Feng Xi lowered his gaze. On Ancestral Witch Dijiang's luxurious carriage, a navigation prompt specially installed there announced—
The first destination of this journey, the Phoenix Perch Mountain Range, was already close!
"So soon?" Feng Xi mused. "Using the Great Luo trait of 'Endless Space-time, Eternal Freedom' to travel, twisting time and space—the speed is simply insane!"
"Honestly, if a Great Luo powerhouse personally pulled the carriage, it would genuinely surpass every mount in the world."
"Of course, hardly anyone has the status or qualifications for that."
Although the levels of strength among Great Luo cultivators were clearly divided, with enormous differences between the strong and the weak.
Even among Great Luo cultivators, the gap could be like heaven and earth—like two people born human, one a tycoon and the other a beggar.
But while wealth could differ, there was no distinction in human dignity!
A weak Great Luo could work for and serve a top-tier Great Divine Ability User, obeying their commands. Alternatively, they could be won over by a powerful figure's charisma and profound knowledge, address them as a teacher or senior, and lower themselves by half a rank to show respect.
Yet none of that included trampling a powerhouse of the same nature into the mud—that was an entirely different concept!
Whoever dared do such a thing would definitely be collectively despised by the many great powers of the Vast Primordial Era, and might even draw their hostility and murderous intent.
Those who willingly degraded themselves and sullied the supremacy and perfection of Great Luo had to be killed!
Those who humiliated others and placed themselves above Great Luo?
—Then come and face the challenge of other Great Luo cultivators!
Even when dealing with an enemy, sealing them was acceptable, and killing them was acceptable. But shackling them alive and driving them around as a mount... that went too far.
Of course, there were occasionally ways to skirt the line.
Just like now.
Ancestral Witch Dijiang had slain Qingyou Demon God and refined his Dao Fruit into an Innate Spiritual Treasure.
Then he used the treasure as a power source to control nine True Dragons at the Taiyi level and race along.
With two twists of logic, no one else could really say anything.
After all, this sort of secret exploitation and enslavement was already considerate of the weak Great Luo group's dignity... Not many people would forcefully stand up for some pitiful fellow who had lost himself and fallen into corruption, perhaps needing immeasurable ages before having any hope of returning.
Besides, when all was said and done, mounts were rather awkward things to have a use for. Feng Xi's gaze drifted back and forth over the Nine Nether Diagram. If time was truly pressing and the master had to reach a destination before a certain deadline... then the master would simply go personally. Why tolerate a mount's sluggish speed?
The master being stronger than the mount was the normal situation under ordinary circumstances.
Otherwise, if the mount rebelled and the master lacked the power to suppress it... that would be hilarious.
So here was the key—the attribute of speed was, to a great extent, linked to cultivation.
The stronger one was, the faster one ran.
Perhaps among cultivators below Great Luo, there were differences in racial traits. Someone might have poor cultivation yet possess astonishing natural speed.
But Great Luo involved control over space-time. More or less, whoever had the deeper Dao attainment could flee faster!
When matters were urgent and there was no time to spare, who would choose a slow mount?
Still, even if most of its practical usefulness has been discarded, as long as it still earns points for spectacle... that alone ensures it will never be eliminated.
It was naturally true that those with great strength could do anything.
But doing everything personally, compared to being surrounded by attendants and having countless subordinates, made one look rather pathetic.
Moreover, when two Great Divine Ability Users competed, simply rolling up their sleeves and fighting directly was ultimately inelegant. Comparing the grandeur of their entourages was also a form of soft competition.
My Witch Clan has Taiyi True Dragons and an Innate Spiritual Treasure. This combination should be invincible, right?
Wherever we go, others will have to show us respect, right?
Feng Xi stroked his chin. He felt a considerable sense of belonging toward the Witch Clan, and thus shared in the faction's honor and shame.
With the Witch Clan's shining reputation, he would also be able to hold his head high when he went out under the Witch Clan's registry in the future.
When one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer!
He sighed softly inwardly. His thoughts drifted and he had no idea what distant world they had settled upon.
Until a faint abnormality disturbed his spiritual senses.
It was a gust of wind.
It came from behind.
At first, it was almost imperceptible.
Gradually, it grew steadily stronger... A vast aura appeared alongside it in his mental perception, impossible to ignore, impossible to overlook!
Following the wind's source, Feng Xi traced it back and saw a Phoenix radiating dazzling golden light rapidly approaching!
The Witch Clan's procession was already moving at a cheat-like speed.
But that Phoenix was even faster.
Through the perspective of the nine True Dragons, Feng Xi could vaguely sense that the Golden Phoenix had also merely reached the peak of the Taiyi realm. It had not surpassed the limit and stepped into a new world.
So it's a situation similar to ours? Feng Xi pondered. An Innate Spiritual Treasure?
His hands began to itch, and his heart stirred with desire.
But Feng Xi immediately cut off that thought.
Because standing atop the Golden Phoenix was a blurred figure, surrounded and guarded by tens of millions of resplendent divine rings, making it seem like a supreme deity.
Feng Xi forced his eyes wide, yet no matter what he did, he could not see the true appearance of the being driving the Phoenix. The closer his perception drew to the figure, the more layers of space-time barriers appeared, nearly endless, stretching across his path and creating a fog that obscured all information.
He could not see clearly or peer through it.
Of course, even without obtaining a direct answer, indirect observation could still provide some clues.
Sweeping a glance from the corner of his eye, he looked toward the several Great Witches commanding the escort troops.
At this moment, the Great Witches' expressions had all become incomparably solemn as they maintained their vigilance.
An existence capable of making even the Great Witches take it seriously and prepare for battle... The answer was already obvious.
A Great Luo—and a very powerful one at that! Feng Xi understood. He ground his teeth uneasily and began to feel that the Primordial World was somewhat dangerous.
How long had it been since he left Buzhou Mountain?
And he had already witnessed three Great Luo cultivators from beyond the Witch Clan reveal themselves!
These super bosses aren't like characters in a game, obediently staying still in their assigned areas. Instead, they occasionally go out for a stroll... If they encountered an old enemy and started fighting, throwing out map-wide attacks while the shock waves swept across heaven and earth, wouldn't my little life disappear the moment I was accidentally caught in it?
The Primordial World may be vast and wonderful, but surviving here is difficult too!
Though he lamented inwardly, nothing showed on Feng Xi's face. He dutifully performed his own job, driving the carriage at full speed. As for the rest, there were professionals to handle it.
"Hm?"
Just then, a gentle, tender female voice rang out, seemingly the most beautiful sound in the world. It came from the divine figure standing atop the Phoenix.
This Witch Clan diplomatic delegation had clearly drawn her attention. When she drove the Golden Phoenix up alongside the procession, an ethereal, lofty gaze slowly swept over them, reflecting every member of the Witch Clan in her eyes.
Several Great Witches instantly tensed, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Fortunately, at the crucial moment, someone stepped forward to ease the atmosphere. Behind Feng Xi atop the carriage, Ancestral Witch Dijiang chuckled lightly. He remained seated but cupped his hands toward the distant figure and took the initiative to offer a greeting.
"Great Sage Nuwa, it has been a long time." Dijiang praised her. "Compared to back then, your cultivation seems to have advanced greatly. And your bearing and appearance are even more impressive than before?"
"Admirable, truly admirable!"
Great Sage Nuwa!
This was the supreme Great Sage who had earlier ridden a Phoenix to aid Qingyou Demon God, only to arrive a step too late, and then turned around to clean up the horrific battlefield left behind by the slaughter between the two sides!
She was greatly compassionate!
She was supremely virtuous and benevolent!
She created all living things!
She repaired the heavens and stabilized the earth!
Her merit was immeasurable, her Sage Virtue unparalleled... Every beautiful description in the world could absolutely be applied to Nuwa!
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