Primordial: Starting by Scrapping with Nuwa!

Bai Chen's expression was somewhat awkward—had this Great God Bai Chen ever told a lie? He couldn't recall doing so.

"Bai Chen, whether what you say is true or false, I must go to the Western Primordial Era. I have already sensed that the Western Primordial Era is where my opportunity to prove the Dao lies. If I miss this chance and Ancestor Dragon or First Qilin seize it to prove the Dao successfully, my Phoenix Clan is finished!" Yuan Feng rubbed Bai Chen's belly. Though she couldn't confirm the truth of his words, she knew this Big Lazy Cat meant well. She hadn't raised him for so many epochs for nothing.

"What opportunity to prove the Dao? It's clearly your mind being clouded by Calamity Qi!" Bai Chen sneered mockingly. The term 'opportunity to prove the Dao' had tricked countless great beings of the Primordial Era into ruin. How many innate primordial powers had fallen, their bodies and Dao extinguished, chasing after such a chance? Bai Chen had cultivated for so many epochs with one principle: enjoy first, worry later. Proving the Dao was secondary. As an Innate Divine Beast with endless lifespan, he could just find a powerful backer to coast by on!

"Forget it, this Great God knew I couldn't talk you out of it." Bai Chen sighed helplessly. He had considered when he came that persuading Yuan Feng might be impossible. After all, who among those fated to face a Tribulation could ever escape it? Even Ancestor Hongjun had been thoroughly ruined by Calamity Qi, ultimately abandoning the path of Proving Immortal Dao to instead pursue Proving Heavenly Dao.

"But let this Great God remind you: once the eight beast generals, Ri Biao and the others, appear, run immediately. Because Ri Biao and his seven companions are now Luohu's Eight Great Protectors. After they show up, Ancestor Luohu himself will follow soon. If Ancestor Luohu has already appeared, don't even think about fighting him. His former self was a Chaos Demon God wielding the Demonic Dao Law. His current cultivation surpasses yours, and he possesses the baleful divine treasure God-Slaying Spear and the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation..."

According to what Bai Chen knew, in the original course of that great battle in the Western Primordial Era, Yuan Feng had managed to escape back to Phoenix Perch Mountain, but Ancestor Luohu had severely wounded her. Yuan Feng's cultivation fell from the Half-step Dao Proving realm, and even consuming countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures couldn't suppress her injuries; her cultivation kept plummeting. As for the Phoenix Clan, it was even worse—all the elites sent to the Western Primordial Era perished, with only a few elders and Yuan Feng escaping.

Chapter 11: Tricking Houtu and Xuanming into Working!

"Alright, I've remembered your words. If it really happens as you say, I'll run at the first moment, okay?" Yuan Feng agreed, pinching Bai Chen's cheek affectionately. Still, she felt a bit dissatisfied—this Big Lazy Cat before her was a clone, not his True Body, and the difference in feel was too great.

Buzhou Mountain...

Bai Chen leaped out of Nuwa's embrace, clenching his small fists and grinding his teeth: "Those damned bastards, how dare they kill this Great God's clone. This Great God swears I'll make them wish they were dead, make them pay a thousandfold, ten thousandfold!" Since meeting Yuan Feng, Bai Chen had never suffered such a loss. He couldn't swallow this anger.

"Little White, don't be mad, you're all bristled!" Nuwa saw Bai Chen's fur standing on end and quickly smoothed it down—bristled fur didn't look good at all.

"Nuwa, this Great God is going to seek opportunities to raise my strength. In a while, I'll settle accounts with those beasts!" Bai Chen said, then dashed out of Nuwa's Dao field to search for opportunities. Nuwa watched him go, feeling helpless. Still, she thought it was good that Bai Chen was willing to seek opportunities and improve himself—better than sleeping all day.

Bai Chen, holding the fragment of the Jade Disk of Creation, quickly found a Secret Realm and began cracking its restrictions. "This restriction is so tough—there must be something good inside!" He spent a long time but only managed to break through a small part. Bai Chen was sure there was something valuable within. After all, the stronger the restriction, the better the treasure inside.

"I need to find a helper." Bai Chen ultimately decided to get assistance. Working alone, who knew when he'd crack it? He hesitated between asking Nuwa or the sisters Houtu and Xuanming. After some thought, he settled on Houtu and Xuanming—the two were naive and easy to manipulate. Moreover, as Ancestral Witches, they cultivated only laws and physical bodies, not Primordial Spirits, so they couldn't activate innate spiritual treasures or Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures. If the Secret Realm contained spiritual treasures, these two witches wouldn't compete with him. But if he called Nuwa over, she might just pocket this Great God Bai Chen's opportunity. Having made up his mind, Bai Chen flew straight toward the main peak of Buzhou Mountain.

White arrived outside Pangu Hall, gazing at it. Truth be told, it wanted to charge inside and pack up the Pangu Blood Pool to take away.

But its strength simply wouldn't allow it. Knowing full well that the Pangu Blood Pool and endless Pangu Essence Blood lay within Pangu Hall, yet being powerless to act—that feeling truly stung.

"Houtu, Xuanming, This Great God has come to play with you."

White bellowed toward Pangu Hall. Before long, the sisters Xuanming and Houtu emerged from within.

Xuanming scooped White up, meeting its eyes as she asked:

"Lazy cat, why aren't you sleeping at Nuwa's Dao Field today? What brings you to us on your own?"

If Xuanming remembered correctly, this was the first time in all these eons at Buzhou Mountain that White had voluntarily come to Pangu Hall to seek them out.

As the saying went, one didn't visit Pangu Hall without reason. This lazy cat skipping its nap at Nuwa's Dao Field to come find them sisters definitely had something up its sleeve.

White wriggled free of Xuanming's clutches, leaped onto her shoulder, and tugged at her ear bun, saying:

"Xuanming, let This Great God correct you—that's not called sleeping, it's called Dao Proving in Dream!"

How could matters of White the Great God Bai Chen be called sleeping? It was Dao Proving in Dream!

White thought the one who invented Dao Proving in Dream was a true genius.

"And did you succeed in proving the Dao?"

Xuanming pried White off her shoulder and shot the lazy cat a glare with her beautiful eyes, leaving the meaning for it to figure out on its own.

"Just a little short, and This Great God would have succeeded!"

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Even if it was about to be exposed, the momentum of White the Great God Bai Chen absolutely could not falter.

Xuanming was utterly speechless. She wanted to know just how thick this lazy cat's face was, to spout nonsense without even flinching.

Houtu couldn't stop giggling, covering her mouth. She had to admit, White was truly amusing.

"Xuanming, Houtu, This Great God invites you to eat Xun Grass—it's good for beauty!"

White quickly changed the subject, pulling out two handfuls of Xun Grass and handing them to Xuanming and Houtu, then taking out a bunch for itself to munch on.

When the one cat and two witches had eaten their fill, Xuanming suddenly spoke up:

"Lazy cat, out with it. What help do you want from us sisters?"

Xuanming could guarantee White had something going on. This fat cat voluntarily coming to Pangu Hall to find them was already abnormal.

And now treating them to Xun Grass—that was far too suspicious.

"Little White, did Fuxi bully you?"

A long time ago, Houtu had started calling White by its nickname, just like Nuwa.

Houtu had long heard from Nuwa that White and Fuxi didn't get along.

She figured White must have been bullied by Fuxi, since White's cultivation was far weaker than Fuxi's.

"Lazy cat, if Fuxi bullied you, tell This Ancestral Witch, and I'll cripple him."

Xuanming also thought White had been bullied by Fuxi and had come to ask for help getting revenge.

After all, she herself had never even gotten to punch this fat cat. If Fuxi dared to bully it, he'd better watch out.

Fuxi: Wrongfully accused!

Though This Seat found White unpleasant to look at, White always hid at Nuwa's place, so he never found a chance to bully it either!

"It's not a big favor—just use your Ancestral Witch Power to help This Great God break a restriction on a Secret Realm."

"Don't refuse, because we're friends, and you already ate This Great God's Xun Grass."

White started leading the way, taking Xuanming and Houtu to the place where it had discovered the Secret Realm.

Halfway there, White suddenly turned its head to look at Xuanming and Houtu, saying:

"Of course, if you two have time to beat up Fuxi, that would be even better!"

White knew Fuxi had a grudge against it, and it had a grudge against Fuxi too.

As the saying went, strike first to gain the upper hand; strike later and suffer the consequences.

White figured that for its own safety, it was better to get Xuanming and Houtu to beat up Fuxi first.

As for Xuanming and Houtu's strength, White had considerable faith in it.

At this time, Ancestor Hongjun had not yet proven the Dao, had not preached at Purple Cloud Palace, nor passed down the Quasi-Saint method.

The vast majority of Innate Deities and Innate Divine Beasts were relatively weak, and Fuxi was among them.

Plus, Fuxi's companion treasure—the Fuxi Qin—was only a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, not a primarily offensive one, so its killing power was limited.

Thus, Fuxi's strength absolutely could not break through Xuanming and Houtu's Ancestral Witch bodies, nor harm them.

Moreover, based on what White knew, though Xuanming ranked eleventh among the Ancestral Witches, her combat power could make the top five.