Fuxi and Nuwa

Gui Ling raised her enormous head, her eyes bursting with disbelief, ecstasy, and gratitude.

This encounter today was like a dream! Not only had she bowed to a great teacher of boundless power, but she had also been bestowed such a precious treasure!

"Disciple... disciple kowtows in thanks for Teacher's grace!"

Her primordial spirit transmitted a thought trembling with excitement.

"Disciple will surely cultivate diligently without cease, transform early, live up to Teacher's kindness, and follow Teacher in seeking the Great Dao!"

She could clearly feel the immense power contained within the Dragon Binding Rope, and carefully stored both spiritual treasures into her turtle shell.

Watching Gui Ling's uncalm emotions, Qing Huan spoke gently:

"The path of cultivation values naturalness; the unseen heavens guide by fate. Forcing things only leads to losing one's original heart. Follow your original Dao heart, and opportunity will come of itself."

"Disciple will remember Teacher's instruction!"

Gui Ling's massive body sank slightly as she gathered her mind.

"Good. Cultivate well here; your teacher awaits the good news of your transformation."

Qing Huan's figure faded like ink into water, merging into the waves and spiritual energy of the South Sea, leaving no trace.

Staring at the direction where her teacher had vanished, Gui Ling's heart churned for a long time.

"Teacher... disciple will not disappoint your hopes!"

She murmured softly, retracting her head and limbs into her hard shell. The vortex of spiritual energy around her reappeared as she sank once more into the vast and profound realm of cultivation.

...Zhongnan Mountain Dao Field

Qing Huan's figure silently materialized before his cave mansion.

His divine sense swept over the giant egg (Kong Xuan) still floating quietly on the peak platform, its Five Elements Dao rhythm flowing, and the Great Peng in another cave mansion, surrounded by Yin-Yang Qi, deep in secluded cultivation. A faint, gratified smile touched his lips.

Three disciples, each with extraordinary origins and deep luck—the Great Peng bearing the legacy of the Phoenix and innate Yin-Yang Qi, Kong Xuan gestating the Five Elements origin, Gui Ling destined to connect with humanity's great merit and luck... The arrangements of the unseen truly had their wonders.

...Buzhou Mountain hinterlands, Pangu Temple.

Within the grand and ancient hall, twelve towering dharma forms sat coiled, their surging Sha Qi and blood essence nearly solidifying into substance.

Di Jiang sat in the main seat, his face resolute, his gaze like lightning sweeping over the mountain of glittering spiritual items piled in the hall—Innate Spiritual Treasures, Acquired Spiritual Treasures, and rare ores touched by innate qi, a dazzling array.

For most of this kalpa, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, claiming to be Pangu Orthodox, had relied on their unmatched physical bodies and bloodline divine abilities to sweep across nearly the entire Primordial Earth, targeting anything containing spiritual essence!

In name, it was to search for spiritual treasures matching the origins of Houtu (Earth Ancestral Witch) and Gou Mang (Wood Ancestral Witch). But the deeper purpose was a warning Di Jiang had taken from their last clash:

"Without a primordial spirit, unable to wield powerful spiritual treasures, this weakness will become a fatal disadvantage against those Innate Deities who have primordial spirits and many treasures! We must slow down other beings' acquisition of power."

"Elder Brother!"

Zhu Jiuyin's voice carried a trace of worry.

"Our clan's footprints have covered countless billions of miles around Buzhou. The spiritual items and treasures we can plunder are nearly exhausted.

If we go deeper... we will likely face the cave mansions of those deeply rooted Innate Deities, and conflict will be unavoidable."

"Hmph!"

Zhurong's body blazed with flames, his voice like thunder.

"What's there to fear? The Primordial Earth was transformed by Father God; all things belong to the Witch Clan! How is this 'plundering'?

We are merely reclaiming Father God's scattered legacy! Those beings being able to transform is already Father God's immense grace!"

"Zhurong speaks true!"

Di Jiang's eyes shot out sharp light, his aura towering over the heavens.

"We are born from Father God's essence blood, the sole masters of the Primordial Earth! What are Innate Deities?

As long as we Twelve Ancestral Witches are of one mind, our bloodlines connected, our divine abilities complementary, even Hongjun himself—we dare to fight!"

His words struck like iron, filled with absolute confidence.

Houtu's delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Naturally benevolent and caring for the living beings of the earth, she felt a vague unease and discomfort deep inside at her elder brothers' domineering plundering.

It was a faint warning from the earth's origin, as if ominous clouds were gathering in the distance, yet she could not articulate it clearly. She hugged her arms and remained silent.

...Zhongnan Mountain Cave Mansion.

Qing Huan sat cross-legged on his cushion, his mind deeply focused.

The myriad profound insights from his recent Dao discussion with the two Western greats, Jieyin and Zhunti, swirled, collided, and merged in his sea of consciousness like a vast galaxy.

The Grand Unity Dao Fruit shone brightly, continuously absorbing this wisdom, refining and perfecting his own Great Dao.

...Fengqi Mountain.

Fuxi sat cross-legged on a cloud platform, his fingers plucking the jade zither on his knee. Clear Dao Sounds washed over his mind.

The zither paused slightly. He raised his head to look beyond the mountain, a knowing smile of insight into heavenly secrets curling at his lips.

The next moment, two vast, majestic beams of golden light, carrying the imperial might of a sovereign, landed before the mountain, taking form as Di Jun and Tai Yi. Solar True Fire swirled around them, their bearing dignified and imposing.

"Daoist Friend Fuxi,"

Di Jun cupped his hands, his voice clear and resonant.

"This Seat and Tai Yi have come with a purpose—surely you, Daoist Friend, have already discerned it?"

Fuxi rose to his full height, the sound of his qin fading. He returned the gesture with a cupped hand, his demeanor unhurried:

"Di Jun, Tai Yi—you harbor grand ambitions, seeking to unite the Demon Race and establish an unparalleled legacy. I, Fuxi, am willing to devote my full strength to assist you both in this great endeavor!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Di Jun burst into hearty laughter at these words, his voice shaking the forest.

"Your art of deduction is truly unmatched across the Primordial Wilderness! With your aid, the Luck of our Demon Race will rise like the morning sun, boundless and limitless!"

From their first meeting at the Purple Firmament Palace, he had sensed Fuxi's extraordinary bearing and deep grasp of heavenly mysteries. Now, having gained his wish, joy filled his heart.

Tai Yi's gaze, however, swept past Fuxi to settle on Nuwa, who stood quietly behind him, her aura like an orchid in a secluded valley.

The phantom image of the Chaos Bell flickered faintly behind him, carrying a tone of scrutiny and invitation:

"Daoist Friend Nuwa, as an Innate Deity of the Demon Race, with deep roots and profound Dao Cultivation, why not join us at this moment of the Demon Race's rise? Share in the Luck of the Primordial Wilderness and forge the glory of our kind together?"

Fuxi immediately turned to his younger sister, speaking gently in persuasion:

"Little Sister, what Tai Yi says is true. The Luck of the Demon Race is surging, aligning perfectly with our path of cultivation. This is both the tide of the times and an opportunity."

Not long ago, when he had divined the heavenly secrets, he had seen the Demon Race's Luck blazing like oil-fed flames, unmatched for a time. Now was the perfect moment to enter the game. The future of the Demon Race held great promise—this, too, was the Great Dao he pursued.

Nuwa's gaze was clear. She looked at her elder brother, then at the soaring spirits of Di Jun and Tai Yi. She gave a slight nod, her voice crisp:

"Born of the Demon Race, it is only right that I devote myself to our kin. I will follow my brother and lend you both a hand."

"Excellent! Most excellent!"

Di Jun clapped his hands and laughed, his heroic spirit soaring.

"With the steadfast alliance of Daoist Friends Fuxi and Nuwa, our Demon Race can now truly claim the foundation to look down upon the Primordial Wilderness!"

Fuxi's wisdom and deduction, Nuwa's Creation divine ability and profound potential—these were immeasurable assets.

"Today's meeting is a rare opportunity."

Di Jun's spirits were high as he surveyed the three great beings.

"We are all pillars of the Demon Race. Why not discuss the Dao here? To cross-verify our respective Great Daos and enhance our Dao Cultivation—would that not be a delight?"