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

After Hongjun finished speaking, he extended a finger forward.

That single finger crossed the void, pierced through the Thirty-Three Heavens, and descended directly into the depths of Buzhou Mountain.

"Ah!"

A miserable scream, audible to all living beings of Honghuang, crossed space and reached Zixiao Palace.

The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals within Zixiao Palace all sucked in sharp breaths.

This was the first time they had seen a Saint personally make a move. They had never imagined that a Saint's might could be so terrifying, capable of crossing Honghuang's heavenly canopy and reaching the vast earth below.

With such strength, killing a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was as effortless as crushing an ant.

Those arrogant people who had previously been less than respectful toward Hongjun promptly tucked away their pride. Every one of them sat as properly as primary school students.

At the same time, the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals' desire to become Saints grew even more fervent. A Saint's power was so overwhelming that they envied it beyond measure.

Fuxi's pupils contracted as he watched Hongjun act, and he realized the gap between himself and a Saint.

He had been rather brazen lately. Aside from Nuwa, every one of Hongjun's disciples had tasted his fists.

Though he had been in the right every time he acted, what if Hongjun chose not to be reasonable? Then it seemed Fuxi would have no path but death.

He still needed to rein himself in a little and give the Saint more face.

Of course, if the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, or Zhunti provoked him, he would still beat them. He could simply hold back a little, letting Hongjun see that he had shown restraint and feel his respect.

Besides, Fuxi had always respected Hongjun.

Although he had not become Hongjun's disciple, he had already listened to Hongjun's teachings and received Hongjun's favor. Naturally, he was grateful to Hongjun.

Fuxi might have acted arrogantly in Honghuang, but that did not mean he was an ungrateful wretch.

Speaking of which, if he remembered correctly, the living being Hongjun had just punished should have been Six-Eared Macaque's previous incarnation.

He had to marvel at Six-Eared Macaque's talent. It was so absurdly monstrous that he could even hear a Saint's teachings.

Yet on the other hand, Six-Eared Macaque had been far too audacious. He had actually dared to eavesdrop on a Saint's teachings—an immense act of disrespect toward a Saint.

For Hongjun to spare his life was already exceptionally magnanimous toward Six-Eared Macaque.

However, Fuxi did not dislike Six-Eared Macaque. On the contrary, he felt that his talent was formidable. So long as he could be guided onto the proper path, he could play a major role in the future.

As he thought, Fuxi once again felt the urge to take on a disciple.

Although all the disciples he favored had died and vanished into the Dao in Honghuang History, as long as he became powerful enough, some parts of history could be changed.

Still, taking on a disciple required long consideration. If Six-Eared Macaque did not suit his temperament, Fuxi's interest might fade away.

Pangu's Illegitimate Son

In truth, many Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals had been left inwardly fearful by Hongjun's intervention, such as the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals of the Witch Clan and the Demon Race.

They had nearly clashed and started fighting on the square outside Zixiao Palace.

If they displeased Hongjun, neither the Witch Clan nor the Demon Race could bear a Saint's wrath.

A single move from a Saint sent the thoughts of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals churning like storm-tossed waves.

Yet Hongjun remained remarkably calm, as though he had merely swatted away a fly.

"Next, I shall explain how to sever the second corpse..."

Hongjun's voice once more resounded through Zixiao Palace's great hall. The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals cast aside their useless flights of fancy and continued listening.

The path of a Quasi-Saint was far more profound and obscure than the path of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. The expressions on many Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals' faces as they listened were as pained as Fuxi's had been when solving advanced mathematics problems in his previous life.

Naturally, some Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals grew more excited the more they listened, swaying their heads with serene delight.

Every time Hongjun taught the Dao, it was a process of widening the gap in strength.

Whoever gained more would improve their cultivation faster, become stronger in Honghuang, and seize more Opportunities.

Nineteen hundred years later.

Within Zixiao Palace, nearly all the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals could no longer understand what Fuxi was saying. They all began frowning and clicking their tongues.

Only one person still sat quietly on a meditation cushion, listening to Fuxi's final explanation of the path of the Quasi-Saint.

That person was Fuxi.

Even the mighty Three Pure Ones had their minds stuffed full and could not take in another shred of knowledge.

Only Fuxi sat firmly upon his meditation cushion, listening with full attention.

Some Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals took advantage of the lull to look ahead. When they discovered that only Fuxi was still listening, they were greatly astonished.

Logically speaking, the Three Pure Ones had been transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit. Their ability to comprehend the Dao should have been the strongest, and they should have lasted until the end.

Yet to everyone's surprise, among the three thousand Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, only Fuxi could continue.

In truth, Fuxi's own comprehension was on par with that of the Three Pure Ones. But Fuxi had gone too far along the path of Grand Unity Peak. He had already reached the end of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm and was only a hair's breadth away from breaking through to Quasi-Saint.

Even Hongjun's gaze held a trace of admiration when he looked at Fuxi.

Though this Fuxi had a poor temperament, his cultivation talent was monstrously abnormal, and his comprehension of the Great Dao was astonishing as well.

What a pity that Fuxi had no interest in becoming his disciple.

If Fuxi had been willing to become his disciple, Hongjun would have accepted him as a direct disciple, making him the senior brother closest to both Zixiao Palace and himself.

But since Fuxi had his own thoughts, Hongjun naturally would not force the matter.

Perhaps one day, Fuxi would come begging him instead.

After all, some of the things needed to become a Saint were all in his possession.

Of course, if Fuxi knew what Hongjun was thinking, he might arrogantly say: "Sorry, I have a system."

Of course, something like a system was far too heaven-defying. If Hongjun learned of it, he might treat Fuxi as research material.

In any case, during the final hundred years, although Hongjun's teachings were dazzling as a shower of blossoms and auspicious omens appeared, Fuxi was the only Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal present who continued to hold on.

During that time, Yuanshi Tianzun and the others had also tried to listen to Hongjun's teachings, but they simply could not understand them and began to doubt their own talents.

With their mindsets on the verge of collapse, Yuanshi Tianzun and the others naturally lost all desire to keep listening. They began obediently digesting what they had heard before.

Only then did the Three Pure Ones, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the others have no choice but to admit that Fuxi's comprehension was stronger than theirs—he was practically Pangu's illegitimate son.

It had to be said that the nickname they had given Fuxi suited his strength perfectly.

Back then, Great God Pangu had cultivated both his physical body and the Dao to an immensely powerful level.

And Fuxi now possessed a powerful physical body as well, while his comprehension was absurdly monstrous. His talent was so monstrous that he truly seemed like Pangu's own son.

In truth, Fuxi's connection to Pangu was indeed far from small. After all, his physical body had fused with Pangu's Essence Blood, while his primordial spirit had fused with Pangu's Primordial Spirit.

Other than Fuxi, who was still earnestly listening to Hongjun's teachings, the other Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals kept glancing at him, checking whether he was still holding out and listening.

To their surprise, Fuxi persisted all the way through.

Fuxi's performance raised everyone's estimation of his strength in the hearts of the beings of the prehistoric world by another level.

"Second Brother, judging by Fuxi's performance, once the Dao Ancestor's second lecture ends, he is very likely to be the first to become a Quasi-Saint. This Fuxi cannot be provoked."

Di Jun spoke to Eastern Emperor Taiyi in a grave tone.

Though Eastern Emperor Taiyi was filled with hatred for Fuxi, even he had to admit at this moment that Fuxi might pull ahead of all the prehistoric Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and become the first Quasi-Saint.

Thus, Eastern Emperor Taiyi temporarily reined in his hatred for Fuxi.

In fact, quite a few of Fuxi's opponents had been shocked by his performance.

Although these Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals did not know the meaning of "Why was Yu born, if Liang was also born?", they felt every bit as stifled and aggrieved as Zhou Yu did at that moment.

With an enemy stronger than themselves before them, the pressure in their hearts surged sharply.

Of course, some also looked at Fuxi with admiration and envy.

For example, Zhenyuanzi and the Queen Mother of the West. Since they could be considered Fuxi's friends, they envied the formidable comprehension he displayed, but harbored absolutely no ill will.

Ignoring the gazes directed at him, Fuxi merely concentrated on listening to Hongjun's teachings.

Fuxi could sense that as Hongjun continued speaking, he was drawing ever closer to the path of the Quasi-Saint realm. He could gradually see how to proceed from there.

No matter what sort of relationship he and Hongjun might develop in the future, Fuxi felt nothing but gratitude toward Hongjun at present.

Without Hongjun's teachings, Fuxi felt that even after tens of thousands more years, he could not possibly have come into contact with the Quasi-Saint realm so quickly.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

To some Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, a hundred years was merely enough time for a single drinking feast and was exceedingly brief.

"The path of the Quasi-Saint ends here."

Hongjun stopped teaching.

All the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals present looked at Hongjun with reluctance.

Forget three thousand years—even if Hongjun lectured for thirty thousand years, they would never grow tired of it. They would only savor it as sweet dew.

But alas, every action of a Saint carried profound meaning. It was not something Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals like them could influence.

Yet after declaring the end of his teachings, Hongjun did not leave Zixiao Palace, stirring the imaginations of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.

Zhunti Daoist thought: Could it be that the Saint intends to accept me as an official disciple and drive that Fuxi off the cushion?

Kunpeng, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the others thought: Could it be that the Saint intends to accept us as disciples? After all, the last time, the Saint had accepted disciples after concluding his teachings.

Eastern Prince Gong, meanwhile, thought: Could it be that the Saint intends to explain the path of attaining Sainthood through merit?

The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals present were all speculating about Hongjun's intentions, but what Hongjun was about to say had not the slightest connection to any of their thoughts.

The Dao Ancestor Appoints the Leader of the Immortals

Seated upon a cloud of azure, Hongjun swept his gaze across the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals present and spoke:

"Over these three thousand years, I have observed the state of the prehistoric world and found it chaotic and unstable, with living beings suffering untold devastation. I am deeply saddened."

"To bring peace to all beings of the prehistoric world, I have decided to select Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals to govern the host of immortals, stabilize the situation, and save the common people."

Upon hearing Hongjun's words, every Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal stopped cultivating and pricked up their ears.

Select Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals to govern the host of immortals?