But now that the three races had entered a period of peace, each was desperately developing its own ranks, hoping to overpower the others when war broke out again. The result was that the Primordial World had become dangerously overcrowded!
By this day, the members of the three races already numbered in the trillions.
The balance of power between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Races had once again become unclear. No one knew who would win if they fought.
So they no longer dared to fight.
There were simply too many members of the three races.
In fact, no other Primordial World races could be seen across the entire land.
Outside the three races, the only ones left were a few innate gods and demons blessed by the heavens and earth.
The future Demon Race had mostly been absorbed into the three races.
For example, the Phoenix Race had a military advisor named Bai Ze...
The three races were frantically absorbing Spiritual Qi from the heavens and earth, desperate to outdo the other two. They were busy having children and absorbing Spiritual Qi to grow stronger. And aside from being killed, how could Primordial World creatures ever grow old and die?
They were all immortal beings who neither aged nor died.
As time passed, the entire Primordial World was nearly filled with members of the three races.
Seeing the state of affairs from Jade Capital Mountain, Hongjun no longer knew whether to laugh or cry.
"Daoist Hongjun."
A voice reached Hongjun at Jade Capital Mountain through divine sense.
"Daoist Wangshu."
Hongjun paused, then smiled.
He knew why Wangshu had come to find him.
The creatures of the three races had simply grown too numerous, each one absorbing Spiritual Qi from the heavens and earth and the essence of the sun and moon.
And Wangshu was now, in a sense, the Moon Star itself. These people were absorbing her source energy every day... She just couldn't take it anymore.
If this continued for another one or two y uanhui, the Moon Star and the Sun Star would probably both be drained dry.
The energy of the Moon Star and the Sun Star was immense.
Di Jun cultivated on the Sun Star... but he wasn't the Sun Star itself, nor had he transformed into it. He couldn't sense the Sun Star's subtle changes at all.
"Daoist Hongjun... perhaps war is the best choice for them."
Wangshu fell silent for a moment before speaking.
She felt that it wouldn't matter much if she herself were drained dry, but she had already become the Moon Star.
If they drained the Moon Star dry... the consequences were obvious. Every creature in the Primordial World below the Quasi-Saint level would perish.
Even Quasi-Saints would have to retreat into Chaos. The Primordial World would be ruined!
"Heh..."
Hongjun smiled faintly and said,
"Who doesn't want eternal life? Who doesn't want to rule the Primordial World? The three races all hope to become Saints by unifying the Primordial World. During the wars, things were manageable, since the ranks of the three races were depleted. But now that they've entered this bizarre period of peace, their numbers are growing almost without limit. They've already reached the maximum the Primordial World can contain."
"Daoist Hongjun, what will happen if this continues?"
"If it continues..."
Hongjun furrowed his brow slightly.
"Then the heavens and earth will be unable to bear the strain. The Moon Star and Sun Star will collapse, Spiritual Qi will dissipate, and the world will fall apart."
"Alas... Why are there so many cultivators in the Primordial World, born and raised by the heavens and earth, yet none of them ever think to repay it?"
Wangshu sighed.
As expected, what Hongjun said was just as she had suspected.
"Daoist Wangshu, if everyone were free of conflict and ambition, the world would become dull. A world without strife would not change at all, even after ten million years."
Hongjun lowered his eyes, deep in thought. If the world remained peaceful, then no matter how many transmigrators came here, they still wouldn't be able to advance its growth.
"But... it can't go on like this. Everyone only cares about themselves and ignores the Primordial World and all living things."
"In this kind of environment, no one could ever come to that realization."
Hongjun's gaze turned toward the Primordial World.
His eyes passed through space, surveying the entire Primordial World from above.
In the Primordial World, you might be laughed at for showing even a little kindness.
And repaying the heavens and earth was even more unthinkable.
If you told someone they should repay the heavens and earth, they would probably assume you had an ulterior motive. They would think that beneath your lofty talk of righteousness, you were really trying to harm them.
On this matter, Hongjun, whom the transmigrators collectively regarded as the old schemer, knew it all too well.
He was clearly trying to help them, yet every one of them thought he had some plot. Hilarious. If he really had a plot, would they still be alive?
"Then what should we do now? Can we really just stand by and watch?"
Wangshu asked,
"If this continues, the three races really will bring down the Primordial World."
"I'll keep an eye on things. If nothing changes, then I'll have no choice but to step in."
Hongjun nodded and fell into thought.
The Primordial World would keep shrinking not only because it was shattered by one calamity after another, but also because of the way immortals cultivated. Once most reached the Golden Immortal level, they opened up a world within themselves. This method of cultivation consumed an enormous amount of Spiritual Qi.
More importantly, the inner worlds opened in this way did not return their consumed Spiritual Qi to the heavens and earth, even after the immortals died.
So the Spiritual Qi of the Primordial World would only keep dwindling.
The source of the Primordial World's Spiritual Qi was the Chaos Qi transformed by the world's barrier.
The amount that could be transformed had already been set, and was just enough to complete one cycle of reincarnation.
Did this situation mean he had to have the Great Dao transform extra Spiritual Qi for the Primordial World?
It was possible, for the sake of the Primordial World. But he couldn't be the only one doing it, could he?
Was the Great Dao so idle? Or was it obligated to babysit them?
They took everything from the heavens and earth and used everything it provided, yet never thought of giving anything back. Instead, they only grew more demanding.
At that thought, Hongjun decided to give the three races one more chance.
With a thought, Hongjun sent another thought, and a streak of purple light flew from his body toward the Primordial World.
It was his divine sense.
The purple light first visited the easiest-going of the three races: the Qilin Clan.
At that moment, First Qilin was meditating in seclusion when he suddenly sensed an aura intruding into his secluded sanctuary.
He couldn't help frowning and called out tentatively,
"Which fellow Daoist is there? Please come out so we can talk."
To enter his sanctuary beneath the very feet of a Qilin Race containing countless Great Luos and dozens of Quasi-Saints was proof enough that the intruder was no ordinary figure.
They seemed to be an elder of at least Ancestor rank.
And there were only a few Ancestors left in the Primordial World. Could this person's identity be...
He opened his eyes and saw that the visitor wasn't there in person, but was merely a streak of purple light. He couldn't help feeling surprised.
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