By the clear spring, Little White Dragon raised his head and shifted his form, transforming into a youthful-looking youth in a silvery-white brocade robe with delicate facial features yet a touch of juvenile spirit.
Only the lingering melancholy between his brows and the heavy emotion deep within his eyes, which clashed with his appearance, made him look somewhat peculiar.
He walked up to Fuxi and Nuwa, bowing respectfully, "Nuwa Niangniang, Lord Fuxi."
"No need for formalities," Nuwa said gently.
Both she and Fuxi took good care of this little dragon, who had a bumpy background and carried karma, yet could always utter astonishing remarks.
At the same time, they also vaguely sensed that Little White Dragon seemed to know many things he should not have known.
"Xiao Bai, have you sensed the matters of the outside world?" Fuxi asked.
Little White Dragon—or more accurately, the transmigrator Long Xiao Bai—nodded, a look of utter unsurprise appearing on his face.
"It is that East Prince Gong who has come, bringing two top-grade spiritual treasures to invite the two of you to join the Immortal Court."
"What is your view?" Fuxi asked directly.
Long Xiao Bai did not answer immediately. He walked to a corner of the cave abode, where some bamboo slips he usually used were piled up.
He picked one up, on which some symbols were recorded in crooked handwriting.
As a transmigrator, his experience was quite miserable.
Upon arriving in the Prehistoric World, the Dragon-Phoenix War was happening, and he transmigrated into a member of the dragon clan and was directly dragged to the main battlefield to fight.
He barely survived, but was also entangled by karma, his Great Luo cultivation dropping lower and lower until now he only had Golden Immortal cultivation.
Fortunately, his system arrived though late.
As long as he gave spoilers to the bound Prehistoric Great Powers, it could make the system reduce the karma on his body.
However, his system could only provide him with some outlines of the Prehistoric plot, and this Prehistoric World was not the one in his memory, featuring quite a few extra variables.
After coming to the Prehistoric World, combined with what he saw and heard, he had been trying to record and deduce, attempting to see things more clearly.
He turned to face Fuxi and Nuwa, sorted out what he wanted to say, and took a deep breath.
"That East Prince Gong has ambitions higher than the heavens, but his life... may not be as tough as he imagines."
"The Immortal Court seems glorious, but in reality its foundation is unstable, entirely tied to his single person."
"The Dao he practices... is not a grand and upright path, but rather resembles a method of plunder eager for quick success, seemingly swift, but actually with endless future troubles."
"Under the Heavenly Dao, how can such clever shortcuts be tolerated? His establishment of the Immortal Court this time, seemingly compliant with the mandate of heaven, actually... has already entered the tribulation without realizing it."
"If the two of you join at this moment, you will be tying yourselves to this large ship destined to crash into an iceberg."
Fuxi's gaze sharpened. "Destined to crash into an iceberg? How is that to be understood?"
Long Xiao Bai weighed his words; there were some things he could not say too thoroughly, as that would provoke a backlash from heavenly secrets, and his frail frame could not withstand it.
"I observe heavenly secrets and inspect fate; East Prince Gong and his Immortal Court do not have... a long-lasting destiny."
"He is far too flamboyant, yet lacks the absolute strength to suppress everything, and moreover knows nothing of the principle that 'tall trees catch the wind'."
"In the present Prehistoric World, the Witch Clan is domineering, the Demon Court is rising, and there are also many reclusive Great Powers. Who would truly submit to this so-called Head of Male Immortals of his? They are merely putting up a polite facade temporarily because of the Dao Ancestor's imperial decree and the many spiritual treasures upon him."
"Once the great tribulation truly arrives, the Immortal Court will surely become the target of public criticism."
Nuwa said thoughtfully, "You mean that joining at this moment brings more disadvantages than advantages?"
"It is a disaster, not a blessing!" Long Xiao Bai said with a certain tone. "Moreover, in my view, that East Prince Gong may not entirely trust the two of you either."
"The spiritual treasures in his hands have suspicious origins, his enhancement speed is even freakish, and his own Dao is also... well, in short, it is not a Dao worthy of trust."
"The two Niangniangs and Lord, with your profound Dao techniques and extraordinary foundations, why need to depend on others? It is better to wait and watch developments to bide the time of heaven."
He paused, recalling the plot in the "original text" where Nuwa created humans to attain sainthood and Fuxi reincarnated as the human Emperor, and added:
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"There will be great changes in the Prehistoric World. For the two of you, even greater opportunities lie ahead. Why bother muddying these waters of the Immortal Court?"
"Greater opportunities..." Fuxi and Nuwa exchanged glances, both seeing the profound meaning in each other's eyes.
They had taken in Little White Dragon initially out of pity for his burden of dragon clan karma and a sense that his spirituality was extraordinary.
Later, however, they discovered that this little fellow could often say things that seemed absurd at the time but often turned out to be true afterward, as if he could glimpse a corner of the future.
Combined with what he said at this moment and their own perception of heavenly secrets, the two already had a decisive resolution in their hearts.
"It seems this spiritual treasure, though good, is a hot potato." Nuwa gently shook her head.
Fuxi smiled faintly. "Xiao Bai is right; we have our own paths, why need to attach ourselves? However..."
A trace of calculation flashed in his eyes. "That East Prince Gong, although not someone to lean on, does not necessarily need to be completely offended at this moment either."
Nuwa understood. "Older brother means..."
Fuxi nodded, turned to look toward the cave entrance, and said in a clear voice:
"We appreciate the kind intentions of fellow Daoist East Prince Gong, and this poor Daoist and my younger sister accept them in our hearts."
"It's just that the two of us have grown used to leisure, and have no intention of participating in power struggles; we only wish to cultivate in peace here and comprehend the Great Dao."
"Although this top-grade spiritual treasure is fine, it may not align with the Dao paths of the two of us, and we dare not covet it."
"As for the affairs of the Immortal Court, fellow Daoist may fully display your grand ambitions, and we brother and sister here wish fellow Daoist in advance that the Immortal Court flourishes and the Great Dao is promising!"
The voice drifted out of the cave abode, clearly reaching the ears of East Prince Gong waiting outside.
Outside the cave abode, the expectation on East Prince Gong's face stiffened slightly, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.
Refused?
He was actually refused two top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures?
He snorted coldly in his heart, unappreciative!
Yet the other party's words were polite, and the Dao Ancestor was brought up, so it was not easy for him to flip out immediately.
"Since that is so, this seat will not force the matter."
East Prince Gong's voice also turned cold.
"Fellow Daoists Fuxi and Nuwa, take care of yourselves! May the two of you still possess such a tranquil dao field when the winds and clouds surge in the Prehistoric World another day!"
With those words, a cyan light rolled up, carrying the two spiritual treasures, and he departed without looking back.
Inside the cave abode.
Nuwa looked at Xiao Bai and said warmly, "Xiao Bai, thanks to you this time."
Long Xiao Bai hurriedly waved his hands. "Niangniang exaggerates; Xiao Bai merely spoke of what he saw and sensed, and the ones who make the decision are still the two of you."
Fuxi's gaze was profound. "The Immortal Court, the Demon Court, the Witch Clan... these muddy waters of the Prehistoric World are growing increasingly murky."
"Xiao Bai, you just cultivate here with peace of mind. As for the karma you bear, Nuwa and I will think of another way."
Long Xiao Bai felt a slight warmth in his heart and bowed again. "Thank you, Lord; thank you, Niangniang."
He retreated to the side of the clear spring, transformed back into Little White Dragon, and coiled up.
In his heart, however, he thought: the Witch-Demon War is about to begin, and East Prince Gong won't be able to hop around for much longer... and Nuwa Niangniang's opportunity of creating humans seems to be drawing near as well?
He just didn't know whether this Prehistoric World would follow his plot.
He shook his head, cast these distracting thoughts aside, and began silently running some conditioning techniques passed down to him by Fuxi to combat that bone-gnawing dragon clan karma.
And in the center of the cave abode, Fuxi and Nuwa exchanged glances, both seeing steadfastness in each other's eyes.
Not joining the Immortal Court was their shared choice.
Next was to watch developments quietly and seek their own chance of attaining the Dao in this upcoming turbulent Prehistoric era.