire Honghuang.

Although he could not destroy an entire race, he had the ability to take down dozens of Grand Unity Golden Immortals.

His leading strength and the existence of the system had made Fuxi much more confident.

During the initial period after his transmigration, Fuxi's plan was to cultivate quietly with Nuwa at Phoenix Perch Mountain, wait for Hongjun's sermon, secure a seat, and become Hongjun's disciple. With a powerful backer, he would survive the great calamities of Honghuang.

But now, Fuxi had many new ideas.

Perhaps he could become a chess player in this grand game of Honghuang.

Of course, Fuxi would not be overly ambitious. Some things would only become meaningful after he became a Sage. For now, his priority was to improve his strength.

Tired of the great battle between the Witch and Demon races, Fuxi returned to Phoenix Perch Mountain.

"Clang!"

Several decades later, a bell chime echoed through the heavens and earth.

This bell chime could only be heard by those who had reached the realm of Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

"This time, I shall expound on the Dao of the Quasi-Saint."

A familiar Saint's voice rang out.

Fuxi said to Nuwa, "The Saint is about to begin his sermon. We will need to leave here for three thousand years. If we don't set up some formations, I fear some unscrupulous individuals might try to steal our Chaos Gourd Vine."

"Brother's words are reasonable."

Ever since she obtained the Chaos Gourd Vine, Nuwa had treated it as a treasure.

If anyone dared to steal it from her, she would definitely make Fuxi help her get it back.

Thus, the siblings began setting up formations on Phoenix Perch Mountain.

After painstakingly setting up the formations, Fuxi increasingly felt the desire to establish his own influence.

Relying solely on formations to protect his dojo was indeed not reassuring. Taking in a few disciples, even if they couldn't help him with his affairs, could at least guard the mountain gate.

After setting up the formations for their dojo, Fuxi and Nuwa left Phoenix Perch Mountain and flew towards Zixiao Palace in the outer heavens.

Fuxi sensed that his cultivation was nearing the limit of Grand Unity Peak and thought that this time he would strive to break through to Quasi-Saint during Hongjun's sermon.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Eastern Prince Gong and Queen Mother of the West

As soon as Hongjun's voice resounded throughout the Honghuang heavens and earth, hundreds and thousands of impatient Grand Unity Golden Immortals immediately flew towards the thirty-third layer of heaven.

Since there was no need to rush for seats this time when heading to Zixiao Palace, Fuxi and Nuwa took their time.

They saw countless streaks of light ascending rapidly in the Nine Heavens, and among them were many familiar faces.

A few thousand miles away from them, in the clouds, a female Grand Unity Golden Immortal was soaring through the sky towards the outer heavens, riding on immortal light.

Behind this female Grand Unity Golden Immortal, a middle-aged male Grand Unity Golden Immortal, dressed in a red robe, was relentlessly pursuing the female Grand Unity.