Spoiler Little White Dragon

By a clear spring, Little White Dragon raised his head, his form swaying as he transformed into a young man with delicate features, wearing a silver-white brocade robe.

However, the lingering melancholy between his brows and the gravity in the depths of his eyes that did not match his appearance made him seem somewhat peculiar.

He walked up to Fuxi and Nuwa and respectfully bowed, "Empress Nuwa, Lord Fuxi."

"No need for formalities," Nuwa said gently.

She and Fuxi were quite fond of this little dragon, who had a difficult life, carried Karma, but always managed to say surprising things.

At the same time, they also vaguely sensed that Little White Dragon seemed to know many things he shouldn't.

"Xiao Bai, have you sensed what's happening outside?" Fuxi asked.

Little White Dragon—or, more accurately, the Transmigrator Long Xiao Bai—nodded, a look of complete expectation on his face:

"It's East Prince Gong. He's here with two Top-grade Spiritual Treasures, inviting you both to join the Immortal Court."

"What do you think?" Fuxi asked directly.

Long Xiao Bai didn't answer immediately. He walked to a corner of the cave, where some bamboo slips he usually used were piled up.

He picked up one, with some crookedly written symbols recorded on it.

As a Transmigrator, his experience could be considered quite miserable.

He had just arrived in the Great Desolation when the Dragon-Phoenix War broke out. As a dragon, he was directly grabbed to fight on the main battlefield.

He barely survived, but he was also burdened with Karma. His Grand Unity cultivation level dropped again and again, and now he only had the cultivation of a Golden Immortal.

Fortunately, his System arrived late but surely.

As long as he spoiled the plot for the bound Great Power of the Great Desolation, the System could reduce the Karma on him.

However, his System could only provide him with some outlines of the Great Desolation plot. This Great Desolation was not the Great Desolation in his memory, and there were many variables.

After arriving in the Great Desolation, he combined what he had seen and heard and had been trying to record and deduce, trying to see more clearly.

He turned to face Fuxi and Nuwa, thought about what he wanted to say, and took a deep breath:

"East Prince Gong has a heart higher than the heavens, but his fate... may not be as tough as he thinks."

"The Immortal Court looks glamorous, but its foundation is unstable, and it all depends on him."

"The Great Dao he cultivates... is not a proper path, but more like a quick and opportunistic method of plunder. It seems rapid, but it has endless hidden dangers."

"Under the Heavenly Dao, how can such trickery be allowed? His establishment of the Immortal Court seems to be in accordance with the will of heaven, but in reality... he has entered the tribulation without realizing it."

"If you two join at this moment, you will be tied to this big ship that is destined to crash into an iceberg."

Fuxi's eyes narrowed, "Destined to crash into an iceberg? What do you mean?"

Long Xiao Bai carefully chose his words. He couldn't say some things too clearly, as that would cause a backlash from the heavenly secrets, and his small body couldn't bear it:

"I observe the heavenly secrets and examine the luck. East Prince Gong and his Immortal Court's fate... will not be long."

"He is too flamboyant, and he does not have the absolute strength to suppress everything, nor does he know the principle of 'a tree that stands out in the forest will be blown down by the wind.'"

"Now in the Great Desolation, the Witch Clan is overbearing, the Demon Court is rising, and there are many hidden Great Powers. Who would truly submit to him, this so-called Head of Male Immortals? It's just that they are temporarily feigning compliance due to the Dao Ancestor's decree and the many Spiritual Treasures on him."

"Once the great tribulation truly arrives, the Immortal Court will be the target of public criticism."

Nuwa thoughtfully said, "You mean, joining at this moment will bring more harm than good?"

"It's a disaster, not a blessing!" Long Xiao Bai said with certainty, "Moreover, in my opinion, that East Prince Gong may not completely trust you two."

"The origin of the Spiritual Treasures in his hand is suspicious, and his speed of improvement is even more bizarre. His own Great Dao is also... well, in short, it's not a path to entrust oneself to."

"Empress and Lord, you both have profound Dao techniques and extraordinary origins. Why do you need to live under someone else's roof? It's better to wait and see and wait for the opportune moment."

He paused, remembering Nuwa creating humans and becoming a saint and Fuxi reincarnating as the Human Race's Heavenly Emperor in the "original work," and added:

"The Great Desolation will undergo great changes. For you two, there will be even greater opportunities ahead. Why bother wading into the muddy waters of this Immortal Court?"

"Greater opportunities..." Fuxi and Nuwa exchanged a look, both seeing the deep meaning in each other's eyes.

They took in Little White Dragon, initially out of pity for him carrying the Karma of the Dragon Race, and also because they felt that he had extraordinary spirituality.

Later, they discovered that this little guy could often say things that seemed absurd, but often came true afterward, as if he could glimpse a corner of the future.

Combining what he said at this moment and their perception of the heavenly secrets, the two had already made a decision in their hearts.

"It seems that this Spiritual Treasure, although good, is too hot to handle," Nuwa gently shook her head.

Fuxi smiled slightly, "Xiao Bai is right. We have our own paths, so why do we need to cling to others? However..."

A hint of calculation flashed in his eyes, "Although East Prince Gong cannot be relied upon, there is no need to completely offend him at this moment."

Nuwa understood, "Brother means..."

Fuxi nodded, turned to look in the direction of the cave entrance, and said loudly:

"East Prince Gong, Fellow Daoist, your kindness is appreciated by this poor Daoist and my sister."

"It's just that we two are used to being idle and have no intention of participating in power struggles. We just want to cultivate quietly here and comprehend the Great Dao."

"This Top-grade Spiritual Treasure, although good, may not be compatible with our Dao paths. We dare not be greedy."

"As for the Immortal Court, fellow Daoist, you can certainly realize your grand ambitions. My sister and I will be here to wish you in advance, may the Immortal Court flourish and the Great Dao be within reach!"

The voice echoed out of the cave dwelling, clearly reaching the ears of East Prince Gong, who was waiting outside.

Outside the cave dwelling, the anticipation on East Prince Gong's face froze slightly, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

Rejection?

They actually rejected two Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures?

He snorted coldly in his heart, they don't know what's good for them!

But since the other party's words were polite and they had invoked the Dao Ancestor, he couldn't immediately turn hostile.

"Since that's the case, this seat won't force it."

East Prince Gong's voice also turned cold.

"Fuxi and Nuwa, two fellow Daoists, take care. I hope that when the Great Desolation is in turmoil one day, you two will still have such a tranquil Daoist sanctuary!"

With that, a cyan light swept out, taking the two spiritual treasures with him, and he left without looking back.

Inside the cave dwelling.

Nuwa looked at Long Xiao Bai and said softly, "Xiao Bai, thank you for this."

Long Xiao Bai quickly waved his hand, "Empress, you're too kind. Long Xiao Bai only spoke of what he saw and felt, the decision ultimately rested with you two."

Fuxi's gaze was profound, "The Immortal Court, the Demon Court, the Witch Clan... the waters of the Great Desolation are getting murkier and murkier."

"Xiao Bai, you should cultivate here in peace. As for the Karma you carry, Nuwa and I will find another way."

Long Xiao Bai felt a warmth in his heart and bowed again, "Thank you, Lord, thank you, Empress."

He retreated to the edge of the clear spring, transforming back into the Little White Dragon and coiling up.

In his heart, he thought: The Witch Clan-Demon Court war is about to begin, East Prince Gong won't be able to jump around for long... and Empress Nuwa's opportunity to create humans seems to be approaching as well?

He just didn't know if this Great Desolation would follow his script.

He shook his head, casting aside these distracting thoughts, and began to silently circulate some of the conditioning methods that Fuxi had taught him, to resist the Dragon Clan Karma that was like a maggot clinging to bone.

In the center of the cave dwelling, Fuxi and Nuwa exchanged a glance, seeing the firmness in each other's eyes.

Not joining the Immortal Court was their shared choice.

Next, they would observe the situation and seek their own opportunity to prove the Great Dao in this upcoming chaotic world of the Great Desolation.