Watching Qin Mu and Nuwa leave, Duobao felt bitter.
I had thought that once Tongtian emerged from seclusion, I could finally put down this burden and focus on my own cultivation.
Who would have guessed that Qin Mu would hand Tongtian's sword, the Qingping Sword, straight to me?
He'd even told me to keep managing the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Sect of Interception.
"My life... is truly miserable!"
Duobao sighed helplessly. After putting away the Qingping Sword, he vanished in a flash.
Meanwhile, Qin Mu and Nuwa rode the clouds onward, soon leaving Jin'ao Island behind.
After flying for some time, Nuwa suddenly stopped atop the clouds.
"Hmm?"
Seeing this, Qin Mu furrowed his brow slightly and asked in surprise,
"Aunt Nuwa, why have we stopped?"
Nuwa looked a little awkward as she replied,
"Nephew Qin Mu, to be honest, I... I don't know where we should go."
Long ago, Nuwa had left Wa Huang Palace and begun traveling across the Primordial Land, hoping to find her opportunity to attain sainthood.
But despite all her travels, she had gained little.
In the end, it was the Heavenly Dao's unseen guidance that led her to obtain the Three Lights Divine Water from Qin Mu.
Now that they were setting out to travel across the Primordial Wilderness, Nuwa found herself at a loss, unsure where to go.
Qin Mu smiled faintly.
"Aunt Nuwa, why don't we visit the Myriad Races of the Primordial first?"
"The Myriad Races of the Primordial?"
Nuwa was startled. What she found even more astonishing was that as soon as Qin Mu said those words, the Primordial Violet Qi within her—the Foundation of the Great Dao—began to stir uncontrollably.
That reaction clearly showed that Qin Mu's words had touched upon the Saintly Way.
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