Honghuang Fuxi: Nuwa, I need your help to cultivate

Five hundred years is naturally very brief within the Hong Huang World.

Many Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals spend millions of years in a single enlightenment session; five hundred years is hardly enough time to cultivate anything noteworthy.

However, this particular five hundred years brought tremendous change to the Hong Huang.

Because during this period, everyone who attended Hongjun's lectures at Zixiao Palace had basically achieved breakthroughs in their cultivation.

Hongjun's teachings were like scattering fertilizer and pouring water over these Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, causing their cultivation levels to shoot up a full notch.

Five hundred years ago, reaching the mid-stage of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was enough to count as a regional power in the Hong Huang; most Golden Immortals were stuck at the early stage.

But five hundred years later, as these lecture-attending Golden Immortals emerged from seclusion one after another, people discovered that mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal had become mediocre. Strong cultivators across the Hong Huang had generally advanced to the late-stage.

Some exceptionally talented Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals had even begun striving toward the peak of their realm.

With the breakthroughs of these Golden Immortals, the overall strength of the Hong Huang had ascended to a new level.

Beyond that, the power structure of the Hong Huang was also shifting.

With the end of the Dragon-Han Primordial Tribulation, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin clans had suffered grievous losses and gradually retreated to the corners of the Hong Huang to recuperate.

But the withdrawal of these three clans did not mean the world lacked protagonists. Some powerful races began to emerge and make their mark in the Hong Huang.

Among them, the Witch Clan and the Demon Race—possessing top-tier experts and formidable racial talents—began to step onto the grand stage of the Hong Huang.

The pinnacle powerhouses of the Witch Clan were the Twelve Ancestral Witches, born from Pangu's Essence Blood.

Though they were not skilled in Daoist arts, thanks to the might of their bloodline, their physical bodies were unmatched throughout the entire Hong Huang.

And the Witch Clan had twelve such physically invincible experts.

With the Twelve Ancestral Witches holding the fort, the weaker races of the Hong Huang naturally dared not provoke the Witch Clan. Instead, they risked being hunted as food.

Any flesh-and-blood creature in the Hong Huang that was not allied with the Witch Clan could be targeted, hunted, and slaughtered to fill the Witches' bellies.

But one complex race did not fear the Witch Clan—the Demon Race.

The Demon Race's composition was extremely diverse, and their numbers far exceeded those of the Witch Clan.

Moreover, the Demon Race's experts were in no way inferior to the Witches'.

Not to mention the two top-tier late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, the Eastern Emperor and Di Jun, the Demon Race also possessed mighty powers like Bai Ze, Kunpeng, and Jiu Ying.

Chapter 12: Grand Unity Peak

In every aspect, the Demon Race was no weaker than the Witch Clan.

In fact, if the Twelve Ancestral Witches fought the Demon Race one-on-one, they might suffer a great loss, given that Di Jun and the Eastern Emperor were both freakishly powerful figures wielding top-tier ultimate treasures.

After the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin clans faded into obscurity, the Witch and Demon races gradually grew and expanded, becoming powerful forces spread across the Hong Huang.

Naturally, during their development, the two races clashed frequently, generating many conflicts.

These frictions and clashes only intensified, turning into sharp contradictions.

The two races were fundamentally at odds on an individual level.

They were natural enemies, hunting and killing each other, which bred deep grudges.

Some Great Witches could capture and kill hundreds of demons in a single hunt, while some great demons could swallow an entire small Witch tribe in one gulp.

This food-chain dynamic caused battles between the two races to erupt frequently, and on an ever-larger scale.

In the hearts of both races, the seeds of hatred were already growing strong.

Buzhou Mountain, beneath the Gourd Vine.

A stone statue sat cross-legged under the vine, looking ancient, weathered, and dilapidated.

The gourd vine's branches and leaves were lush, brimming with life.

Beside the vine, a small pond shimmered, its waters glowing with red, yellow, and blue light—a truly wondrous sight.

The patch of soil where the gourd vine took root also seemed extraordinary.

Nuwa sat beside the stone statue, eyes closed and mind focused, soaking in the valley's quiet peace.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept in from afar, stirring Nuwa's hair.

This breeze carried rain clouds, but the dark clouds were peculiar—they lingered only above the stone statue, raining down upon it.

The statue, drenched by the rain, sprouted three small golden flowers from its top, though their species was unrecognizable.

The three flowers gradually opened from buds, releasing streams of chaotic energy and dazzling divine light that poured down onto the statue.

Wind and rain swirled around the statue as the flowers bloomed and swayed atop its head. Nuwa, sitting beside it, watched in a daze.

When the rain ceased and the clouds dispersed, the three golden flowers atop the statue slowly drew together.

Their petals began to fall, landing on the statue and being absorbed into it.

Crack!

A shattering sound rang out. The ancient stone statue seemed unable to withstand the erosion of time, on the verge of collapse.

But as the statue's outer layer crumbled away, a fair-skinned young man was revealed within.

When the young man opened his eyes, a strange vision manifested behind him.

Within the vision, on a stretch of earth-yellow land, water and fire began to merge and spiral under the wind's urging, gradually forming a circle.

Seeing this, Nuwa beamed with joy and clasped her hands toward the young man. "Congratulations, Elder Brother, on breaking through to become a peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!"

Fuxi brushed the stone dust from his body, stood up, and stretched before turning to Nuwa with a smile. "I must also congratulate you, little sister, on reaching the late stage of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal."

Nuwa said excitedly, "Naturally, I'm not as formidable as Elder Brother."

"How could that be?"

Fuxi walked over to Nuwa, gently stroked her hair, and said with full confidence, "My little sister will definitely become a Saint in the future!"

"Elder Brother, did you divine that too?"

Nuwa's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Of course..."

"Not."

Fuxi deliberately drew out his voice, teasing Nuwa.

"Elder Brother, you're messing with me!"

Nuwa pretended to be angry.

Fuxi chuckled and said, "Whether one becomes a Saint depends on their own effort. Though I have faith in you, some things you must strive for yourself."

His words carried profound sincerity.

Nuwa nodded with a hint of understanding. "I understand."

"Good. Keep cultivating—step by step, move forward."

After speaking, Fuxi sank back into a slumber-like state of enlightenment.

Not wanting to fall behind, Nuwa also began cultivating.

It must be said that Fuxi and Nuwa's cultivation speed was far faster than usual.

Besides the aid of Hongjun's lectures, the Chaos Gourd Vine also played a part.

This Chaos Gourd Vine, born of heaven and earth's creation, was surrounded by countless evolutions of the Great Dao, extremely miraculous, and provided convenience for Fuxi and Nuwa's enlightenment.

Cultivating beneath the gourd vine was even faster than cultivating on Hongjun's meditation mat.

Glancing at the growth of the small gourds on the Chaos Gourd Vine, Fuxi estimated it would take another two to three hundred years for them to ripen.

Since maturity still required time, Fuxi continued to focus on cultivation, awaiting the guardian battle after the gourds ripened.

The moment Fuxi broke through to peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, whether at Kunlun Mountain or Buzhou Mountain, whether in the East or the West, all those of considerable power sensed it.

Above Buzhou Mountain's sky, the scene of water and fire merging that had appeared behind Fuxi also manifested in the heavens, drawing the attention of countless powerful beings.

"What is this vision?"

"Who triggered it?"

"From this vision, I can feel the principles of the Great Dao."

"Was it caused by a cultivator's breakthrough, or by a heavenly treasure?"

With the vision's appearance, the entire Primordial World was captivated.

This vision allowed many low-level cultivators to gain insights, some even breaking through their cultivation.

However, the vision gradually faded and ceased to exist.

As for the Witch Clan, the largest race on Buzhou Mountain, they were naturally stirred by this vision.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches emerged from seclusion one after another, beginning to investigate the vision's origin.

If it were merely a strong cultivator's breakthrough, that would be fine. But if a rare treasure had appeared, they would certainly want a share.

Unfortunately, the twelve Ancestral Witches searched far and wide for a full decade without finding the source of the vision.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, one with a human head and serpent body, clad in animal hide, frowned and said, "Could it be that another race intends to provoke or harm our Witch Clan's people?"

A Witch Ancestor with flames erupting from his hair and a full red beard bellowed, "Our Witch Clan is mighty, shaking the Primordial World. Who would dare scheme against our people? Whoever dares strike, I will burn them to ashes."

This was the Witch Clan's Fire Ancestor, Zhu Rong!

"Hmph! If some petty villain truly plots against us, it should be me who acts. Among us twelve, you are the weakest—how dare you spout such nonsense!"

A blue-haired Ancestor, whose body was wrapped in flowing water, spoke.

He was Gong Gong, the Witch Clan's Water Ancestor.

His words were like oil, igniting the hot-tempered Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong stomped the ground and roared, "Gong Gong, what bullshit are you spewing! My blazing flames can burn heaven and earth—who dares call me weak?"

Gong Gong, whose temperament was naturally at odds with Zhu Rong's, sneered, "You are the weakest. Don't bother explaining."