Although Laozi had transformed into a tool-like alchemy worker, he had always kept his divine sense focused on the Human Race.
Especially Fuxi. He practically wished he could spy on him day and night, waiting for Fuxi to come ask him for help.
Unfortunately, many years had passed.
Whenever Fuxi encountered a difficult problem, he would flip open that damn Primordial Eight Trigrams Theory, after which every problem ceased to be a problem.
This made Laozi feel that he had no sense of involvement at all in taking Fuxi as his disciple.
When Fuxi explained his doubts and the rudimentary calculation method he had developed, Laozi was left utterly bewildered.
Who am I?
Where am I?
How the hell am I supposed to deal with this?
That was right. The calculation method Fuxi had derived by referencing the Primordial Eight Trigrams Theory had directly left even Laozi completely dumbfounded.
It was not that he could not perfect Fuxi's method until it reached a level that ordinary members of the Human Race could use.
However, that would require an unknown number of years.
Seeing the urgency in Fuxi's eyes, Laozi knew that he needed it quickly.
If it truly took that many years, then as Fuxi's cultivation improved, he would probably be able to perfect and optimize it himself.
"Teacher, you can't do it either, can you?"
Fuxi's eyes held a trace of doubt, which made the guilty Laozi puff out his beard and glare.
"Of course not! How could that be? Disciple, don't talk nonsense! How could I, a dignified Heavenly Dao Saint, not know how?"
Laozi hurriedly delivered three denials in a row, secretly suppressing the embarrassment of being exposed.
He said earnestly, "However, this tribulation is actually a trial from the Heavenly Dao. In the end, you still