Return to the Dao Field

Looking at Fengqi Mountain's Dao Field, which had not changed in the slightest, a trace of nostalgia flashed through Qingxuan's eyes.

Time in the Primordial World was truly worthless. Qingxuan had gone out traveling once, and nearly one hundred thousand years had already passed.

I wonder if Master missed me after not seeing me for so long?

Qingxuan's voice, which Nuwa had not heard for nearly one hundred thousand years, rang in her ears once more.

Nuwa, who was comprehending the Law of Creation, instantly opened her eyes.

Her beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with excitement, longing, worry, and a faint, almost imperceptible grievance.

The moment Qingxuan entered the Dao Field, his vision blurred, and he instantly appeared inside Nuwa's palace.

Nuwa was secretly shocked. She had suddenly acted to teleport Qingxuan into the palace, but she had not expected that she would almost fail to move him. With no choice, she could only increase the output of her magical power before finally succeeding in teleporting him. And that was under the condition that Qingxuan had not resisted.

What level had this rebellious disciple reached?

To give Nuwa a surprise, Qingxuan had voluntarily opened the concealment formation, causing Nuwa to be completely unable to see through his cultivation realm.

"Master, I'm back."

I didn't expect Master to miss me so much. The moment I came back, she pulled me into the palace.

We haven't seen each other for so long. Will Master give me a big hug? I'm looking forward to it...

Listening to this familiar, somewhat unreliable inner voice, Nuwa felt a wave of reassurance in her heart, as if the missing piece had been restored. The corners of her mouth involuntarily curved upward.

"You rebellious disciple, you were gone for so long and didn't even know to send a message back."

There was a faint trace of grievance in Nuwa's voice.

Qingxuan immediately put on an ingratiating smile.

"Master, please don't be angry. I obtained a great opportunity this time, so my seclusion lasted a little longer."

Nuwa was somewhat curious and carefully examined Qingxuan, but with the concealment formation in place, she could not see anything at all.

"Rebellious disciple, what level is your cultivation at now? You didn't neglect your cultivation, did you?"

Qingxuan smiled mysteriously.

"Master, don't be too surprised."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and concealed the heavenly secrets above Fengqi Mountain.

Nuwa curiously watched Qingxuan's actions. The next moment, she stood up from the cloud bed in shock.

Qingxuan's entire body suddenly radiated dazzling light. The Grand Unity Three Flowers appeared above his head, their rounded petals blooming at twelve grades as Dao Charm flowed around them.

The aura of a perfected Grand Unity Golden Immortal, faintly on the verge of breaking through, radiated from Qingxuan's body.

Nuwa looked at Qingxuan in disbelief.

Grand Unity flowers blooming at twelve grades had never appeared in the Primordial World before.

Even the Three Pure Ones, whose origins came from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, had only produced Grand Unity flowers blooming at ten grades.

Nuwa's flowers had bloomed at only nine grades, yet she already possessed the aptitude to become a Sage.

For the remaining Grand Unity Golden Immortals, being able to reach seven-grade Three Flowers was already excellent.

Yet Qingxuan's flowers had bloomed at twelve grades. Perhaps only Great God Pangu could possess twelve-grade Grand Unity flowers.

When Qingxuan had left, he had only been a perfected Grand Unity Golden Immortal. Yet in less than one hundred thousand years, he had already reached the perfected Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm. If this cultivation speed were made public, it would probably frighten a whole group of people to death.

Nuwa suddenly remembered Qingxuan's outrageously rebellious statement. Looking at things now, she really might soon be surpassed by this rebellious disciple.

Could it be that she would really have to give birth to ten children for this rebellious disciple then?

Watching Nuwa go from shock to a flushed face, no one knew what she had been thinking about.

Qingxuan put away the Grand Unity Three Flowers and restrained his aura.

"How was that, Master?"

Qingxuan looked at Nuwa proudly.

What could Nuwa say? Even if it went against her wishes, she could not say that Qingxuan had delayed his cultivation.

Nuwa rolled her eyes at Qingxuan and changed the subject.

"Tell me what you experienced while you were out this time."

Qingxuan nodded, stepped forward, and sat beside Nuwa on the cloud bed. He reached out and took her small hand.

Nuwa glared fiercely at Qingxuan but did not refuse, simply allowing him to toy with her jade-like hand.

Qingxuan chuckled inwardly and began recounting what he had encountered along the way.

"I first went to Buzhou Mountain. At Buzhou Mountain, I saw..."

It took Qingxuan quite a long time to finish recounting the experiences from this journey.

Nuwa was already dumbfounded.

A phantom of Pangu, the thirteen Ancestor Witches of the Witch Race, Houtu's Primordial Spirit, and the Wood and Grass Race pledging allegiance...

This rebellious disciple's luck was truly heaven-defying.

These were things that ordinary people would not even dare to imagine, yet they had all happened to Qingxuan. Aside from his heaven-defying luck, Nuwa truly could not find any other explanation.

Only after a long while did Nuwa come back to her senses.

"So you're saying that you now possess the bloodline of Great God Pangu and have also learned Great God Pangu's Three Styles of Heaven Opening?"

Qingxuan nodded.

"You also helped Houtu give birth to a Primordial Spirit and were honored by the Witch Race as the Thirteenth Ancestor Witch?"

Qingxuan nodded again.

"You also subdued the Wood and Grass Race, and they acknowledged you as their master?"

Qingxuan nodded once more.

Nuwa finally digested this massive amount of information.

Then she looked at Qingxuan with some worry.

"You know that the Witch Race is the protagonist of this tribulation. Why did you get involved as well?"

As someone who had personally witnessed the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation, Nuwa had an exceptionally deep understanding of how terrifying tribulations were.

The fate of the three races was right there before them. Now that Qingxuan had actually become involved, Nuwa truly could not feel at ease.

Qingxuan could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

"I had no choice. The Witch Race offered too much."

As he spoke, he took out the gifts he had brought Nuwa from the Witch Race's treasury.

A pile of five-colored treasure light appeared before them. Innate Spiritual Treasures of every level were present, all of them suitable for female cultivators.

Nuwa was moved, not because of these treasures, but because Qingxuan had kept her in his thoughts at all times.

"I obtained an opportunity from Great God Pangu, so naturally I have to help the Witch Race survive the great tribulation."

"Master need not worry too much. I have already thought of a way. Perhaps when the time comes, it may even help with your Becoming a Sage."

Seeing the worry on Nuwa's face, Qingxuan could not help pulling her into his embrace.

Nuwa's body stiffened for an instant before returning to normal. She did not resist, simply leaning against Qingxuan's chest.

"As long as you know what you're doing. If there's anything you need your master's help with, just ask. I'm a late-stage Primordial Origin Golden Immortal now, and my comprehension of the Law of Creation has already surpassed eighty percent."

Qingxuan was shocked. Since entering, he had been caught up in his affectionate reunion with Nuwa and had not noticed her cultivation.

Only after observing her did he discover that an aura of Creation permeated Nuwa's body, clearly showing that her comprehension of the law had reached mastery.

It seemed that Nuwa truly was the best inheritor of the Great Dao of Creation. Cultivating Hongjun's Slaying Three Corpses technique had completely wasted Nuwa's aptitude.

At that moment, Nuwa seemed to remember something. Her jade-like hand fiercely pinched Qingxuan's waist.

Even though Qingxuan's physical body was comparable to that of a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, he still winced in pain when caught off guard.

Nuwa broke free from Qingxuan's embrace and looked at him coldly.

"Is Houtu prettier, or am I prettier?"

Cold sweat instantly covered Qingxuan's forehead, and his Primordial Spirit frantically sounded the alarm.

As expected, regardless of whether they were goddesses or not—even future Sages would always be prone to comparison, especially women of similar status and standing.

Qingxuan gave a dry laugh, trying to muddle through.

"Master and Sister Houtu each have their own beauty. Both are famous goddesses of the Primordial World. But in my heart, Master will always be the most important and the most special."

Nuwa rolled her eyes at Qingxuan. The corners of her mouth curved slightly upward, and she did not pursue the matter any further.