Nuwa Becomes a Saint! Hongjun's Purple Qi Cannot Be Sent Out

At the East Sea Shore, heaven and earth changed color.

The moment Nuwa placed that Chaos Green Lotus Seed into her mouth, the entire Primordial World sensed a suffocating pressure.

The sun and moon lost their light.

The stars hid themselves.

The originally azure sky was instantly shrouded by a thick layer of Mysterious Yellow Qi, and monstrous waves surged across the sea, only to freeze mid-air, as if time itself had come to a halt.

It was the Heavenly Dao responding.

It was the Great Dao resonating.

Rumble.

A thunderclap rang out from the Nine Heavens, and that surging Merit Golden Cloud finally erupted completely.

Countless layers of Mysterious Yellow clouds spun and compressed wildly, eventually condensing into a golden dragon ten thousand zhang long, its head held high, its body coiling, its scales flashing with blinding golden light, carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth as it dove straight toward Nuwa.

The golden dragon spiraled around Nuwa, wrapping her layer by layer.

The dazzling golden light was so intense it stung the eyes, illuminating the sea for ten thousand li as if it were daylight. The fish, shrimp, crabs, and shellfish that had been hiding at the seabed all floated to the surface, prostrating themselves toward the source of the light.

Zhunti instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes, his mouth gaping wide enough to swallow an egg, the sweat on his bald head evaporated into white mist by the golden light.

"Is this the celestial phenomenon of becoming a Saint?"

He had lived for eons and witnessed countless wonders, yet he had never seen such a magnificent spectacle.

Every time the golden dragon coiled, it stirred up a storm of laws, tearing countless cracks in the surrounding void, which healed themselves the next moment, cycling over and over, as if heaven and earth themselves were making way for this moment.

Jieyin was equally stunned, his Prayer Beads forgotten in his hand, his perpetually sorrowful face showing rare signs of daze.

He could sense the terrifying energy contained within that golden dragon—power enough to annihilate any Perfected Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal—yet it now circled Nuwa docilely, like the most loyal guardian.

"So this is attaining Sainthood through Merit..."

Jieyin murmured to himself, his eyes filled with longing.

Taiyuan stood to the side, hands tucked into his sleeves, watching the graceful figure shrouded in golden light, a satisfied smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

It was done.

The power of the Chaos Lotus Seed had perfectly merged with the Merit, and that Chaos origin, surpassing the Heavenly Dao, was now surging wildly within Nuwa's body.

This seed contained not an opportunity for Sainthood granted by the Heavenly Dao, but a Chaos force purer and closer to the source of the Great Dao than Primordial Violet Qi. It required no approval from the Heavenly Dao—it was itself an existence above the Heavenly Dao.

With it as a medium, the Merit that had once had no outlet finally found its way, flooding into Nuwa's meridians and dantian like a burst dam, absorbed and transformed by the Chaos force.

The bottleneck within Nuwa that had been stuck at Perfected Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was shattered like paper.

Quasi-Saint.

Her aura instantly skyrocketed, the pressure distorting the surrounding space, seawater boiling and evaporating into billowing white mist that rose into the sky.

Mid Quasi-Saint.

The golden dragon let out a high-pitched roar, its body contracting to pour even more Merit into Nuwa. The golden light grew ever more brilliant, beginning to spread outward.

Late Quasi-Saint.

Rumbles echoed across heaven and earth as laws reorganized and the Great Dao made way for the newborn Saint. Countless laws of heaven and earth surged toward Nuwa like pilgrims, forming a massive vortex of laws around her.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

Nuwa's aura climbed to a critical point, the pressure so intense that even Zhunti and Jieyin found it hard to breathe, forcing them to step back and summon their Magic Treasures for protection.

The newly born Human Race could not withstand this pressure either, falling to their knees on the sandy shore, trembling yet filled with reverence, prostrating themselves toward their mother in the most primal way.

"Mother..."

Their childish voices were full of awe and worship.

Boom.

A deafening roar erupted from within Nuwa's body.

It was the sound of the bottleneck shattering completely, the echo of the Great Dao's recognition, the proclamation of a newborn Saint's birth.

Radiant Saintly Might burst forth from Nuwa, its brilliance illuminating half the Primordial World.

On Mount Kunlun in the east, the Three Pure Ones opened their eyes simultaneously, their faces filled with shock.

Within the Sun Star, Di Jun and Tai Yi exchanged glances, a flicker of wariness in their eyes.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the Twelve Ancestral Witches looked up, their Sha Qi surging wildly.

Countless living beings sensed this Saintly Might and prostrated themselves toward the East Sea, murmuring prayers, begging for the Saint's protection.

Primordial Saint.

Nuwa had succeeded.

She had become the second Saint since Pangu created the world, following Hongjun.

The Saintly light gradually faded, and Nuwa slowly opened her eyes.

Those once lively, beautiful eyes were now even deeper, as if containing an entire world—one glance could see through the origin of all things, perceiving past and future.

Her aura had condensed to its absolute limit. Though she stood there plainly, she gave the illusion of merging with heaven and earth—as if she were part of this world, and yet as if this entire world lay within her grasp.

This was a Saint.

Transcending heaven and earth, immortal and indestructible, unmarred by countless kalpas.

Even the Heavenly Dao could not easily erase the existence of a Saint.

Nuwa lowered her head to look at her own hands, feeling the vast, ocean-like power surging within her body. Her eyes brimmed with disbelief.

She had truly become a Saint.

And in a way that completely defied expectations—circumventing Hongjun's schemes, bypassing the Heavenly Dao's arrangements, forging a path entirely her own.

She turned to look at Taiyuan. Her eyes, overflowing with gratitude, also carried a trace of complex emotion.

This man had given her too much.

From the initial guidance, to the Human Creation Whip and the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, and finally to this priceless Chaos Green Lotus Seed.

Each item was a supreme treasure that would drive the great powers of the Primordial World to fight tooth and nail, yet he had given them to her without the slightest hesitation.

"Thank you."

Two simple words, yet they bore an immense weight.

Taiyuan waved his hand, his expression as carefree as drifting clouds and gentle winds, as if what he had just given away was not some earth-shattering treasure but an ordinary piece of candy.

"It's a deal, no need to be polite."

"You become a Saint, I become the Saint Master—each gets what they need."

He said it lightly, his tone even carrying a hint of laziness, as if helping someone become a Saint was just another day's work for him.

Nuwa stared at his carefree face, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up in her heart.

What kind of existence was this man?

Just then, a vast wave of merit descended from the heavens, landing precisely on Taiyuan.

This was the Heavenly Dao's recognition of the Human Race's Saint Master, a share of the merit from creating humanity.

According to their earlier agreement, once Nuwa became a Saint, Taiyuan would enjoy thirty percent of the fortune and merit.

The merit was so immense that it even exceeded Taiyuan's expectations.

Golden light enveloped him, warm and brimming with power. The mana within him, already at its peak, began to surge wildly.

The bottleneck of Perfected Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal shattered under the impact of this merit.

Quasi-Saint.

Taiyuan felt the surging power within him and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The merit continued to pour in, and his cultivation kept climbing.

Quasi-Saint mid-stage.

Only then did the merit gradually subside, and Taiyuan's aura stabilized.

He stretched his limbs, feeling the power within him—many times stronger than before—and the smile on his lips deepened.

This investment? Totally worth it.

Zhunti and Jieyin watched the scene, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Elder Brother stood there doing nothing, yet he got a share of the merit and jumped straight from Perfected Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal to Quasi-Saint mid-stage?

How the hell was that even fair?

"Elder Brother, you can level up just lying down," Zhunti couldn't help but complain, his tone dripping with envy and jealousy.

Taiyuan shot him a glance. "This is called return on investment. Understand?"

Meanwhile.

Beyond the Thirty-three Heavens, Purple Cloud Palace.

Within this eternally ancient Daoist palace, utter silence reigned.

Hongjun sat cross-legged on his cushion, the phantom of the Jade Disk of Creation swirling around him. That poker face, unchanged since he attained the Dao for ten thousand years, now bore a crack.

He abruptly opened his eyes, a glimmer of disbelief flashing in his murky old gaze.

In his hand lay a bead quietly emitting a purple light.

Primordial Violet Qi.

The key to becoming a Saint, the supreme opportunity bestowed by the Heavenly Dao.

This was something he had prepared long ago, intending to send it to Nuwa at the critical moment of her Sainthood, making her owe him a tremendous Karma.

With that Karma, Nuwa would be bound to him in the future, serving as a crucial pawn in his schemes across the Primordial World at the decisive moment.

This was the script he had calculated—flawless, foolproof.

But now, the script had collapsed.

Nuwa had no need for his Primordial Violet Qi.

She had attained sainthood using a single Chaos Green Lotus Seed—clean and decisive, owing no one any karma.

A Chaos Green Lotus Seed.

Hongjun's eyelid twitched violently.

Something like that—the entire Primordial World couldn't produce a second one.

The Chaos Green Lotus had shattered at the dawn of creation, scattering into countless Innate Spiritual Treasures across the Primordial World. How could a complete seed still exist?

Unless...

Someone had grown a new Chaos Green Lotus.

Hongjun swept his divine sense across the Eastern Sea, catching sight of that figure absorbing merit, that calm and carefree face.

Taiyuan.

That name again.

From the demonic snoring during the lectures at Purple Cloud Palace, to disrupting the Three Pure Ones' schemes at the Hotpot Feast, to intercepting the Gourd Vine at Buzhou Mountain, and finally using the Chaos Lotus Seed to help Nuwa achieve sainthood—utterly derailing his calculations.

This Daoist from the Western Lands had repeatedly reshaped his understanding, again and again shattered his predictions.

Hongjun stared at the Primordial Violet Qi in his hand, the one he could no longer give away, and fell silent for a long time.

He had once believed himself infallible in strategy, holding the entire Primordial World in his grasp, with everyone as pieces on his chessboard.

But now it seemed a variable had appeared on this board—one he could not see through.

A variable who could grow a Chaos Green Lotus.

A variable who could bypass the Heavenly Dao's rules to help someone attain sainthood.

"Taiyuan..."

Hongjun murmured to himself, a flicker of complex light passing through his murky old eyes.

There was wariness, curiosity, and a trace of indescribable interest.

"This variable grows more intriguing by the moment."

He slowly rose, walked to the window of Purple Cloud Palace, and gazed at the surging Chaos Airflow outside, sinking into deep thought.

"The chess game of the Primordial World... it seems I must rearrange the board."