Qing Xuan and Nuwa Tour the Primordial World

Unfortunately, the Twelve Ancestral Witches discussed for half the day without reaching any conclusion. In the end, Qing Xuan spoke up.

"Ancestral Witches, there's no need to dwell on this matter. When the time comes, even if you don't seek him out, he will find you."

"On the other hand, even if you scour Buzhou Mountain, you may not find anything. Unless you directly topple Buzhou Mountain—then there's a good chance you'll discover it."

Qing Xuan wasn't speaking idly. After all, if Buzhou Mountain were toppled, Pangu's Spine hidden within would naturally emerge.

At that point, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches' affinity with Pangu, the Pangu Marrow would belong to them by right. Of course, that was assuming they were still alive.

After all, in the original trajectory of the Primordial World, when Gonggong angrily toppled Buzhou Mountain, ten of the Twelve Ancestral Witches had already fallen, leaving only Houtu. Even Gonggong himself perished from the act.

So although those eleven drops of Pangu Marrow emerged, they never reached the Twelve Ancestral Witches. As for who claimed them, Qing Xuan could only guess it was that one in the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hearing Qing Xuan say they'd have to topple Buzhou Mountain to find the Pangu Marrow, the Twelve Ancestral Witches shook their heads in unison, outright rejecting the idea.

Di Jiang spoke directly: "Back then, we missed the Pangu Marrow because of our own failings. We've already wronged Father God."

"If we topple Buzhou Mountain just to find the Pangu Marrow, we'd truly be unfilial sons. How could we ever face Father God again?"

Qing Xuan couldn't help but show admiration on his face. After all, such a massive opportunity lay before them—a naked temptation by any measure.

If it were the Sanqing, they'd likely topple Buzhou Mountain without a second thought, never considering whether it dishonored the name of Pangu Descendants.

"Ancestral Witches, based on your decision today, I, Qing Xuan, have made up my mind about you all. If fate allows, should I encounter Pangu Marrow again, I will surely seek it out for you."

With words spoken to this extent, the topic of Pangu Marrow naturally came to a close.

For a time, Qing Xuan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches chatted about everything under the sun, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

In the end, Qing Xuan and Nuwa stayed in the Ancestral Witch Hall for a hundred years before reluctantly taking their leave. The Twelve Ancestral Witches personally escorted them to the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

Watching Qing Xuan and Nuwa depart, Di Jiang said to Houtu, "Little Sister, you must maintain good relations with Daoist Qing Xuan in the future. Perhaps he is our Witch Clan's last Chance of Survival."

Houtu nodded. "Elder Brother Di Jiang, rest assured. Before long, the Dao Ancestor's Sermon at Purple Cloud Palace will begin. Qing Xuan and Nuwa will surely attend. Then Little Sister will travel the Primordial Great Land with them."

All the Ancestral Witches nodded in agreement with Houtu's decision. Only then did they head back into the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Meanwhile, Qing Xuan and Nuwa had already left Buzhou Mountain, truly setting foot on the vast Primordial Great Land for the first time.

Along the way, Nuwa constantly observed the various races' beings, analyzing their strengths and weaknesses, and recording them.

Although there were no true written characters in the Primordial World yet, Innate Dao Script had existed since the dawn of creation, serving as a means to record information.

However, this Dao Script had no fixed form. The same Dao Script before different people could convey entirely different meanings.

If any being were fortunate enough to encounter an Innate Dao Script and correctly comprehend its meaning, it would be an immense fortune.

Qing Xuan cooperated with Nuwa's actions throughout. After all, he knew that Nuwa would one day create the Human Race.

The Human Race would embody the strengths of the Primordial Ten Thousand Races, incorporating nearly all the advantages of every species.

But no race could be perfect, and the Human Race Nuwa created was no exception. Their bodies were too frail, and their lifespans too short.

Qing Xuan considered telling Nuwa about this flaw but ultimately abandoned the idea.

Just as a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Root couldn't undergo Form Transformation, if something were too perfect, the Heavenly Dao wouldn't allow it to exist in the Primordial World.

And so, Qing Xuan and Nuwa spent a full Three Thousand Years before finally laying eyes on the vast ocean.

Gazing at the boundless sea before her, Nuwa asked Qing Xuan, "Little Gourd Vine, is this the East Sea you spoke of?"

Qing Xuan nodded. "Yes, this is the Primordial East Sea. It was once the ancestral land of the Dragon Clan, so danger and opportunity coexist here."

Nuwa nodded and asked, "Then what's your purpose here? Surely you didn't come just to see the East Sea?"

Qing Xuan shook his head. "The East Sea is home to many islands rich in spiritual energy, each one a Blessed Land."

"Some of these islands can even be called Top-grade Blessed Lands. My goal here is to find a Dojo in the East Sea."

Nuwa frowned at this. "Little Gourd Vine, what do you mean? Can't Phoenix Perch Mountain accommodate you? Or do you not want to share a Dojo with me and Elder Brother?"

Seeing Nuwa's jealous expression, Qing Xuan reached out and ruffled her head. "The Dojo I'm seeking isn't just for me—it's for the three of us."

"Although Phoenix Perch Mountain is a Top-grade Blessed Land, it won't last. I have a vague feeling that Buzhou Mountain will become a place of conflict in the future."

"Once Hong Jun finishes his sermon, a flood of beings will Pour Into Buzhou Mountain. By then, the Pangu Pressure there will gradually diminish."

Hearing Qing Xuan's explanation, Nuwa's frown deepened. Finally, she spoke. "The Pangu Pressure at Buzhou Mountain has indeed been weakening."

"It's nothing like when Elder Brother and I hadn't yet undergone Form Transformation. But beings who don't live on Buzhou Mountain haven't noticed."

Qing Xuan smiled. "So we must prepare ahead of time and find a Blessed Land in the East Sea as our Dojo."

"Then, no matter what tribulations arise in the Primordial World, as long as we don't wish to participate, no one can drag us into them."

Nuwa nodded vigorously, a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she looked at Qing Xuan.

"Little Gourd Vine, tell me the truth. Do you know of some famous Immortal Islands in the East Sea? Is that why you came?"

Qing Xuan didn't hide it. He nodded to Nuwa. "At the dawn of Pangu's Creation, three Chaos Shards fell into the East Sea."

"Those three Chaos Shards evolved into three islands after falling into the East Sea. And those are the islands I'm here to find."

Nuwa immediately grabbed Qing Xuan and headed out over the East Sea, speaking as she went.

"Since there's a goal, let's hurry. There are only a few thousand years left before the Dao Ancestor's sermon."

"This Primordial Grand Event will gather countless great powers at the Purple Cloud Palace. We absolutely can't miss it—at the very least, we should go and make ourselves known."