"What!"
Primordial and Tongtian were both astonished, staring at their elder brother in disbelief.
They were both Heavenly Mandate Saints and knew that if Laozi had spoken so, he must have sensed something. But Nuwa had already become a Saint through the Human Race. Could they truly possess such great fortune that it could also allow Laozi to prove the Dao and become a Saint?
At that moment, Laozi's Primordial Spirit was trembling. He had no time to explain further, and left Kunlun Mountain at once, heading toward the East Sea.
When he neared Human Race Territory, he descended from the clouds and took the form of an elderly human, stooped and leaning on a cane as he walked unsteadily toward a small human tribe.
The tribe had only about a thousand people and was quite ordinary. They worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, living peacefully and apart from the world. There was only one person in the tribe with any cultivation, and even he had cultivation in name only. Everyone else was ordinary people with no cultivation.
In the early days of the Human Race, they were kind by nature. Seeing Laozi arrive as an "old and frail clansman," they welcomed him into the tribe, offered him food and drink, and invited him to settle there.
So Laozi stayed. He lived there for ten years, maintaining his elderly appearance as he carefully observed these ordinary humans. Although they were born with Innate Dao Bodies, they had no innate inheritance at all. They did not cultivate the immortal path, and their lifespans were extremely short. A mere hundred years marked one cycle.
He asked the tribe's elders why they did not seek immortality through cultivation. Their answer surprised him. After Nuwa became a Saint, she had entrusted the Human