Retrieve Main Body, Head to Zixiao Palace

After hearing this, Nuwa suddenly thought of Qing Xuan's Purple-Black Gourd and directly asked him, "This is quite similar to your Purple-Black Gourd. I wonder which is stronger?"

Qing Xuan spoke, "Unfortunately, this Innate Secrecy Great Array will slowly dissipate as Fangzhang Island rises to the sea surface."

"At that time, Fangzhang Island will take root completely in the Primordial Land, connecting with its earthly veins, becoming a true Blessed Land of the Primordial."

"So what we need to do now is find a suitable sea region for Fangzhang Island to take root."

Nuwa thought for a moment and said, "Better to let it return to the seabed first. After we return from Zixiao Palace, we can slowly search for a suitable place."

Qing Xuan found Nuwa's suggestion reasonable and nodded to her. Together, they planted the Qing Lian Seed in the Three Lights Divine Water Pool.

Only then did he reach out and wrap his arm around Nuwa's waist, and the two vanished from Fangzhang Island together.

Then Qing Xuan manipulated Fangzhang Island, making it sink back beneath the sea. Once he returned from Zixiao Palace, a single thought would be enough to bring Fangzhang Island back to the surface.

After all this was done, Qing Xuan took Nuwa and used an escape technique to head toward Phoenix Perch Mountain. After all, there was less than a thousand years left before Hong Jun's lecture.

When Qing Xuan and Nuwa returned to Phoenix Perch Mountain, Fu Xi was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Finally seeing these two little ancestors back, he couldn't help but let out a long breath.

But remembering that these two had left without a word, Fu Xi couldn't help but fume. He didn't give them a good face. "So you still remember to come back?"

Nuwa immediately stepped forward, hooked her arm through Fu Xi's, and said with a smile, "Elder Brother, I just went with Little Gourd Vine to find us a new dojo."

Nuwa then roughly recounted to Fu Xi what Qing Xuan had said—that Buzhou Mountain would become a place of trouble in the future and was unsuitable as a dojo.

After hearing this, Fu Xi couldn't help but nod. "Qing Xuan truly has foresight. After we return from Zixiao Palace this time, I'll go with you to see Fangzhang Island."

After speaking, Fu Xi was about to set up a formation around Phoenix Perch Mountain. After all, once they left, no one else could be allowed to intrude.

This wasn't just their dojo; Qing Xuan's main body, the gourd vine, was still growing here. Not a single mishap could be allowed.

But Qing Xuan said to Fu Xi, "Fu Xi, wait a moment. After I bring my main body along, you can set up the formation."

As he spoke, Qing Xuan walked toward the gourd vine. Arriving beneath it, he directly unfolded the folding fan in his hand.

The next moment, a powerful surge of Creation Power rose from the fan, enveloping the entire gourd vine.

Immediately after, the gourd vine before him vanished completely, while the gourd vine pattern on the fan's surface became even more spirited than before.

It turned out that while refining Fangzhang Island, Qing Xuan had also elevated his understanding of the Great Dao Space Law to a new height.

Though it hadn't reached the level of the Great Dao Creation Law, it was already far stronger than the other Six Dao Laws.

This also deepened Qing Xuan's understanding of his fan. He realized that each image on the fan was a spatial world.

So he stored his main body inside the fan. After all, only by keeping his vital point on his person could he truly ensure no mistakes.

Seeing Qing Xuan store his main body in the fan, Fu Xi was greatly shocked. "It seems I wasn't wrong. This folding fan of yours is indeed an Innate Supreme Treasure."

"Although a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure can also contain a space of its own, and even nurture spiritual roots, that's not impossible."

"But Qing Xuan's main body is a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Root. That's something a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure can't sustain."

Qing Xuan agreed with this reasoning and sighed. "It's a pity I discovered it too late. Otherwise, Qing Lian might not have fallen to the Heavenly Punishment."

Hearing Qing Xuan bring up Qing Lian again, Fu Xi's curiosity was piqued. While sealing his dojo, he asked Nuwa about their experiences during this time.

Along the way, Nuwa kept recounting to Fu Xi everything they had been through. Especially when she got to the part about Qing Xuan thrashing the Sanqing, she was practically dancing with excitement.

Finally, Fu Xi said with a resentful look, "This time I had to guard Qing Xuan's main body. Next time, don't leave me behind."

The three of them, chatting and laughing, arrived at the boundary between Chaos and the Primordial Land. One step forward, and they would enter the Chaos World.

Fu Xi took out the Fu Xi Qin, held it in his arms, and plucked the strings. Then he stepped into Chaos first.

The Chaos Gale tried to sweep toward Fu Xi, but was shattered by his qin's sound. In an instant, he carved out a safe space for Qing Xuan and Nuwa.

Only then did he let Qing Xuan and Nuwa enter the Chaos World. He said, "Follow me. I'll clear the way with the Fu Xi Qin."

Neither Qing Xuan nor Nuwa refused. Though neither of them feared the Chaos Gale, since Fu Xi was willing to take the lead, they were happy to let him.

Thus, the three walked through Chaos for five hundred years. Finally, they saw a Golden Bridge ahead, knowing it was Zixiao Palace's welcome.

As they stepped onto the Golden Bridge, all the Chaos Gale vanished completely. The next moment, they appeared outside Zixiao Palace.

At that time, many people had already gathered outside Zixiao Palace, but there was no noise—not even a whisper.

Another three hundred years passed, and about three thousand people had gathered outside Zixiao Palace. Yet the gates of Zixiao Palace remained tightly shut.

Qing Xuan swept his gaze over the crowd. He felt that most of those who should come had probably arrived. Only the Two Sages of the West were likely still wandering in circles within Chaos.

But what puzzled Qing Xuan was that he didn't see the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Not even Houtu was outside Zixiao Palace.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches cultivate only their Physical Bodies, not their Primordial Spirits, so it's normal they wouldn't attend Hong Jun's lecture. But Houtu already has a Primordial Spirit. Why hasn't she come?"

Qing Xuan observed the waiting crowd again. To his surprise, even the Sanqing were absent. This made him even more curious.

Just then, the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened. A boy and a girl stepped out from within.

The two stood on either side of the gate and ordered everyone waiting to retreat below the stone steps. Then they spoke.

"Our master has set up three thousand Prayer Mats inside Zixiao Palace for this lecture. Which mat each of you gets depends entirely on your own fortune."

"One Hundred Years Later, you may enter Zixiao Palace in an orderly manner and choose the Prayer Mat that is fated for you."

Qing Xuan looked at the boy and girl and thought to himself, "So these are the future rulers of the Heavenly Court, Haotian Shangdi and Yaochi Jinmu."

"Who would have thought these two are still children, yet already know how to sow discord. It seems they really learn from whoever they follow."