Born Human, I'm Sorry

Kunlun Mountain.

This mountain was known as the Ancestor Vein of Ten Thousand Mountains and also called the Homeland of the Gods. Peaks rose and fell in majestic ranks, countless blessed lands lay hidden within, and stars shone brilliantly as purple clouds scattered their radiance.

West of Kunlun Mountains lay Queen Mother of the West's dojo, as well as the gathering place of many Primordial Female Immortals.

East Kunlun, meanwhile, was the seat of the Three Pure Ones' lineage. Spiritual Qi permeated the air, Saintly Dao Charm filled the void, and it was a holy land in the hearts of countless seekers of the Dao.

At present, it was the era of the Tribulation of Witches and Demons.

With Buzhou Mountain as their center, the Twelve Ancestral Witches dominated the land of the Primordial Wilderness, while Demon Emperor Jun led billions of Demon Clan members to occupy the boundless starry skies of the Primordial World.

Xuan Qing rode a rainbow bridge down onto an unnamed peak and called out, "Senior Brother Duobao, Xuan Qing requests an audience. Do you have a moment to spare?"

"Hahaha!"

Before the man appeared, his voice arrived first. Hearing Xuan Qing's call, a slightly plump Daoist wearing a lotus crown of the Upper Pure and a yin-yang Daoist robe emerged from his cave abode. "So it's Junior Brother Xuan Qing!"

Daoist Duobao was exceptionally enthusiastic. "You came at just the right time, Junior Brother. I've just refined a magic treasure called the Fire Repelling Cover. It can withstand Samadhi True Fire. Would you like to test its power with me?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Qing immediately flattered him. "Senior Brother Duobao truly is an unprecedented genius. Your Artifact Refining has reached a miraculous level. Perhaps one day, you may even rival Second Uncle-Master!"

Daoist Duobao was overjoyed. Grabbing Xuan Qing, he was about to test the Fire Repelling Cover's power.

Xuan Qing was already used to this.

He had experienced such things countless times. As Sect Master Tongtian's disciple, Daoist Duobao did not care for sword Dao or Formation Dao, yet he was deeply devoted to Artifact Refining. It was truly somewhat unorthodox. If Sect Master Tongtian had not been so open-minded, and if the relationship between the Three Pure Ones had not still been decent, he might well have been expelled from the sect.

Xuan Qing was not originally from this world. For some unknown reason, he had transmigrated into the Primordial World and become one of the three thousand Innate Human Race personally molded by Empress Nuwa. After enduring many twists and turns, he had ultimately joined Saint Tongtian's Jie Sect and become the third Personal disciple after Daoist Duobao and Golden Spirit Holy Mother.

In his previous life, he had read countless novels related to the Primordial Wilderness. Yet only after truly transmigrating here did he understand just how vast the difference was between reality and imagination.

Don't ask why he had resolutely joined the Jie Sect despite knowing its future fate... It wasn't because he had grown tired of living. He simply had no other choice!

When he had transmigrated to the Primordial Wilderness, it happened to be the time when Nuwa created humans and became a saint. Unfortunately, Nuwa was irresponsible. After becoming a saint, she immediately headed into the chaos to establish her dojo.

Uh...

Nuwa had not done absolutely nothing. Before leaving, she issued a decree to the Primordial Wilderness, declaring that no cultivator could harm the Human Race for one yuanhui.

Of course, that was all.

After understanding his circumstances, Xuan Qing began seeking a way out. As one of the three thousand Innate Human Race, his innate foundation was quite good by Primordial Wilderness standards. He had been born at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm.

Unfortunately, Nuwa had not left behind a method of cultivation. He possessed only the foundation for eternal life, without any protective arts or cultivation technique to advance his realm.

Other Heavenly Immortal cultivators could Ride Clouds and Drive Mist, Summon Wind and Rain, move mountains, shift peaks, and turn stone into gold. He could only watch them with envy.

Of course, it was not as though he had never tried creating his own cultivation technique—absorbing the qi of heaven and earth, developing supreme divine abilities—but in the end, he had only figured out a few Heterodox Paths.

For example, forming a shield around his body with spiritual qi, condensing a giant palm seal out of spiritual qi, or triggering massive explosions through the compression of spiritual qi.

The Primordial World had existed for an unknown number of yuanhui. Hongjun's preaching at Purple Cloud Palace and the establishment of the immortal Dao system had occurred more than a hundred yuanhui ago. How could his wisdom alone compare to the wisdom of billions of living beings?

Rely on himself?

Better to rely on others!

After suffering through more than a thousand years of harsh reality, he found the mud pit where Nuwa had created humans and used its soil to sculpt a statue of that Holy Mother.

From then on, he worshiped day and night, praying devoutly that the Holy Mother would hear his calls and answer his prayers.

Naturally, it was effective. A Sage possessed boundless divine abilities. Even if someone merely recited her name, she could sense it in the unseen.

Of course, whether she was willing to pay attention to you was another matter entirely.

Perhaps sincerity moved the heavens. Perhaps Xuan Qing had become too noisy. Or perhaps Empress Nuwa felt that the statue Xuan Qing had "carefully sculpted" failed to reflect her beauty. After his tireless prayers day and night, she finally responded to him once. Not only did she correct the statue he had made for her, but she also bestowed upon him a genuine Dharma Gate.

That Dharma Gate was profound and vast, containing endless mysteries of creation. It was called the Creation Yuan Gong. After studying it day and night, Xuan Qing finally broke through to the True Immortal realm several hundred years later.

Unfortunately, the technique was far too abstruse. Even after studying it day and night, Xuan Qing had only grasped a superficial fragment. Without a famous master to explain its mysteries, he simply could not continue cultivating it and had nearly suffered cultivation deviation.

Fortunately, after transmigrating, he had imitated countless transmigrator predecessors by drilling wood to make fire, firing pottery, sewing clothes... He had gained considerable Merit and Fortune, which prevented him from dying to the technique's backlash.

During that time, it was not as if he had never considered asking Nuwa for guidance. But after that one manifestation of holiness, the statue had fallen completely silent, and Nuwa never responded to him again.

What a trap for a son!

Xuan Qing had complained about the Holy Mother countless times in his heart, but he ultimately did not dare voice those complaints. He feared that if he spoke disrespectfully, Empress Nuwa might strike him with heavenly lightning.

He could only keep trying and failing!

With Merit added to his body and the Primordial World's abundant Innate Spiritual Qi, after ten thousand years, he finally raised his cultivation to the peak of the True Immortal realm.

Then, he encountered the second great benefactor of his cultivation journey—Taiqing Laozi!

When Taiqing Laozi sought the Dao among the Human Race, Xuan Qing had been incomparably attentive, practically wishing he could rush forward and embrace his thigh. When Taiqing Laozi established a religion and became a saint, passing down the Golden Core Great Dao to the Human Race, Xuan Qing had directly bowed his head to the ground and acknowledged him as master.

Unfortunately, Taiqing saw traces of the Creation Yuan Gong on him. Furthermore, Taiqing believed that the cultivation technique of the Grand Pure lineage required one to possess "a heart as clear as ice, unshaken even if the heavens collapsed." Xuan Qing's temperament was unsuitable for the Dao of inaction. Thus, Taiqing accepted Xuandu, another member of the Innate Human Race, as his Personal disciple, but never took Xuan Qing into his own sect.

Still, perhaps because he saw how steadfast Xuan Qing was in seeking the Dao, and because Xuan Qing possessed considerable Merit and Fortune, along with having served him day and night, Taiqing brought Xuan Qing back to Kunlun Mountain and had him join Sect Master Tongtian's sect.

There was no other way!

Although the Innate Human Race was rather extraordinary, they were still artificially created innate beings. Compared to those lifeforms born from heaven and earth, who possessed immense Fortune from birth, there remained a vast gap. Xuan Qing could not catch Primordial Lord of Heaven's eye.

Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix!

Perhaps, for Taiqing's sake, Primordial Lord of Heaven might have accepted him as a Registered disciple. But after careful consideration, Xuan Qing still decided to join Tongtian's sect.

"Born human, I'm sorry!"

It was not as if Xuan Qing had never considered helping the Human Race of this era, but unfortunately, he simply lacked both the ability and the qualifications.

After all...

Even after listening to Taiqing Laozi and Sect Master Tongtian preach in succession, he had only reached the Golden Immortal realm. In the Primordial Wilderness, he was merely an insignificant little shrimp!

In the current Primordial Wilderness, Innate Spiritual Qi had yet to be cut off. Coupled with Hongjun's preaching at Purple Cloud Palace, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Daluo cultivators walked everywhere, while Taiyi cultivators were less valuable than dogs!

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