Preaching the Dao by the Warm Spring continued for several centuries.
Nuwa progressed from the simple to the profound, discussing the consolidation of the True Immortal Dao Fruit, the initial condensation of Golden Immortal laws, and even touching upon the Grand Unity Golden Immortal's mysteries of being unique across the myriad worlds and projecting into all the heavens.
She was completely absorbed in her lecture, and Qingxuan listened just as intently, though thoughts of lying down and leveling up would occasionally pop into his head.
Yet his awe and understanding of the Great Dao itself quietly deepened under Nuwa's careful explanations.
[So Golden Immortals have to start choosing which laws of Heaven and Earth to primarily comprehend? Then what should I choose? The Law of Sleeping? The Law of Being a Salted Fish?]
[But Master really does know a lot. Is this the foundation of Innate Divine Beings?]
Nuwa listened to these thoughts and was alternately amused and exasperated.
She could only selectively ignore the less sensible ones and focus on imparting the true essence of the Dao.
On this day, Nuwa was explaining a crucial point.
Suddenly, her voice cut off.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she looked up toward the horizon.
At almost the same moment, every living being in the entire Primordial World, regardless of cultivation level, inexplicably felt a tremendous terror and oppression well up in their hearts!
Rumble—!!!
It was not thunder, yet the immense sound rolling over from the western horizon was even deeper and more majestic than thunder, as though the entire world were wailing and trembling!
The sky instantly grew dim and indistinct. The sun and moon lost their light, while scarlet, blood-red baleful qi mixed with ink-black demonic qi surged into the heavens, dyeing the western sky a chilling dark red!
Though they were separated by an immeasurable distance, they could still sense the world-destroying energy fluctuations and the murderous aura that made their Primordial Spirits tremble!
Immediately afterward, illusory images of the three races—the dragons, phoenixes, and qilins—appeared amid mournful cries. Their bodies were shattered, and they wailed as they disintegrated inch by inch, signifying that the Three Primordial Races, which had stood in the Primordial World for countless epochs, had formally withdrawn from the stage of history. Their fortunes had declined to the absolute nadir!
The Primordial World shook, and All Spirits prostrated themselves!
Nuwa sprang to her feet, her exquisite face filled with gravity and shock.
"The West... What terrifying killing intent! And the three races... They really have declined at the same time!"
She abruptly turned to look at Qingxuan, who had also been startled awake.
His face was filled with shock.
[Holy crap! What's with this huge commotion? Has the final battle of the Dao-Devil War already begun? Is Luohu starting his self-destruct marketing campaign?]
[Judging from this, the Spiritual Veins of the West probably won't survive. Jieyin and Zhunti, those two unlucky fellows, will have plenty of work to do in the future.]
[The three races are completely finished too. Why did you all fight to the death? In the end, Hongjun got the benefit.]
[After the three races finish fighting, the Wu and Demon Races will take over. Sigh, the Primordial World really is an endlessly repeating dungeon.]
Qingxuan's thoughts were like cold annotations, accurately interpreting the upheaval taking place between Heaven and Earth!
Every word struck Nuwa's heart like a heavy hammer!
The final battle of the Dao and demons! Luohu's self-destruction! The destruction of the Spiritual Veins of the West! The decline of the three races! The Dao Ancestor merging with the Dao! The rise of the Wu and Demon Races!
All of this was exactly the same as the prophecies in the thoughts of this rebellious disciple!
If she had still held even the slightest doubt and suspicion before, then at this moment, the celestial phenomena, the aura of the calamity, and the decline of the races—all these facts as solid as iron—had completely confirmed the truth of Qingxuan's thoughts beyond any doubt!
Nuwa looked at Qingxuan, her expression complicated beyond words. There was shock, sudden understanding, and an indescribable sense of relief.
She was relieved that she had been the first person to encounter Qingxuan.
"Master... What happened?"
Qingxuan pretended not to know anything and asked cautiously.
The terrifying pressure between Heaven and Earth made the heart of this True Immortal (fake) tremble.
Although the system blocked most of the direct effects, he could still sense the atmosphere.
Nuwa took a deep breath and suppressed her turbulent emotions before speaking slowly.
"Unless something unexpected happened, Luohu and Hongjun should have fought their final battle in the West. As for the dragon, phoenix, and qilin races, their allotted fate has run out, and they have withdrawn from the stage of the Primordial World."
Her voice carried a faint, barely perceptible tremor, caused both by the terror of the calamity and by the shock of the prophecy becoming reality.
[Just as expected! The Dao-Devil War is over! Hongjun won! Next comes cleaning up the battlefield, collecting the treasures, and preparing for the Zixiao Palace masterclass!]
[Master and Big Brother-in-law have secured VIP seats! But Big Brother-in-law's unlucky journey is about to begin too.]
Nuwa: "..."
Her good mood vanished instantly because of that final sentence.
She glared at Qingxuan in annoyance. This rebellious disciple really knew exactly which sore spot to poke!
At that moment, a streak of light flew over at high speed and landed beside the spring, revealing Fuxi's figure.
The usual composure had long since vanished from Fuxi's face. Only shock and lingering fear remained, and his complexion was even slightly pale.
"Little Sister! Did you see it? The West, the three races..."
Fuxi's voice was hurried. Seeing that Nuwa and Qingxuan were both there, he quickly continued.
"Heaven and Earth changed drastically, baleful qi soared into the sky, and the heavenly secrets became completely chaotic! I forcibly performed a divination just now and saw only mountains of corpses and seas of blood, demonic flames surging into the heavens, and... the tragic sight of the three races' fortunes collapsing! It really... It really was just as..."
He stopped halfway and suddenly looked at Qingxuan, forcibly swallowing the words "just as Martial Nephew said." Yet the shock and desire for confirmation in his eyes were impossible to conceal.
Nuwa gave him a slight nod. Everything was understood without words.
After receiving confirmation, Fuxi sucked in a cold breath. When he looked at Qingxuan again, his eyes had completely changed, filled with indescribable awe and... a trace of fervor?
This was a living, breathing prophet!
He suddenly grabbed Qingxuan by the shoulders and said excitedly,
"Martial Nephew! You... You really are... Ah!"
He seemed not to know how to express himself. In the end, it became a long sigh and a forceful pat on Qingxuan's shoulder.
[Ow! Big Brother-in-law, go easy!]
[But judging from how frightened Big Brother-in-law looks, the scene of the calamity must have truly shaken him.]
[Poor Big Brother-in-law. There are even more terrifying things waiting for you in the future.]
Nuwa: "..."
Nuwa helplessly rubbed her brow.
"Elder Brother, the calamity has begun, and the heavenly secrets are obscured. This is not the time to act rashly. We should wait and observe the developments."
"Little Sister is absolutely right."
Fuxi took several deep breaths and tried to calm himself, but his eyes remained full of wariness as he looked at the blood-red sky in the West that had yet to disperse.
"Luohu, Hongjun... Such power far exceeds our imagination. After this battle, the structure of the Primordial World will be completely overturned."
"Martial Nephew, do you have any... hmm, thoughts about the Primordial World afterward?"
Qingxuan wore an utterly helpless expression.
"Martial Uncle, this disciple's cultivation is shallow. How could I rashly discuss the greater trend? I only feel that with the three races hidden away and the Primordial World so vast, new living races will surely emerge in response to the times, won't they?"
[New living races? Aren't those just the Wu and Demon brothers? One will rule the heavens and the other the earth, then they'll beat each other senseless and both end up finished.]
[But the Demon Race should still be in the preparation stage, right? Di Jun and Tai Yi are probably recruiting people everywhere and seeking investors—recruiting demons, that is. Big Brother-in-law, you're their prime target for deception! Don't fall for it! That lousy Heavenly Court is a trap!]
Nuwa's heart pounded wildly!
Wu! Demons! Ruling the heavens and earth! Beating each other senseless!
Di Jun and Tai Yi recruiting people!
The Heavenly Court was a trap!
The information was enormous and devastatingly important!
Nuwa felt cold sweat break out across her back.
A few days earlier, Di Jun and Tai Yi had indeed sent someone to deliver another jade slip to Fuxi. Their words had been earnest as they invited him to join them in "building a great enterprise together," even promising him the position of Demon Emperor!
She had seen that Fuxi was somewhat tempted. After all, according to Fuxi's divinations, those two truly possessed the aura of emperors, and their undertaking seemed to have tremendous potential.
But now...
"That lousy Heavenly Court is a trap"!
She could not let Fuxi jump into it.
If someone else had said this, Nuwa would have dismissed it with a sneer.
But since it had come from this rebellious disciple who could foresee the future, she had no choice but to believe it!
Especially after just witnessing a prophecy come true!
Nuwa's expression grew solemn as she used a secret technique to relay Qingxuan's thoughts to Fuxi.
After listening, Fuxi's expression changed several times before he finally gave Qingxuan a solemn bow.
Qingxuan's offhand remark might have saved countless years of his bitter cultivation, or even his life!
Qingxuan was startled and hurriedly dodged aside.
"Martial Uncle, you're flattering me! This disciple didn't say anything!"
[What's going on? I was just making a random guess. Why did Big Brother-in-law suddenly give me such a grand salute?]
[Did he imagine something incredible? Is Big Brother-in-law's train of thought really that wild?]
Nuwa: "..."
There it was again.
After this earth-shaking upheaval, Fuxi had no inclination to stay any longer. He needed to return immediately and reassess his relationship with the two figures on the Sun Star, as well as consider the path ahead.
He cast Qingxuan another grateful look before hurriedly departing.
Only Nuwa and Qingxuan remained beside the spring.
The celestial phenomena gradually subsided, but the grim and desolate aura left behind by the calamity continued to linger between Heaven and Earth.
Nuwa gazed toward the West in silence for a long time before speaking softly.
"Under the calamity, all are ants. Even the mighty three races, or even the Demon Ancestor and Dao Ancestor, cannot transcend it."
Her tone carried a trace of confusion and awe toward the Great Dao.
Qingxuan looked at his Master's slender figure, which nonetheless bore Heaven's mandate, and for once, he did not make a sarcastic comment in his heart.
[That's right. The Primordial World is too dangerous. Without strength, even being a salted fish isn't safe.]
[Even after Master becomes a Sage in the future, she still won't be able to escape schemes.]
[Forget it. I shouldn't think about it so much. Lying down and leveling up as quickly as possible is the true path. At the very least, when trouble comes, I have to protect Nuwa, my Master.]
Hearing these thoughts, Nuwa paused slightly and turned to look at Qingxuan. He was gazing into the distance, his eyes unusually serious.
This rebellious disciple... seemed not to be entirely a salted fish after all. He had his own plans.
A subtle warmth flowed through her heart.
The coldness and cruelty of the calamity seemed to be dispelled somewhat by this little bit of concern.
"The calamity has passed, and Heaven and Earth have been reshaped. This is also a new opportunity."
Nuwa's voice returned to its usual calm, though it held a little more gentleness and warmth.
"Cultivate diligently and do not slack off. Only by becoming powerful yourself can you establish a foothold in this Primordial World."
"Yes, Master!"
Qingxuan nodded vigorously.
[Understood! To lie down more comfortably, I must have real strength!]
Nuwa: "..."
The small amount of comfort she had just felt vanished instantly.
She helplessly shook her head. As she watched her disciple lie back down on the blue stone and begin "cultivating diligently" once more, the corners of her lips nevertheless curved upward in an extremely faint smile.
In this vast Primordial World, with him by her side, it seemed that life would not be too boring after all.
The gloom of the calamity gradually dispersed, and the Dao Field at Fengqi Mountain returned to its former peace and tranquility. Yet, under the confirmation brought by this tremendous change in Heaven and Earth, the relationship between master and disciple had unknowingly drawn much closer.
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