Baize: No One Called Me Here, I Came of My Own Accord

Baize and Jimeng left the Sun Star and arrived at Mount Buzhou.

According to Ling Xiao, there existed someone here capable of uniting the myriad clans, so they had come to try their luck.

Baize pondered deeply along the way; the only renowned mighty figures on Mount Buzhou were the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Fuxi.

No other experts possessed such capability.

Could it be that Ling Xiao was referring to the Three Pure Ones?

Standing at the foot of Mount Buzhou, Baize's eyes flickered as he considered this possibility.

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

The Three Pure Ones claimed to be the orthodox descendants of Pangu and were incredibly arrogant; they likely looked down on everyone except the Great God Pangu himself. The probability of them leading the myriad clans of the Primordial Land was extremely low.

It would be like asking a phoenix to lead a flock of sparrows.

They simply could not lower themselves to such a position.

"Fellow Daoist Baize, where are we going?"

Seeing that Baize had remained motionless, Jimeng could not help but ask. Having been silent for the entire journey, he could no longer hold it in.

Baize collected his thoughts and said, "We are going to find Nuwa and Fuxi."

"Nuwa and Fuxi? Those two siblings are innate spirits; I fear it would be inappropriate to ask them to lead the myriad clans, would it not?"

Baize smiled confidently. "Whether it is appropriate or not, we will only know once we try."

"I believe Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao would not have sent us to Mount Buzhou without reason."

Jimeng nodded, remaining silent, which served as his tacit agreement.

Baize glanced at him and cautioned, "Jimeng, do not speak out of turn later. Leave everything to me."

This was a fellow with a history of trouble; he needed to be kept in check.

"Fellow Daoist Baize, rest assured. This time, I will not say a single word," Jimeng promised, patting his chest.

Baize nodded and immediately flew into Mount Buzhou.

Upon arriving outside the dojo of Nuwa and Fuxi, before Baize could even speak, a voice of the Dao resonated from within.

"The two of you, come in and speak."

Baize and Jimeng did not hesitate. They walked into the dojo, and the moment they saw Fuxi and Nuwa, they approached with enthusiasm.

"Forgive us for this intrusion."

Baize said with a smile, feeling quite optimistic. Since Nuwa and Fuxi had allowed them entry, it meant there was a chance—unlike at the Sun Star, where they hadn't even made it through the "door." The outcome of that was self-evident.

"It is no matter. May I ask what brings the two of you here?"

Nuwa asked with a faint smile.

Baize did not hide his intentions; he artfully repeated the same words he had spoken at the Sun Star.

After listening, Nuwa and Fuxi exchanged a glance and said slowly, "Fellow Daoist Baize, how could we involve ourselves in the affairs between the myriad clans of the Primordial Land and the Witch Clan?"

It was Fuxi who spoke. As siblings and innate spirits, they naturally could not be mentioned in the same breath as the common creatures of the Primordial Land.

Furthermore, even if the Witch Clan were powerful, they posed no threat to them.

Stepping forward to unite the myriad clans—was that not a thankless task?

Baize's expression remained unchanged. He had anticipated this question and had been secretly calculating on the journey here.

How could he persuade these mighty figures to step forward?

Now, had the opportunity not arrived?

Fortunately, he had been well-prepared.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, Fellow Daoist Nuwa, the Witch Clan is currently expanding wantonly and slaughtering the innocent. The myriad spirits of the entire Primordial Land are crying out in grievance."

"Such acts that harm the harmony of heaven will naturally not be tolerated by the world. If someone were to stand up now and lead the myriad clans to resist the tyranny of the Witch Clan, they would not only enjoy the fortune of the myriad clans but perhaps even gain great merit."

"Although the two of you are innate spirits, you are still part of the Primordial Land. There is no one else with the qualifications to do this but you."

Baize spoke with extreme sincerity, his analysis logical and sound.

Nuwa and Fuxi were indeed moved. Since Hongjun had preached the Dao, the strength of the various mighty figures had surged. Although they were innate spirits by origin, they also felt immense pressure.

"Fellow Daoist Baize, the Witch Clan is fierce, and they possess the Twelve Ancestral Witches. In my view, even if the myriad clans were to unite, it would be difficult to resist them, would it not?"

Nuwa said with a smile. Deep down, she felt a premonition that this might be her destined opportunity.

Having cultivated to her level, she could already foresee fortune and misfortune to a certain extent—the so-called seeking of good fortune and avoiding of disaster.

Baize felt a surge of joy. With Nuwa saying this, it meant she was interested.

Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao truly did not deceive me!

Nuwa and Fuxi were renowned mighty figures of the Primordial Land, their strength only slightly inferior to top-tier experts like the Three Pure Ones.

Having them step forward was naturally the best possible outcome.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you need not worry about this. Among the myriad races of the Primordial World, there are many powerful figures. If we unite, it is not impossible to contend against the Witch Clan."

"Most importantly, under the Dao Ancestor's teachings, the Twelve Ancestral Witches cannot benefit. One day, our strength will surely surpass theirs."

Baize explained with the air of one who held victory in his grasp.

Nuwa nodded, her expression unreadable, neither happy nor sad. After a brief silence, she suddenly asked, "Fellow Daoist Baize, who sent you to find us?"

"No one. I came of my own volition. Surely you understand, Fellow Daoist, that this Humble One knows the heavens above and the geography below, capable of glimpsing a thread of the future's mystery."

Baize said, somewhat showing off.

He did not reveal the intentions of Ling Xiao, for otherwise, would that not be equivalent to saying, "I went to others first, they didn't agree, so I came to you"?

"Is that so..."

Nuwa said softly, sounding somewhat unconvinced.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, it is indeed so. Fellow Daoist Baize possesses foreknowledge; there is nothing he does not know."

Jimeng could not help but chime in, earning a look of approval from his teammate this time.

A little useful, Baize evaluated in his heart.

"Fellow Daoist truly has impressive methods," Nuwa said casually, not actually believing that Baize possessed such abilities.

In the current grand trend of the Primordial World, apart from the Dao Ancestor, there was likely no one who could see through it.

Her skeptical attitude immediately stirred up a sense of defiance in Jimeng; he wanted to vindicate Baize.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, don't disbelieve it. The Golden Crows of the Sun Star said there is a savior on Mount Buzhou who can rescue the myriad races. Fellow Daoist Baize calculated it and knew it was you. I ask you, is that not impressive..."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Baize's expression changed instantly. He nearly choked on a mouthful of blood, coughing incessantly while frantically signaling with his eyes.

He wished he could fly over and kick his "pig teammate" out.

Everything was going fine just a moment ago.

Suddenly, he had to go and act up.

I take back all the praise I just gave you!

Nuwa was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Baize, can you explain to me what this is all about?"

Baize let out an awkward laugh and braced himself to explain, "It is like this: I am friends with the Golden Crows of the Sun Star. We inadvertently brought up this topic, and he deduced that there is a powerful figure on Mount Buzhou capable of uniting the myriad races."

"I guessed it was you."

"That is the situation as it stands."

Baize spread his hands, speaking as if it were the absolute truth.

"Heh, do you think I would believe that?"

Nuwa sneered, staring straight at Baize, her gaze filled with scrutiny.

Afterward, she turned her eyes toward the distant void, gazing at the high-hanging Sun, and fell into deep thought.

Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao, what is the meaning of this?