The Dao Ancestor Preaches, but It Has Nothing to Do With Me

Liu Zhong had a wonderful vision, but had he ever considered whether things would actually develop the way he imagined?

Liu Zhong began chatting with Jin Ao.

Since they were the only two sentient beings in the vicinity, Jin Ao had not communicated with anyone for a very long time.

He was extremely excited.

Liu Zhong did not obtain much information from Jin Ao.

This Jin Ao was a homebody turtle, very lazy, and would not move a single step for ten thousand years; therefore, he knew very little about what was happening on the continent.

Occasionally, birds and fish would pass by Jin Ao Island, and Jin Ao would glean bits and pieces of information from them.

Jin Ao told Liu Zhong what he knew, and based on these scraps of information and the content of the Primordial World novels he had read, Liu Zhong deduced that it must be after the second sermon of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, but before the third sermon had begun.

At this time, Nuwa had not yet created humans, and the continent was divided between the Wu Race and the Demon Race.

The Heavenly Court had not yet been established, but the conflict between the Wu Race and the Demon Race was growing increasingly deep.

Liu Zhong sighed.

He also wanted to listen to the Dao Ancestor preach.

But he had not even taken human form yet and could not leave Jin Ao Island, so how could he possibly go to the Thirty-Three Heavens?

Moreover, even if he could take human form, with his meager modern strength, he would be unable to traverse the Chaos to find Zixiao Palace outside the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The moment Liu Zhong gained consciousness, he possessed the cultivation of a Heavenly Immortal.

Such a realm, in later ages—for instance, the era of the Legend of the White Snake—would be considered an expert.

But in the Primordial World, he was nothing more than a tiny shrimp among tiny shrimp.

In the Primordial World, there were simply too many powerful existences.

One could say that Daluo were everywhere, and Golden Immortal were as common as dogs.

This was mainly because the primordial energy of heaven and earth was so abundant during the Primordial World period that even a blade of grass or a stone could gain sentience and cultivate into an immortal after absorbing enough spiritual energy.

And becoming an immortal was merely the very first step.

Just as Liu Zhong was lamenting his low cultivation, he heard an indifferent voice enter his ears, as if someone were speaking right beside him.

"I am about to hold my third sermon. All fellow Daoists who wish to listen, please make haste to Zixiao Palace."

Immediately, Liu Zhong saw seven-colored rays of light streaking across the high sky; those were the lights emitted by the great powers as they piloted their magical treasures.

They were setting off for the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Liu Zhong watched with immense envy.

"Don't envy them," Jin Ao said, his words piercing straight into Liu Zhong's heart. "Even if we were lucky enough to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, with our cultivation, we wouldn't understand what the Saint is talking about."

Liu Zhong: "..."

Liu Zhong: "That was well said, please don't say it again in the future."

Jin Ao: "Why?"

Liu Zhong: "Because the truth hurts the most."

Jin Ao: "Human? What is a human?"

He had forgotten that Nuwa had not yet created humans.

Liu Zhong: "It's nothing. Just a minor race."

"Oh." Jin Ao did not ask further.

There were countless races in the Primordial World, and it was normal for Jin Ao to assume he simply hadn't heard of them.

Liu Zhong gazed at the sky, fantasizing about the scene inside Zixiao Palace.

What did the Saint Hongjun look like?

What about the Sanqing?

Were they a combination of an old man, a middle-aged man, and a youth?

Did Nuwa appear before others with legs or a snake tail?

Was Taiyi as mighty and handsome as described in the novels?

Was Dijun black-hearted?

Did the Twelve Ancestral Witches really look as bizarre as rumored?

There were no more streaks of light flashing in the sky; the great powers must have all reached the Thirty-Three Heavens, and no one else was flying toward them.

Hongjun's sermon must have started by now.

It was a pity that Liu Zhong could hear nothing at all.

He kept staring at the sky, breathing in the primordial energy to cultivate while waiting for strange phenomena to appear in the sky once more.

Unfortunately, a hundred years passed, two hundred years passed...

The sky remained calm.

Liu Zhong only then remembered that Hongjun's lectures always started at a millennium-long duration.

He couldn't help but sweat.

In the Primordial World, time was truly cheap.

One hundred years was a lifetime for an ordinary human, but for the creatures of the Primordial World, it was nothing more than the time it took for a short nap.

Liu Zhong yawned; he wanted to sleep.

It was simply too boring; other than cultivation, there was no other entertainment every day.

Jin Ao had entered a slumber fifty years ago.

His sleep time was never short; without any creatures to disturb him, he could sleep for a thousand or eight hundred years at a time.

With no Jin Ao to chat with, Liu Zhong was even more bored.

The occasional seabirds and fish that flew or swam by were not very good conversationalists; although they had gained intelligence, they were all ignorant and rather dull.

Chatting with them would only lower Liu Zhong's own intelligence.

Liu Zhong thought to himself that he might as well sleep too.

In any case, cultivation was an instinct; even if he entered a deep sleep, his body would automatically absorb the primordial energy of heaven and earth to continue cultivating.

Liu Zhong then let his consciousness sink into the darkness.

Just at the moment he fell into a deep slumber, his innate divine ability activated once again, taking Liu Zhong's soul out of the Primordial World and escaping deep into the Chaos.

In Zixiao Palace, Ancestor Hongjun, who was in the middle of lecturing, sensed something and looked toward the void.

But he saw nothing at all.

Great Immortal Yangmei would not leave his descendant behind without providing any protection.

Liu Zhong's body was covered by protective restrictions set by Great Immortal Yangmei, so even Ancestor Hongjun, who was a saint, and the Heavenly Dao could not discover him.

After all, the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World was incomplete, and Great Immortal Yangmei's saint cultivation was even stronger than that of Ancestor Hongjun.

The Sanqing, Nuwa, Zhun Ti, and others below did not notice anything unusual; they were all immersed in the Dao explained by Ancestor Hongjun, comprehending their own respective paths.

"It's born, it's born, it's a boy."

Liu Zhong was woken up by the noise and couldn't help but frown.

When did outsiders come to Jin Ao Island?

Why was it so noisy?

He opened his eyes, wanting to see what kind of thing had arrived.

Could it be that the Dragon Race from the sea had come up to the surface to play?

However, although his eyes were open, everything before him was foggy, and he couldn't see a thing.

Liu Zhong: "..."

He wanted to release his divine sense to check the situation around him.

But...

Liu Zhong: "..."

Voices kept pouring into his ears.

"Congratulations to the Third Mistress, you've given birth to a boy."

"Good, carry him out and let the Third Master see his son," a young woman's voice said weakly.

Hearing these two sentences, Liu Zhong instantly understood his situation.

His innate talent had once again taken his soul to transmigrate while he was asleep, and now he was being reborn as an infant!

With titles like "Third Mistress," "Third Master," and "boy," it seemed the world he had transmigrated to this time was an ancient one, and likely not a poor or peasant family, as they were wealthy enough to afford servants.

Hmm, not a bad start.

Liu Zhong was satisfied in his heart.

He yawned, pretended to sleep, and actually began to absorb the innate energy that had not yet dissipated from his mother's womb.

This world possessed spiritual energy, though compared to the Primordial World, the concentration was not even one-hundred-millionth of that amount.

But if he worked hard at his cultivation, it was still possible to become an immortal.