Can You Have Some Ambition

"Alright, since there's nothing else, I'll continue teaching you. The Primordial World should be peaceful for a while now, so use this time to cultivate diligently, understand?" Nuwa warned again.

With the calamity over and Heaven's Secrets clear, she could naturally deduce some things.

That was why she spoke this way.

Liu Feng understood—next came the Ancestor becoming a Sage, then preaching across the Primordial World, followed by the long Witch-Demon Calamity.

Of course, many events would occur in between, like the great battle between Hong Jun and Yang Mei during the preaching.

The Immortal Court and Demon Court would be established, Nuwa would become a Sage, the Three Pure Ones, Zhun Ti and Jie Yin would attain Sagehood, Houtu would transform into the Cycle of Reincarnation... and so on.

All of this happened during the Witch-Demon Calamity.

By the time the calamity ended and the Age of Sages began, humanity would seize its chance to rise.

This calamity spanned an enormous timeline, packed with famous incidents—definitely worth being cautious.

"Master, rest assured, I'll cultivate well."

Liu Feng set himself a small goal: at least break through to Refining Essence into Qi first.

Nuwa: Is that all the ambition you have?

Liu Feng: This is a Mythic Method—breaking through a single realm isn't easy. Master, even with your foundation, you haven't fully broken through the first realm, right?

Nuwa: Fine, you make a point. Then work hard!

With his goal set, Liu Feng still didn't know how to break through. He turned his focus to the Card Draw Group—maybe it was time to upgrade the card pool to draw better things?

He also had no idea what his current strength equated to in the Primordial World. Oh, right, he'd drawn a Conceptual Skill earlier and never tested it.

Maybe find someone to test it on?

Liu Feng glanced at Nuwa—forget it, not the master. Maybe he'd find a chance to test it on Martial Uncle instead.

Fuxi: Achoo, achoo! Who's scheming against me?

"I'll take your word for it."

Nuwa gave a noncommittal reply to Liu Feng's promise, her eyes full of distrust.

Liu Feng: ...

Master, what's with that look? You don't believe me!

Ah, my temper—looks like I need to cultivate hard and break through, make my master see me in a new light!

Liu Feng silently resolved himself.

"Let's go."

"Huh, where?"

"To cultivate, where else?"

"Oh."

Nuwa led Liu Feng to the lotus pond. "This time, focus on cultivating, understand?"

"I know!"

Liu Feng vowed solemnly—whether he'd follow through, only he knew.

He recalled the Refining Essence into Qi chapter of the Mythic Method in his mind. With the Heaven-Defying Comprehension Buff aiding him, he entered a cultivation state.

Seeing this, Nuwa smiled in satisfaction and followed suit, entering cultivation.

With the conflict of the Demon Path over, the Primordial World entered a period of peaceful development.

The West.

Hong Jun had been gone for thousands of years before the West finally calmed down, slowly recovering some vitality.

At that moment, two figures emerged bit by bit from underground.

Their cautious demeanor made them look like a pair of guilty thieves.

These two were none other than Zhun Ti and Jie Yin, who had hidden away as soon as the Path-Demon War began.

After confirming no one was around, Zhun Ti and Jie Yin relaxed and extended their divine senses to probe.

But what they saw was devastating—they nearly fainted from grief.

Staring at the utterly ruined Western lands, they exchanged tearful glances for a long time, then finally couldn't hold it in and hugged each other, sobbing loudly.

"Heavens! This is terrifying!! Ahhh!!"

"Why did those few have to fight in our West? Why didn't the Heavenly Dao stop them? Now the whole West is destroyed—how long will it take to recover!!"

"Sigh, this must be our West's tribulation!!!"

"Elder Brother Jie Yin, what do we do now?"

"The West is our home. We've grown up here since gaining sentience—we can't abandon it. Zhun Ti, little brother, are you willing to help me rebuild the West's prosperity?"

"Willing, willing, of course I'm willing!" Zhun Ti nodded eagerly—it was what he'd been thinking too.

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

The two immediately embraced tightly, the scene absolutely brimming with "brotherly love"!!!

This time, the Dao-Magic Conflict erupted in the Western Continent, leaving the entire West in a miserable state, and even the Eastern Primordial World felt a slight ripple—though fortunately, the impact was minor.

After all, the living beings of the Eastern Primordial World had long grown weary of the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity, that multi-millennia three-clan melee; they were thoroughly sick of war's spectacle.

Thus, everyone hoped the Primordial World could settle into peace, and after the Dao-Magic Conflict ended, it indeed entered a phase of rapid development.

As for the Witch Clan, needless to say, the Twelve Ancestral Witches dwelled beneath Mount Buzhou, each having reached the peak of Grand Golden Immortal cultivation—their strength was nothing short of terrifying.

Following the records in the Pangu Temple, they used their own bloodlines to create new branches of the Witch Clan.

Though these new witches had far purer blood than the Ancestral Witches, their aptitudes were still quite decent, and later generations called them "Great Witches."

Thus, the Witch Clan, using this method, churned out a multitude of Great Witches and Witch Soldiers, officially stepping onto the stage of the Primordial World.

Meanwhile, on the Eastern lands, seizing this rare moment of calm, countless living beings awakened their intelligence through cultivation, and many even tapped into the residual origin power of Pangu to embark on the path of cultivation, eventually succeeding in taking form.

However, lacking the inherited memories of the Heavenly Dao, these beings relied entirely on their own groping for cultivation methods, and their forms after transformation became wildly varied: some kept beastly ears, others dragged long tails—in short, each was oddly shaped.

For this reason, they were collectively called "Demons."

Notably, on the Sun Star, two naturally born Demon emperors emerged—one named Taiyi, the other called Dijun.

Among them, Taiyi was born clutching the Chaos Bell, which was transformed from the handle of Great God Pangu's Creation Axe, ranking among the top Primordial Supreme Treasures; at the mere sound of its chime, even the chaotic void would fall into silence.

Dijun was no less impressive; his personal spiritual treasure was the River Diagram and Luo Book, a top-tier Primordial Spiritual Treasure. With it, he could lay down one of the Primordial World's three great killing arrays—the "Grand Zhou Celestial Array"!

Without a doubt, these two were Demon emperors burdened with immense Fortune.

The birth of the Demon Race caught Dijun's eye, and without a word, he set about uniting the demons, vowing to establish a race of unprecedented scale.

This Dijun truly lived up to his name as a born king! Through his and Taiyi's unrelenting efforts, countless beings in the Primordial World eagerly joined the Demon Race.

For a time, the Demon Race shone with unparalleled glory, their fame spreading across the entire Primordial World, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Witch Clan entrenched at Mount Buzhou as the "Two Great Clans of the Primordial World."

With the Witch and Demon clans so formidable, the weaker scattered cultivators and small tribes naturally grew restless, flocking to pledge allegiance in hopes of seeking protection.

Yet, even so, there remained some great powers in the Primordial World who did not take the Witch and Demon clans seriously.