Primordial Era: Crying Nuwa at the Start, Turns Out I'm a Mythological Grand Unity

Tongtian Sect Master frowned, not entirely agreeing with Primordial Heavenly Venerate's words. Instead, he said with some emotion, "This Human Race was clearly created by Nuwa, the Demon Emperor, yet they have been repeatedly attacked by the Demon Clan and were finally saved by the Witch Clan. It's truly ironic!"

Primordial Heavenly Venerate and Laozi nodded in unison. Who could disagree?

Chapter 20: Houtu Becomes Little Miss Tu?

With the Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass's permission, Di Jiang entered the cave where it cultivated.

Initially, the Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass wasn't very fond of this guy who suddenly appeared to help it.

It was just a bit curious why this guy was helping it, as everyone knew that in the Primordial Era, everyone looked out for themselves.

So, the Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass arrogantly asked, "Why are you helping this great me?"

Di Jiang: ...

Afterward, Di Jiang said to the Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass, "Hmph! Those Demon Clan guys bully others with their power. My Witch Clan has always disliked them. Since Fellow Daoist Nine Sword has managed to anger the Demon Clan to this extent, of course I have to come and lend you a hand."

After speaking, Di Jiang patted his chest with a sincere expression.

Because of Di Jiang's words, the Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass developed a good impression of him.

It seemed Di Jiang wasn't someone who put on a false front.

Then, the two chatted for a while longer.

Di Jiang had a very forthright personality, and the Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass found it easy to get along with him.

Unlike the Three Ancestors, who always seemed like they were going to eat them. And Tongtian, who always maintained a certain air of superiority.

The Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass was rarely this happy and said directly, "I never expected to meet someone with a personality like yours, Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, in this Primordial Era. I'm truly delighted!"

Di Jiang smiled and nodded. He also deeply respected the Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass.

He never imagined that a blade of grass could actually reach such a realm!

Thinking of this, Di Jiang asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist Nine Sword, I've never heard of your name in the Primordial Era before. May I ask what your origin is?"

Nine Sword's personality was straightforward, and it directly said, "I was originally a blade of wild grass. Later, I was enlightened by my master's Great Dao and nurtured by the sun and moon, which led to my current achievements."

Speaking of this, Nine Sword felt even more gratitude and respect for Chen Sheng in its heart.

Di Jiang, upon hearing this, was slightly taken aback!

Master?

Although he had never seen this Fellow Daoist unleash their full power, seeing that they could fight against Eastern Emperor Taiyi!

From this, Di Jiang judged that Nine Sword was definitely not weaker than a late-stage Quasi-Saint.

Such cultivation was second to none in the Primordial Era and was admired by all beings!

But, such a powerful being actually had a master?

And what kind of master could nurture a blade of wild grass to reach such a realm?

Meanwhile.

Houtu was wandering alone near Shouyang Mountain.

Di Jiang was talking with the Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass, and Houtu didn't want to be around those crude fellows like Zhu Rong, so she came here to wander by herself.

Shouyang Mountain was more scenic and delicate than the Witch Clan's territory.

Houtu enjoyed the sights along the way.

At the same time.

Seeing the good weather, Chen Sheng took out a table and a lounge chair, brewed a pot of tea, and lay down on the chair.

Fanning himself, basking in the sun, and drinking tea, he was utterly at leisure!

With such a good mood, it would be a shame not to recite some poetry!

"Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern hedge, I leisurely see the southern mountains."

"Clouds gather and disperse at will, I am free and unrestrained."

"I'm drunk and wish to sleep, you may leave now; if you have the inclination tomorrow, come with your zither."

Just as Houtu was lost in the scenery of Shouyang Mountain, she suddenly heard someone speaking.

Listening closely, Houtu became somewhat entranced.

Although Houtu didn't understand that these were poems, she was captivated by the artistic conception.

Following the sound, Houtu went to investigate.

After a few steps, Houtu saw Chen Sheng lying on the lounge chair, holding a fan, gently fanning himself.

He was even squinting his eyes, reciting poetry.

Houtu was first slightly stunned, then slowly walked over.

Chen Sheng noticed someone approaching and opened his eyes.

Seeing a petite and cute young lady walking over, Chen Sheng asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, meeting is fate. May I ask where you come from?"