Fellow Daoist, Please Come Out and Have a Chat

However, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Races have now entered a period of peace, each desperately expanding their numbers in hopes of overpowering the others when the next conflict erupts. The result is that the Primordial World has become excessively saturated!

The members of the three races now number in the trillions.

The balance of power between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Races has become blurred once again; no one knows who would emerge victorious if a war were to break out.

Therefore, they dare not fight.

There are simply too many members in the three races.

In fact, one can no longer see any other races across the entire Primordial World.

Beyond the three races, the only ones remaining are essentially a few innate Gods and Devils favored by the essence of heaven and earth.

The later Demon Race has basically been absorbed into the pockets of the three races.

For instance, the Phoenix Race has a strategist named Bai Ze...

The three races are frantically absorbing the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth. To suppress the other two, they are breeding like mad and absorbing Spiritual Qi to grow stronger. Besides being killed in battle, how could these Primordial creatures ever die of old age?

They are all immortal beings who do not age.

As time passes, the entire Primordial World is almost completely filled by the members of the three races.

Hongjun, residing in Jade Capital Mountain, does not know whether to laugh or cry at this sight.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun."

A divine sense transmission reached Hongjun in Jade Capital Mountain.

"Fellow Daoist Wangshu."

Hongjun paused, then smiled.

Hongjun knows why Wangshu has come to find him.

It is nothing more than the fact that the creatures of the three races are too numerous, each and every one of them absorbing the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon.

And Wangshu, who can now be considered the Moon Star itself, is having her origin absorbed by these people every single day... it is becoming unbearable.

If this situation continues for another one or two eons, I fear both the Moon Star and the Sun Star will be drained dry.

The energy within the Moon Star and the Sun Star is immense.

Di Jun, who sits on the Sun Star to cultivate... he is not the Sun Star himself, nor has he transformed into it, so he cannot perceive the subtle changes occurring within the star at all.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun... perhaps for them, war is the best choice."

Wangshu said after a moment of silence.

She feels that if she were the only one being drained, it might not matter, but she has already become the Moon Star.

If the Moon Star were to be drained dry by them... the outcome is self-evident: any creature in the Primordial World below the level of a Quasi-Saint would not survive.

Even a Quasi-Saint would have to retreat into the chaos, and this Primordial World would be ruined!

"Hehe..."

Hongjun smiled slightly and said:

"Who does not desire immortality? Who does not wish to unify the Primordial World? The three races all hope to give birth to a Saint by unifying the Primordial World. It was fine during the war, as the members of the three races were being depleted, but now that they have entered this strange period of peace, the members of the three races are growing frantically without limit, reaching the absolute capacity of the Primordial World."

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, if this continues, what will happen?"

"If this continues."

Hongjun frowned slightly and said:

"Naturally, the world will become overburdened, the Moon and Sun will collapse, the Spiritual Qi will dissipate, and the world will disintegrate."

"Sigh... why is it that with so many cultivators in the Primordial World, born and raised by heaven and earth, none of them ever think of giving back to the world?"

Wangshu sighed.

Hongjun's explanation was exactly as she had anticipated.

"Fellow Daoist Wangshu, if everyone were free from strife, this world would become dull. A world completely devoid of conflict would not see any change even after millions of years."

Hongjun lowered his eyes, lost in thought: If things remain in a state of constant peace, even if more transmigrators come to this world, they will be unable to drive the growth of this world.

"Then... it cannot go on like this. Everyone only cares about themselves, ignoring the myriad things of the Primordial World."

"In this environment, it is impossible for anyone to develop such an awareness."

Hongjun cast his gaze toward the Primordial World.

His vision pierced through space, observing the entire Primordial World from a god's-eye view.

In the Primordial World, if you show even a hint of kindness, you might instead be ridiculed by others.

Let alone giving back to the world.

Even if you were to tell others about giving back to the world, they would likely suspect you of having some ulterior motive, thinking that you are speaking with such righteous indignation only to entrap them.

Regarding this, Hongjun, known by a group of transmigrators as the ultimate schemer, understands this deeply.

I clearly do it for your own good, yet one by one, you all think I have a conspiracy. Hilarious—if I had a conspiracy, would you even be alive?

"Then what should be done now? Are we just to sit and watch?"

Wangshu asked:

"If things continue like this, the Primordial World will truly be crushed by the three races."

"I shall observe for a while longer. If there is no turning point, then I will have no choice but to intervene."

Hongjun nodded, falling into deep thought.

The Primordial World was becoming increasingly smaller. Aside from the fragmentation caused by repeated tribulations, another reason was that most cultivation methods for immortals, upon reaching the Golden Immortal realm, involved opening up a world within the body. This method of cultivation consumed an extreme amount of spiritual qi from the heavens and earth.

Furthermore, more importantly, the inner worlds created in this manner would not return the consumed spiritual qi to the world even after the immortal perished.

Therefore, the spiritual qi of the Primordial World would only continue to diminish.

The source of spiritual qi in the Primordial World was the Chaos Qi converted through the world barrier of the Primordial World.

The amount converted was fixed, just enough to sustain one cycle of reincarnation.

In the current situation, was he, the Great Dao, expected to convert additional spiritual qi for the Primordial World?

It was possible, for the sake of the Primordial World, but he could not be the only one doing such a thing, could he?

Was he, the Great Dao, that idle? Or was he obligated to act as a nanny for them?

They all took from the world and used the world, yet they never thought of giving back, instead becoming even more excessive.

Thinking of this, Hongjun decided to give the three races one last chance.

With a flicker of his thoughts, a purple light flew out from within his body, heading toward the Primordial World.

This was his divine sense.

The purple light first visited the Qilin Race, the most reasonable among the three.

At this moment, First Qilin was in seclusion, when he suddenly sensed an aura intruding into his secret realm.

He could not help but frown, probing, "Which fellow Daoist is this? Please come out and speak."

To be able to break into his secret realm while the Qilin Race possessed countless Great Luo and dozens of Quasi-Saints was proof enough that the intruder was no simple figure.

It appeared to be at least an ancestor-level character.

And now, there were few ancestors left in the Primordial World; the identity of this person was...

He opened his eyes and saw that the visitor was not a physical body, but merely a purple light, which left him somewhat surprised.