Transmigrated to the Primordial Era, I Became a Gourd Vine

In the middle section of Buzhou Mountain, where the gale winds are like blades and the sea of clouds is like iron, there lies a unique valley.

Within the valley, dense Innate Spiritual Qi condenses into pale purple trickles visible to the naked eye, slowly circling the gourd vine at the center of the valley floor.

There is no birdsong here, no spring sound, only the sighs of someone helpless.

"Sigh..."

"The Innate Gourd Vine, one of the Ten Great Innate Spiritual Roots. It sounds high and mighty, but the key is that its fate is so bumpy, isn't it?"

"Sigh..."

"The gourds that finally Jie are divided up by Sanqing and their lot. Even the main body is taken by Nuwa to create humans. This can truly be called being annihilated without a trace."

"Sigh..."

It was not that the Innate Gourd Vine had developed intelligence, but rather the later generations transmigrator Qing Xuan, who, upon learning he had become the Innate Gourd Vine, let out these sighs.

It is unknown how much time passed before the sighing finally stopped. A very inspirational voice drifted through the air.

"Come on, come on, come on..."

"Success, success, success..."

"Form transformation, form transformation, form transformation..."

Qing Xuan was cheering himself on in a very chuunibyou manner, as if he had stumbled into some organization and been brainwashed.

It turned out that Qing Xuan saw the seven small flowers that had just bloomed on the vine and felt he still had a chance to turn things around, and the only way was through form transformation.

In the following period, Qing Xuan began to crazily absorb Innate Spiritual Qi. This also caused Qing Xuan's weak Primordial Spirit to become increasingly solid.

Not only could he control the entire gourd vine, but even which flower received nutrients could be decided by Qing Xuan himself.

On the road to form transformation, having seen the first glimmer of dawn, Qing Xuan began to absorb Innate Spiritual Qi even more crazily.

After all, there was not much time left for him; as soon as the first sermon at Zixiao Palace ended, what awaited him was being dismembered by everyone.

Because of Qing Xuan's control, the seven flowers received nutrients very evenly. There was no situation where one received more or less than another.

As the saying goes, the Primordial world does not record years, and it is unknown how much time passed before the seven small flowers on the vine finally withered. Replacing them were seven tender small gourds.

At the very moment the seven gourds took shape, Qing Xuan actually felt eight different types of Law Power pouring into his Primordial Spirit.

The Crimson Dissolution Law, the Golden Space Law, the White Slaughter Law, the Yellow Water-Fire Law, the Azure Summon Law, the Green Gestation Law, the Black Chaos Law, and the Seven-Colored Creation Law.

The eight laws came from the seven gourds and his own main body, respectively. The main body, the gourd vine, would be used by Nuwa to create humans in the future, so it naturally carried the Creation Power.

Knowing the origin of the eight laws, Qing Xuan finally revealed a smile like never before, "To have eight laws in one body; if I still can't achieve form transformation, wouldn't that be a disgrace to transmigrators?"

At the same time, Qing Xuan also knew what it meant to be greedy and unable to chew. Cultivating eight laws at once was something even Sanqing probably could not do.

Therefore, Qing Xuan chose the Creation Law belonging to his main body, wanting to use the Creation Power to achieve form transformation as quickly as possible.

In an instant, the Creation Power enveloped the entire gourd vine. Seven-colored light shone incessantly, washing over Qing Xuan's Primordial Spirit and main body.

In the blink of an eye, several more Yuanhui passed, yet Qing Xuan still did not feel the slightest sign of form transformation.

The seven gourds on the vine had already grown many times larger than before. This also meant they had taken another step toward maturity.

At the same time, it was telling Qing Xuan that there was not much time left for him. Therefore, to Qing Xuan, this was like a death warrant.

This could not help but make Qing Xuan increasingly impatient, and the speed at which he operated the Creation Law became a few notches faster than before.

It was a pity that his main body was like a black hole. Even when Qing Xuan's comprehension of the Creation Law reached a bottleneck and could no longer be improved, he still failed to fill this black hole.

"Could it be that the Creation Law is not what I should have chosen? Should I try cultivating other laws? Perhaps there will be different gains?"

He acted as soon as he thought of it; Qing Xuan immediately gave up on continuing to comprehend the Creation Law and turned to comprehending the other seven laws.

It was a pity that Qing Xuan tried all the other seven laws. Even though he comprehended them all to the bottleneck, Qing Xuan still did not see the opportunity for form transformation.

"Since comprehending them one by one has no results, then I will try comprehending all eight laws together. If that still doesn't work, then it is my fate."

Qing Xuan gritted his teeth and began to mobilize all eight laws at once. In an instant, eight different types of Law Power began to shuttle back and forth continuously with the gourd vine as the center.

Qing Xuan was fully focused on comprehending the laws and did not notice that while he was comprehending the eight laws, he had already accelerated the ripening speed of the gourds.

It is unknown how much more time passed before Qing Xuan finally felt that the Creation Law had broken through the bottleneck. It had reached an unprecedented height.

This could not help but make Qing Xuan ecstatic, and he worked even harder to comprehend the eight laws. But just at this moment, a massive pressure spread across the entire Primordial world.

"I am Hong Jun, and I have now proven the Dao and become a Saint. Understanding my own responsibilities, I must preach to the Primordial beings for ten thousand years. After ten thousand years, this Daoist will preach in Zixiao Palace; all those with affinity may come to listen."

With Hong Jun proving the Dao and becoming a Saint, in an instant, purple clouds came from the east for thirty thousand miles, Heavenly Flowers fell, Golden Lotuses sprang from the earth, strips of Yingluo hung down from the firmament, and Merit Spirit Rain fell upon the Primordial world.

In an instant, it is unknown how many beings developed intelligence at this moment. It is unknown how many beings who had developed intelligence succeeded in their form transformation at this moment.

Even Qing Xuan could clearly feel that his comprehension of the laws had become more transparent. Places that were originally obscure and difficult to understand were now fully mastered.

However, Qing Xuan could not be happy, because Hong Jun proving the Dao and becoming a Saint meant that his own calamity was also approaching.

"Preaching in ten thousand years, one sermon lasts three thousand years. After the sermon ends, those beasts will come to dismember me."

"There are only thirteen thousand years left for me. Can I really succeed in form transformation and leave this place of right and wrong within this short thirteen thousand years?"

Just as Qing Xuan was talking to himself, a voice like heavenly music rang out not far away, "Such dense Creation Power, why didn't I notice it before?"

Following the heavenly sound, a young maiden wearing purple rosy clothes with a faint touch of red at the cuffs walked toward Qing Xuan.

As she walked, she did not forget to keep sizing up the Innate Gourd Vine not far away.

"To think there is an Innate Spiritual Root here, and its grade has even reached the top-grade. It is a pity that these gourds are not yet ripe; they will need to be nurtured for some time longer."

Hearing that the maiden was eyeing his gourds, Qing Xuan felt not the slightest bit of worry; instead, he felt that his opportunity had arrived.

He spoke directly in human language: "Little Girl, it does not matter that the gourds are not ripe. You can dig me up by the roots first. Take me home and nurture me, then wait slowly for them to ripen."

"Otherwise, if you truly wait until the gourds are ripe, the one who comes to pluck them might not necessarily be you."

The maiden's lively eyes fluttered incessantly, as if she were considering whether what Qing Xuan said was truly feasible.

In the end, she walked directly in front of the green vine and reached out to stroke it. "A top-grade Innate Spiritual Root that has been born with sentience—this is truly a rare sight."

"However, what you say is also correct. Remaining here, it is an ownerless object. When the time comes, anyone could come and claim a share."

"If I take you back to my Dojo, it will be different. At that point, anyone who dares to come and divide the gourds would be stealing."

The more the maiden thought about it, the more she felt that Qing Xuan's words made sense. She immediately began to form hand seals, preparing to pull Qing Xuan up by the roots entirely.

As one profound hand seal after another struck the soil at the base of the green vine, bursts of earthy yellow light rose up, which inevitably made the maiden's eyes light up instantly.

"It is actually Nine Heavens Breathing Soil? No wonder it could nurture a top-grade Innate Spiritual Root; so, there is Nine Heavens Breathing Soil here."

"And this is Three Lights Divine Water? With Three Lights Divine Water added to the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, it explains how this Gourd Vine was able to be born with sentience."

Hearing the maiden mention the Three Lights Divine Water, Qing Xuan could not help but be stunned. He knew his roots were in Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, but where exactly did that Three Lights Divine Water come from?

The next moment, Qing Xuan discovered that the maiden's gaze was fixed on the Morning Dew dripping from his tender Gourd Leaf.

"So, the dew dripping from my body is actually Three Lights Divine Water?"

Before Qing Xuan could figure out if his guess was correct, he felt himself soaring into the air. It turned out he had been pulled up by the roots by the maiden.

The maiden was seen very carefully protecting the roots of the Gourd Vine with the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil. Only then did she speak.

"Little Gourd Vine, I am going to take you away from here to my Dojo."

"That's right, I forgot to tell you: my Dojo is called Phoenix Perch Mountain. It is much better than this valley of yours."