After the grand gathering at the Heavenly Court ended, everyone sat around in Taishang's Doushu Palace for a while. Between their boasting, they reminisced about the hardships of the past and cherished the sweetness of the present, then went their separate ways.
Like a little Daoist acolyte, Xuandu sat obediently to one side and listened to these big shots brag.
The utterly incredulous look on his face showed that he had been completely awestruck by their incredible exploits, feeling himself to be so tiny and pitiful.
Wu Chu had originally thought that Houtu's journey through the Primordial World to seek out those Spirit-Body Ghosts would see her return soon. Yet the young lady was still traveling across the Primordial Land.
Meanwhile, the Enlightenment Tea Leaf on the Little Enlightenment Tea Tree, inscribed with Divine Patterns of the Great Dao Laws of Reincarnation, was growing increasingly ripe.
Clearly, the Great Dao of Reincarnation upon it was nearing completion.
Whenever Wu Chu saw this, he felt that the creation of Reincarnation was imminent.
Yet in the blink of an eye, another ten thousand years passed.
Even Wu Chu felt that his Literary Dao had reached maturity. In particular, the Human Clan's comprehension of these Great Daos had sparked ideas akin to the Hundred Schools of Thought.
Of course, Wu Chu had guided those sparks of thought in the beginning.
It was simply somewhat regrettable that, because of his deliberate guidance, the Human Clan of today had already diverged drastically from that of the original Primordial World myths.
Perhaps human sages like the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the original Primordial World myths would no longer appear upon this Primordial Land.
The Human Clan of the Primordial World had not endured that primitive age of eating raw flesh and drinking blood, of