Jieyin and Zhunti were preaching in the Western Paradise when they were suddenly interrupted by this strange change in the Heavenly Dao.
The prayer beads in Jieyin's hands fell to the ground with a "crack." His eyes widened as he looked eastward, muttering, "Nuwa, truly extraordinary."
Knowing the difficulty of becoming a saint, Nuwa's ability to achieve sainthood at this moment must be due to extraordinary opportunities and strength.
Zhunti clasped his hands together, his face showing surprise and admiration. He secretly pondered that after Nuwa became a saint, the landscape of the Primordial Wilderness would undergo tremendous changes, and the Western Sect might usher in new opportunities and challenges.
Meanwhile, the demon race was in a state of jubilation.
Di Jun stood in the Yao Chi, excitedly waving the demon flag in his hand and shouting loudly:
"The Empress Nuwa has become a saint! Our demon race also has Sage!"
Those around him cheered, and the entire Heavenly Court was immersed in joy.
As the Wa Huang of the Demon Clan, Nuwa's ascension to sainthood not only elevated the Demon Clan's status in the Primordial Wilderness world but also brought them endless hope.
Countless demons knelt and bowed towards the Eastern Sea, expressing their reverence and gratitude to Nuwa.
With Nuwa as their Sage, the demon race will be safer in the future and have more confidence to contend with the power of the Witch Clan.
Countless living beings, whether powerful ferocious beasts or weak spirits, showed envy in the face of this Primordial Wilderness upheaval.
Seeing Nuwa bathed in boundless Xuanhuang Merit, radiating light a billion times brighter than the Solar Star, he was filled with longing.
Nuwa's attainment of sainthood is a state that countless beings dream of. Now that I have witnessed it with my own eyes, how can I not be envious?
Some ferocious beasts secretly prayed that one day they could also reach such a level and become the strongest in the Primordial Wilderness world.
Some spirits silently wished for Nuwa's protection so they could live peacefully on this Primordial Earth.
In every corner of this Primordial Wilderness, various sounds echoed.
Some marveled at Nuwa's Power of Creation, some lamented the difficulty of becoming a saint, and others secretly prayed that they too could one day reach such a state.
The entire Primordial Wilderness seemed to be activated at this moment, brimming with life and vitality.
Nuwa stood on the shore of the Eastern Sea, feeling the immeasurable Xuanhuang Merit, her heart filled with joy and satisfaction.
She knew that she was created not only for humanity, but also for the balance and harmony of this Primordial Wilderness. She looked at the 129,600 newly born humans behind her, her eyes filled with love.
"Humans, you are the hope for the future of our Primordial Wilderness," Nuwa said softly, her voice filled with determination and confidence.
She knew that although the human race was weak, it had unlimited potential.
In the days to come, humanity will surely create its own glory on this Primordial Earth.
With the sanctification of Nuwa, the pattern of ancient times has also undergone subtle changes.
The Three Pure Ones, Jieyin and Zhunti, and other forces began to re-evaluate their status and strength, while the demon race became more united because of Nuwa's sainthood.
I quickly adjusted my mindset.
Taiqing Laozi gazed towards the Eastern Sea, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. Nuwa's ascension to sainthood was ordained by the Heavenly Dao. Although he was unwilling, he had to follow the Heavenly Dao.
Yuanshi then began to cultivate in seclusion, determined to improve his strength as soon as possible and become a saint.
Nuwa's sacred words, like the laws of Heavenly Dao, swept across the primordial Primordial Wilderness with overwhelming divine might. "Within 30,000 li, no living being may harm the human race, or else they will be an enemy of this holy being!"
Wherever the sound reached, countless restless gazes froze instantly, and all kinds of malice melted away like ice and snow meeting the sun.
She glanced one last time at the nascent, bewildered human figures on the shores of the Eastern Sea, bathed in the glow of new life, before transforming into a magnificent rainbow that stretched across the sky and returned to the Wa Huang Palace beyond the chaotic heavens.
The lingering power of the rainbow light persisted for a long time, like a sacred boundary marker, suppressing the souls of all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness.
However, the turmoil of the Primordial Wilderness did not subside with the departure of a Sage; instead, it was brewing an even more astonishing storm.
Just as the aftershocks of Nuwa's sacred voice were still echoing and trembling in the endless void, at the edge of the Eastern Sea, in the perilous wilderness where the Sea of Stars and chaos intertwined, a magnificent aura, silent for billions of years and so ancient that even time itself decayed, suddenly awakened!
Qing Huan stood atop the isolated Eye of the Ruins, with a chaotic vortex beneath his feet that devoured all things.
He clearly sensed the long-dormant Luck within his body pulsating wildly, resonating profoundly with the immense, unseen Luck of humanity.
That was the two human Luck he had obtained from Nuwa back then, using the Three Lights Divine Water and the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil as bargaining chips!
Now, this Luck like a boiling torrent, frantically crashing against the invisible chasm that lies before the Hunyuan Dao Fruit.
"The time has come, now is the moment!"
Qing Huan's eyes flashed with divine light, and he no longer hesitated.
With a single step, the chaotic turbulent currents of the primordial chaos beneath his feet instantly froze like a mirror, reflecting his solemn figure. He raised his head to the sky, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to carry the immense power of the beginning of Heaven-Opening, piercing through layers of spatial barriers and imprinting itself clearly into the depths of the consciousness of every living being in the Primordial Wilderness:
"Heavenly Dao above, I, Qing Huan, am aware that the Great Dao of the Primordial Wilderness is flawed, and all living beings are ignorant and lost, like blind men walking on the edge of an abyss!"
I hereby establish a religion named 'Yuan'! Our mission is to educate all beings and enlighten them to the profound mysteries. We will use the <Qing Yuan Immortal Scripture> to transmit the Dao and impart the Dharma, and use the Innate Eight Trigrams Disk to suppress the Luck of our religion!
The Way of the Myriad Laws Return to Origin; Engraved in the Heart of Nature take its course! Let the Heavenly Dao bear witness!
"May the Yuan religion live on forever!"
Boom!
The moment the oath was uttered, the entire Primordial Wilderness trembled violently.
This was not the kind of tremor that contained the vitality of Creation when Nuwa became a saint, but a roar that was sharp and determined, as if it wanted to tear apart all the existing shackles!
Above the Nine Heavens, the cold, indifferent Eye of the Heavenly Dao, symbolizing absolute rules, manifested even faster and more clearly than when Nuwa became a saint!
Between the opening and closing of the giant eye, the laws of Heavenly Dao manifested as countless silver snakes dancing wildly in the Purple Firmament Divine Thunder. The lightning was so intense that it turned the Primordial Wilderness world into a pale white. Every bolt of lightning seemed to cleave the sky apart!
Countless illusory stars surged forth from the depths of that giant eye, transforming into a vast galaxy that swirled and crashed around the Ruins of Return, turning that area into a dazzling yet deadly inferno of starlight!
The Western Paradise, Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
The rosary beads that the Daoist Jieyin had just picked up fell to the ground paved with seven-jeweled glazed tiles with a "thud," the golden threads snapped, and the Bodhi seeds rolled all over the ground.
His withered face twitched violently as he gazed eastward at the terrifying spectacle of interwoven stars and lightning, his lips trembling. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a single, bitterly uttered sentence:
"The Eastern Sea again... and the path to sainthood again! This Qing Huan... what deep scheming, what ruthless methods! He actually used the Luck of humanity as fuel to ignite his own path to sainthood!"
The sorrow on Daoist Zhunti's face was almost tangible as he stared intently at the phantom of the Innate Eight Trigrams Disk in the void—it was slowly rotating under the baptism of endless star lightning. With each rotation, it seemed to be devouring and sorting out the raging primordial energy of heaven and earth, transforming the chaotic power of star lightning into a stable foundation for the Yuan Sect's Luck.