Baize: No One Sent Me Here. I Came on My Own

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

According to Ling Xiao, someone here had the ability to unite the Ten Thousand Races, so they had come to try their luck.

Baize pondered all the way there. The only renowned great powers on Mount Buzhou were the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Fuxi.

None of the other great powers had the ability.

"Could Ling Xiao have meant the Three Pure Ones?"

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

But he soon dismissed it.

The Three Pure Ones claimed to be the Pangu Orthodox Lineage and were unbearably arrogant. They probably looked down on everyone except Great God Pangu. The odds of them leading the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World were slim.

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

They simply couldn't lower themselves to it.

"Fellow Daoist Baize, where are we going?"

Seeing that Baize still hadn't moved, Jimeng couldn't help asking. He had stayed silent all the way, but he couldn't hold it in any longer.

Baize gathered his thoughts and said, "We're going to find Nuwa and Fuxi."

"Nuwa and Fuxi? Those siblings are innate divine beings. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to ask them to lead the Ten Thousand Races?"

Baize smiled confidently. "There's only one way to find out."

"I believe Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao wouldn't have sent us to Mount Buzhou for no reason."

Jimeng nodded without a word, tacitly agreeing.

Baize glanced at him and cautioned, "Jimeng, don't say anything out of turn later. Leave everything to me."

This fellow had a history of getting them into trouble. He needed to be kept in line.

"Fellow Daoist Baize, don't worry. I won't say another word this time." Jimeng thumped his chest in promise.

Baize nodded, then flew into Mount Buzhou.

They arrived outside Nuwa and Fuxi's dwelling. Before Baize could speak, a voice filled with Dao resonance rang out from within.

"Fellow Daoists, come in and talk."

Baize and Jimeng entered without hesitation. The moment they saw Fuxi and Nuwa, they walked over warmly.

"Forgive us for the intrusion."

Baize said with a smile, in good spirits. Since Nuwa and Fuxi had invited them inside, there was hope. That was unlike their visit to the Sun Star, where they hadn't even made it through the "door." The result there had been obvious.

"Not at all. May I ask what brings you here, Fellow Daoists?"

Nuwa asked with a faint smile.

Baize didn't hide anything. He repeated, in a different way, what he had said at the Sun Star.

After hearing him out, Nuwa and Fuxi exchanged a glance, then slowly replied, "Fellow Daoist Baize, how could we get involved in the affairs between the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World and the Witch Clan?"

Fuxi had spoken. As innate divine beings, he and his sister were naturally unlike ordinary creatures of the Primordial World.

Besides, even if the Witch Clan was powerful, it posed no threat to them.

Taking the lead in uniting the Ten Thousand Races would be a thankless task.

Baize remained composed. He had expected them to ask this. On the way here, he had already been considering how to persuade these great powers to step forward.

And now, hadn't his chance arrived?

Fortunately, he'd come prepared.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, Fellow Daoist Nuwa, the Witch Clan is expanding unchecked and slaughtering innocents. The myriad living beings of the Primordial World are all crying out in resentment."

"Such an act goes against the harmony of Heaven and is naturally intolerable to Heaven and Earth. If someone could step forward now and lead the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World against the Witch Clan's tyranny, they would not only enjoy the fortune of the Ten Thousand Races, but might even earn great merit."

"Although the two of you are innate divine beings, you are still part of the Primordial Land. No one else has the qualifications you do."

Baize spoke earnestly, his reasoning laid out in perfect order.

Nuwa and Fuxi were indeed moved by his words. Ever since Hongjun had expounded the Dao, the strength of the great powers had surged. Though they had been born with innate divine roots, they too felt immense pressure.

"Fellow Daoist Baize, the Witch Clan is fierce, and it has the Twelve Ancestral Witches. In my view, even if the Ten Thousand Races united, they would struggle to stand against them, wouldn't they?"

Nuwa said with a smile. Deep in her heart, she sensed that this might be her opportunity.

At her level of cultivation, she could already foresee certain fortunes and misfortunes in advance—to seek good fortune and avoid calamity.

Baize's heart leapt. Nuwa's words meant she was considering it.

"Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao truly didn't deceive me!"

Nuwa and Fuxi were renowned great powers throughout the Primordial Land, and their strength was only slightly inferior to top-tier figures like the Three Pure Ones.

It would be ideal if they stepped forward.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you needn't worry about that. There are many great powers among the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World. United, they might well be able to contend with the Witch Clan."

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

Baize explained as if everything were already under his control.

Nuwa nodded. It was impossible to tell whether she was pleased or troubled. After a brief silence, she suddenly asked, "Fellow Daoist Baize, who sent you to find us?"

"No one. I came on my own. You must know that I understand the heavens above and the earth below, and can glimpse a sliver of the future's mysteries."

Baize spoke with a hint of showmanship.

He didn't reveal Ling Xiao's involvement. Otherwise, wouldn't it sound as though he'd gone to someone else first, been turned down, and only then come to them?

"I see..."

Nuwa said softly, though she didn't seem entirely convinced.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, it's true. Fellow Daoist Baize can foresee the future. There's nothing he doesn't know."

Jimeng couldn't help chiming in. This time, he earned an approving look from his companion.

"Some use after all," Baize thought.

"Fellow Daoist, you certainly have impressive methods," Nuwa said casually. She didn't truly believe Baize possessed such abilities.

In the current state of the Primordial World, she feared that no one but the Dao Ancestor could see through its grand currents.

Her skeptical attitude immediately stirred Jimeng's rebellious streak. He was determined to defend Baize's reputation.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, don't doubt him! The Golden Crow on the Sun Star said there was a savior on Mount Buzhou who could rescue the Ten Thousand Races. Baize figured out with a single divination that it was you. Just tell me, isn't that impressive..."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

Baize's face changed abruptly. He nearly choked to death on a mouthful of blood and began coughing furiously, frantically signaling Jimeng to stop.

He wanted nothing more than to kick his useless teammate out the door.

Everything had been going so well just a moment ago.

And then he suddenly went and lost his mind.

Hadn't I just praised you for nothing!

Nuwa's expression froze. Then she laughed coldly and said, "Baize, would you care to explain what's going on?"

Baize gave an awkward laugh and forced himself to explain. "It's like this. I'm friends with the Golden Crow on the Sun Star. We happened to discuss this topic, and he divined that there was a great power on Mount Buzhou capable of uniting the Ten Thousand Races."

"I guessed it was you."

"That's the whole story."

Baize spread his hands, acting as though it were all perfectly reasonable.

"Heh. Do you think I'd believe you?"

Nuwa sneered and looked straight at Baize, her gaze full of scrutiny.

Then she turned her eyes toward the distant void, gazing at the Sun hanging high above as she fell into thought.

"Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao, what do you mean by this?"