Upon hearing this, a trace of approval flashed through Nüwa's eyes, and she smiled softly.
"I think so too. What fun is there in all that fighting, killing, and scheming against one another?"
Nüwa did not say this merely for appearances; she meant it sincerely.
Just as Hongjun would later say when he accepted disciples and bestowed treasures: Nüwa did not enjoy conflict.
Even after becoming a saint, Nüwa rarely involved herself in the affairs of the Primordial Wilderness.
Mending Heaven was official business, a task assigned by the Heavenly Dao.
Sending Fuxi to be reincarnated into the Human Race was personal business.
Then there was the Canonization of the Gods, when she made a move against Yin Shang.
As for the reason, who could blame her? That old lecher King Zhou had been so audacious as to write blasphemous poetry inside Nüwa Temple.
If she, a saint, still did not act, then any ant would dare run wild over a saint's head.
At that moment, although Nüwa's words were meant to comfort Fuxi, they only added to the conflict in his heart.
Once he chose to join Di Jun and the others in contending for supremacy across the Primordial Wilderness, Nüwa, as his younger sister, would likely find it difficult to stay out of it.
On Mount Qixi, clouds and mist drifted lazily as the mountain breeze brushed past.
Bei Ming raised his eyes toward the distant sky. After weighing the matter for a moment, he smiled and said,
"Two Fellow Daoists, since you are both quite concerned about the situation in the Primordial Wilderness, why not travel outside with me?
Rather than hearing rumors, it would be better to see the Wu Clan and the Ten Thousand Clans of the Primordial Wilderness for yourselves."
"Sounds good." A bright gleam flashed through Nüwa's eyes as she smiled.
"I have not left the mountain in a long time either. This time, I can travel together with Fellow Daoist Beiming. Older brother, what do you think?"
Fuxi pondered for a moment, stroking his beard as his gaze shifted between his younger sister and Bei Ming. At last, he nodded.
"Since Fellow Daoist has invited us, we would be rude to refuse."
The brother and sister had always been straightforward and never dragged their feet.
They immediately laid down layer after layer of defensive formations around their Daoist arena. Light flowed, and Formation Patterns emerged.
Once everything was in order, they set off together with Bei Ming.
Along the way, Nüwa asked softly, "Fellow Daoist, where are we going to travel?"
Bei Ming asked in return, "What places do you siblings usually go?"
Nüwa tilted her head slightly, her hair fluttering in the breeze as she answered,
"With Mount Qixi as the center, we wander outward in every direction, though we generally do not go too far."
Bei Ming suggested, "In that case, how about we visit Mount Buzhou?"
"Sure!" Nüwa's eyes lit up.
"It is said to be the greatest divine mountain in the Primordial Wilderness. I have long wanted to see its true appearance, but older brother would not let me go before."
"Oh?" Bei Ming turned toward her, rather surprised. "Fellow Daoist, why was that?"
Fuxi's expression turned solemn as he explained, "Mount Buzhou is filled with Pangu's pressure, which suppresses Cultivators like us to some extent.
Moreover, it is Wu Clan territory. If we were to clash with them, fighting would be disadvantageous for us."
Bei Ming remained calm and pointed toward the horizon. "We were born in the Primordial Wilderness, yet if we do not pay a visit to Mount Buzhou, would that not be a pity?
Mount Buzhou is vast and boundless. Though its pressure exists, it affects the Wu Clan as well.
The Wu Clan may enter the mountain to train, but they may not necessarily establish Tribes upon it.
If we go to admire it with reverence for Great God Pangu, so long as we do nothing disrespectful, they will not rashly attack us."
At this point, Bei Ming changed the subject, his gaze deep.
"Besides, if the three of us join forces, even should we encounter an Ancestor Wizard, we can still retreat unharmed and come and go freely."
Nüwa nodded slightly upon hearing this and looked toward her older brother.
"Fellow Daoist Beiming makes sense. Older brother, what do you think?"
Fuxi looked at the two of them. A trace of helplessness flashed through his eyes, but he ultimately smiled.
"The minority follows the majority. Besides, I also want to see Mount Buzhou with my own eyes."
After the three reached an agreement, they all used the dodge technique. Their Escape Lights tore through the sky as they sped toward Mount Buzhou.
Three Great Luo Golden Immortals traveling together naturally exuded an imposing pressure.
The petty thieves along the way saw them from afar and were terrified out of their wits. None of them was foolish enough to offer their faces up to be slapped.
On the long journey from Mount Qixi to Mount Buzhou, spiritual mist swirled and divine light flickered.
The journey was peaceful, but the three possessed Great Luck and encountered quite a few opportunities.
As the saying went, even brothers should settle accounts clearly. Whenever they found a Primordial Formation, the three worked together to break it, making the process highly efficient.
If the formation contained Spirit Treasures or Spirit Roots, they followed the agreement that whoever sensed them would receive them.
Whoever first sensed the karmic connection, found the formation, and broke it would claim the opportunity.
As for the fruits borne by Spirit Roots, such renewable items were hardly rare.
None of the three cared much about them. They simply contributed them all and snacked on them along the way.
Amid the sky light and cloud shadows, laughter never ceased.
Traveling together was the best way to deepen friendship.
As time passed, the formality in their manner of address gradually faded. They no longer deliberately added "Fellow Daoist" to every name, seeming much closer and more easygoing.
"Mount Buzhou lies ahead." Fuxi stopped and looked into the distance.
"Even with quite a distance remaining, I can already feel that vast, ancient pressure.
Furthermore, many Wu Clan Tribes are scattered around the foot of the mountain and the surrounding ranges. Bei Ming, are we entering the mountain directly?"
Bei Ming stood with his hands behind his back, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. "Of course we are going straight in.
Unless we happen to run into an Ancestor Wizard on patrol, as long as we conceal ourselves carefully, those Great Wizards will be nowhere near capable of discovering us."
Nüwa seemed somewhat impatient. Her robes fluttered in the wind as she said clearly,
"Time waits for no one. Let us enter the mountain quickly."
"Let's go!" Bei Ming answered loudly. His body shook as he unleashed the Free and Unfettered Journey, transforming into a streaming light and tearing through the air ahead of them.
Nüwa and Fuxi exchanged a glance, then followed close behind.
Three streaks of light swept across the sky, smoothly passing over the Wu Clan Tribes and heading straight into the area of Mount Buzhou's main peak.
The instant they stepped into the main peak's range, an ancient and majestic aura surged toward them from between Heaven and Earth.
The pressure left behind by Pangu descended upon all three of them.
This pressure was not enough to force them to kneel, but it noticeably restricted the speed of their dodge techniques.
Along the way, they saw mostly steep cliffs and jagged precipices. Amid the lingering clouds and mist, everything was desolate and solemn.
On the side of the main peak, not even a blade of grass grew.
After all, this was an environment that suppressed even Great Luo Golden Immortals. Almost no Spirit Roots or spiritual plants could survive here.
"Phew..." Nüwa raised her jade-like hand and gently wiped the sweat beading on her forehead.
"Now that we are inside the mountain, we cannot see the summit even when we look up. Bei Ming, how long do you think it will take us to reach the top?"
Bei Ming halted, looking somewhat helpless. "This is my first time here too, so I have no idea."
After saying that, he turned to Fuxi at his side. "Fuxi, can you calculate it?"
Fuxi shook his head, a trace of determination flashing through his eyes. "I cannot!
This divine mountain is tied to Pangu's great power. How could I calculate it at will?
I say we simply charge upward!"
At this moment, Fuxi had shed his usual gentle and refined scholarly air, instead revealing a measure of steadfastness and sharpness.
The three were of one mind. They hesitated no longer, their figures flashing one after another as they continued climbing toward the Mountain Peak.
As their altitude increased, the Pangu pressure blanketing their surroundings grew ever stronger.
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