The Primordial World Wasn't All Fighting and Killing-There Were Human Relationships to Navigate, Too
Ziwei's aura grew increasingly powerful, reaching the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, yet it showed no signs of stopping.
"I have transcended my past life; it's time to break through..."
In his previous life, he was stuck at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, unable to break through to the Quasi-Sage. Now, the time has come, and he is finally about to take this step.
Defeating Haotian and seizing the Kongtong Seal greatly increased the fortune of the Human Race, and Ziwei also enjoyed the fruits of this success. The immense fortune caused his cultivation to increase uncontrollably.
The abnormality of the Way of Fortune lies in this: it is either slow or, once it becomes fast, it is truly terrifying.
Ziwei has only cultivated for tens of thousands of years since he took human form, and he is already about to break through to the Quasi-Sage.
This speed is simply outrageous. In his previous life, he had worked hard for countless millennia but still failed to break through to the Quasi-Sage.
The difference between the two is obvious.
"Sir, you are truly brilliant..."
Ziwei admired Ling Xiao in her heart, her respect for him as boundless as the mighty Milky Way.
Everything was arranged for him meticulously, as if nothing in the world could be hidden from him.
He understands everything in the world better than even the Dao Ancestor.
"The master has figured it all out..."
That's all Ziwei could say; she had absolutely no doubt about Ling Xiao's words.
Reflect on this.
A vast aura suddenly descended, then erupted with a boom, stirring up wind and clouds and enveloping the boundless land.
He finally broke free of his shackles and became a powerful being at the Quasi-Sage level.
This powerful aura permeated the heavens Eight Desolations, starting from Mount Shouyang and spreading to the Primordial World.
At this moment, all the powerful figures in the Eastern Wasteland sensed this aura and looked towards Mount Shouyang with surprise.
"Quasi-Sage expert has been born among the Human Race..."
For a race that has only existed for tens of thousands of years, such speed goes without saying; it would instantly annihilate countless powerful beings.
Even when they listened to the Dao at the Purple Heaven Palace, it didn't happen this fast.
This is outrageous!
The powerful figures were shocked and couldn't help but doubt again: Could it be that the Human Race's origins were the most outstanding in the world?
As the saying goes, the Great Dao, and the unadorned and utterly worthless foundation of Human Race perfectly embodies this principle.
Although they are mere mortals, none in the entire Primordial World are worse than them, yet they contain extremely profound and mysterious principles of the Great Dao.
Of course, if you ask them if they want this kind of physique...
The answer is no.
The risk is too great to produce only a handful of truly outstanding individuals from among billions of talents.
"My God... Ziwei has become Quasi-Sage?"
Halfway up Mount Kunlun, Xuandu was meditating, was startled awake. Sensing that familiar aura, he was immediately dumbfounded, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.
He diligently cultivated, but lingered at the Golden Immortal realm, pondering how to break through to the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. However, Ziwei took off again, directly reaching the Quasi-Sage.
Xuandu's lips trembled with envy.
The regret in my heart grew even stronger.
After Laozi brought him back, he was left to fend for himself in the Mount Kunlun. If he had known this would happen, he would have been better off following Ziwei on his adventures.
If he could go back in time, he would definitely reach out and make a pact with Ziwei to protect the Human Race.
But now, it's too late.
Just as Xuandu was lost in thought, a chubby Daoist priest arrived at the place.
"Senior Brother Xuandu, my name is Duobao. I am a disciple of the Shangqing Saint. Our master sent me here to cultivate with you."
Xuandu came to his senses and looked at the fat Daoist in front of him with a pitying expression.
Well, I was tricked again.
"If I cultivate with you, won't I lead you astray?"
Xuandu regained his composure, adopted the demeanor of a senior brother, and asked sternly:
"Duobao Brother Duobao, what realm are you at now?"
The portly Daoist priest grinned sheepishly and said, "Junior brother is not very talented; I was merely Primordial Unity Golden Immortal just now."
"Taiyi..."
Xuandu froze, his whole body going numb.
"So you weren't here to cultivate with me... but rather to teach me how to cultivate..."
After Ziwei achieved the Quasi-Sage, the entire Human Race celebrated wildly, with eighty-one powerful beings vying to offer their congratulations.
"It's time to make a trip to the Dragon Clan."
Having stabilized his cultivation, Ziwei immediately rose and flew out of his secluded cultivation place, intending to lead a group of powerful figures into the sea.
"Chief, are we going to fight the Dragon Clan?" Manshan Clan asked excitedly but hesitantly. He wanted to fight, but he was afraid that he would lose, so he was conflicted.
"The Four Seas are vast and boundless, Dragon Clan has a profound foundation. Even if we have formations, this battle will probably not be easy!" Cangwu analyzed for a while. They were not good at water to begin with, and then they had to go to the sea to fight the Dragon Clan race.
Such behavior is outrageous no matter how you look at it.
When did Human Race become so arrogant?
Having existed for less than ten thousand years, they're already attacking the Dragon Clan?
"This battle is hard to avoid. The Primordial Land is now the territory of the Witch Clan, and they will make their move sooner or later..." Ligan said solemnly, his fighting spirit already rising.
If we don't act now, we'll have to fight sooner or later.
Do you expect the Witch Clan to coexist peacefully with them?
That's unrealistic; when faced with racial righteousness and self-interest, everything else is meaningless.
Seeing the tense expressions on everyone's faces, Ziwei couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Who said we were going to fight?"
"This world isn't just about fighting and killing; it's also about human relationships and social dynamics..."
Upon hearing this, all the powerful figures were taken aback. What did this mean? Were they going to drink tea instead of fighting?
Do you really think the Dragon Clan is a pushover? They were once the overlords of heaven and earth, after all.
"Let's go, we'll talk as we walk."
Ziwei kept everyone in suspense, leading the puzzled group to the Coast of the East Sea.
They made no attempt to conceal their actions, acting with great fanfare, which naturally attracted a great deal of attention.
Having just witnessed Ziwei achieve Quasi-Sage, he's already making his next move; it's hard not to pay attention.
"Is the Human Race heading to the East Sea? They're getting too arrogant. They've only just become Quasi-Sage and they're already attacking the Dragon Clan race. Although the Dragon Clan isn't what it used to be, their resources are still not to be underestimated."
"Putting aside the formations, the Human Race is indeed no match for the Dragon Clan, but with two peerless and deadly formations in their hands, I don't know how they could possibly lose?"
"Speaking of which, the Human Race only brought such a small number of people, completely disregarding the Dragon Clan. Their arrogance might be their downfall!" a powerful figure commented. The Human Race, having experienced several victories, had become somewhat unaware of their own limitations.
They have absolutely no idea of their own capabilities.
Ultimately, it all comes down to those two formations. Without formations, what would you have?
The demons scattered among the nameless stars were immediately excited upon seeing this scene.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! It would be best if both sides were severely injured and completely annihilated!" the great demon Bi Fang said with a sinister grin.
Kunpeng sat cross-legged on a Primordial Stars, gazing intently at the Primordial Land, lost in thought.
Mount Kunlun.
"It seems the teacher's plan has worked; the Human Race is indeed unable to restrain itself from attacking the Dragon Clan race," Yuanshi said with a sneer.
"The seas are not like the land; they conceal endless terrors..." Laozi gazed at the Four Seas and said expressionlessly.