The Eight Views Palace was filled with the faint strains of immortal music, while purple qi rose in swirling clouds.
Taishang Laojun sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes slightly closed, Yin-Yang Taiji Daoist insights swirling around him.
He primarily cultivated Taishang Forgetfulness, advocating serenity and inaction. He rarely concerned himself with worldly affairs in the Primordial Wilderness.
But at that moment, his heart, as still as an ancient well, was stirred by a powerful resonance with the Heavenly Dao.
Laozi slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze seeming to pierce through endless space and time.
He raised his right hand and made a few calculations with his fingers. With a single thought, a Sage could know the past and future.
In an instant, everything that had recently happened to the Human Race appeared clearly in his mind.
"The Human Race has allied with the Wu Clan. Witch-Humans with Primordial Spirits have been born. The entire race has migrated to Shouyang Mountain. The Golden Core Great Dao is flourishing." Laozi murmured softly, a rare flicker of surprise crossing his usually placid face.
When he had become a Sage, he had carefully deduced the future of the Human Race.
In his original calculations, although the Human Race was a candidate to become the protagonists of Heaven and Earth, they should have been incredibly weak during the Witch-Demon Tribulation.
They would have to struggle to survive in the cracks, even suffering several near-extinction catastrophes.
As for founding the Human Teaching, he had merely followed the will of the Heavenly Dao, planting a seed among the Human Race and gaining an opportunity to become a Sage.
The survival of the Human Race itself had not been among his primary concerns.
But now, the Heavenly secrets had changed.
The Human Race had not