I, the Purifying World White Lotus, and Pangu

The East Sea was boundless, stretching for an unknown number of trillions upon trillions of miles. Deep within the East Sea, a small island radiating a sacred glow drifted in solitude. Yin and Yang energies permeated the air, while primordial spiritual essences gathered in a ceaseless flow. The island was lush with spiritual flora, a place of myriad wonders and creation.

Yet, in the center of this primordial blessed land, a white lotus in full bloom swayed ever so slightly.

As the white lotus swayed, the infinite Sha Qi between heaven and earth seemed to be purified, transforming directly into the purest primordial spiritual energy.

Where is this?

How did I end up in this place?

The Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus—have I arrived in the world of the Primordial World?

Countless years passed before a faint consciousness stirred within the vast chaos. It instinctively wanted to struggle, to receive a response, but for now, only the instinctual swaying answered it.

As time flew by, the faint consciousness grew stronger, and he finally understood his identity.

He had transmigrated, and he had become a white lotus.

However, this white lotus seemed somewhat formidable; it was the legendary Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Purifying World White Lotus.

This origin could be considered top-tier, and it would be no exaggeration to say it stood proudly over the entire Primordial World. After all, in a certain sense, he was related to Pangu; calling himself a brother to the great god Pangu was not a stretch, as they both originated from the Primordial Chaos Green Lotus.

It was said that in the void of chaos, before all spirits were born, heaven and earth were one. In such a chaotic realm, a Primordial Chaos Green Lotus grew.

This Primordial Chaos Green Lotus bloomed with thirty-six petals, and within it, the great god Pangu and five innate lotus seeds were gestated.

One of these five lotus seeds was him. Tracing the source, he and the great god Pangu both emerged from the Primordial Chaos Green Lotus; calling them brothers was not an exaggeration at all.

Such an origin left him both shocked and delighted. He was delighted because, as long as he could take human form, it would be nearly impossible for him to remain unknown. Even without the Primordial Purple Qi, he might still reach the level of a Quasi-Sage, and reaching the heights of Zhen Yuanzi or Styx would be no problem at all.

What he feared was that for a Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, taking human form was extremely difficult and fraught with danger. If even the slightest mistake occurred, he could be utterly destroyed, his True Spirit dissipated forever.

But having arrived in this Primordial World, he understood deeply that if he remained in the form of the Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus, he would eventually face a great calamity.

A Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure was precious beyond measure; even a Sage would be tempted.

The Western Sect, a great sect with two Sages, likely did not possess five Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

In a world where one would be refined or have their True Spirit erased if they did not fight, he had to plan for himself at all costs.

From this moment on, the past was gone; there was only Jing Chu of the Primordial World!

As his True Spirit flickered with this thought, the Primordial World itself seemed to respond. With a crack of Purple Cloud Divine Thunder, boundless inherited memories poured incessantly into Jing Chu's mind.

Within his mind, the continuous flow of inherited memories was so profound that, in the moment of realization, Jing Chu fell into a deep state of epiphany.

Boundless spiritual energy and Sha Qi seemed to be drawn to him, flowing toward him incessantly, only to be absorbed, transformed, and refined into his own body, becoming fuel to elevate his cultivation.

Whether a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand years had passed, Jing Chu finally awoke from his epiphany, dazed and intoxicated.

As he fully awoke, the inherited memories had been completely absorbed, signifying that the Primordial World had officially recognized his identity.

He was now a legitimate, orthodox existence of the Primordial World, no longer an outsider begging for scraps.

With the inherited memories absorbed, he now had a direction for his transformation.

The next step was to continuously contemplate his own origin, striving to take human form after countless Yuanhui.

Although he had found the path to transformation, the danger had not vanished. As long as he did not take human form and cultivate the Primordial Dao Body, there would come a day when he was discovered and refined into a magic treasure for someone to sit upon.

As Jing Chu began to contemplate his origin once more, the boundless spiritual energy across the vast Primordial World surged again. Like a whale swallowing the ocean, he absorbed the infinite energy into his body.

The center of the island that nurtured Jing Chu was a lake, and in the heart of this lake lay a divine water known to all in the Primordial World: the Three Lights Divine Water.

The Three Lights Divine Water consisted of the Sunlight Divine Water, the Moonlight Divine Water, and the Starlight Divine Water. Taken individually, each was a highly toxic substance.

The Sunlight Divine Water eroded blood, essence, bone, and flesh.

The Moonlight Divine Water corroded the Primordial Spirit and soul.

The Starlight Divine Water dissolved the True Spirit and consciousness.

Yet, when these three divine waters were combined, they became a boundless panacea for healing, capable of nourishing one's origin and cultivating spiritual roots, providing immense aid to one's own cultivation.

As Jing Chu continuously contemplated his origin, droplets of the Three Lights Divine Water fell upon the white petals of his true form.

Pure and sacred, he radiated a flawless, holy aura from the inside out.

In the Primordial World, time was always worthless. Who knew how much more time had passed—perhaps one Yuanhui, perhaps ten, or perhaps even more.

As a vast and mighty voice echoed from the sky, Jing Chu was jolted from his contemplation of his origin.

This vast, sacred voice made him realize exactly what era he was in.

"I am Hongjun."

"Today, I attain Sagehood!"

"Considering that cultivation is difficult for all living beings and the Great Dao is arduous."

"Ten thousand years from now, I shall lecture on the Great Dao at the Purple Cloud Palace in the chaos. All those with affinity may come to listen."

The Dragon-Han Tribulation, Hongjun becoming a god—so he was still in an era before the great sects had even appeared.

He had to accelerate his transformation. With the Dao Ancestor Hongjun becoming a Sage, after three lectures, the number of powerhouses in the Primordial World would only increase.

In the coming era of the Witch-Demon Calamity, Taiyi cultivators would be as common as dogs, and Great Luo would walk everywhere; only a Quasi-Sage could protect themselves.

Once the Witch-Demon War began, heaven and earth would become a battlefield for the two clans. If he did not take human form, the danger would draw ever closer.

He decided that he must take human form before the arrival of the Witch-Demon Calamity, and he had to join one of the three sects to gain the protection of a Sage.

Come to think of it, this Primordial World was truly a place that valued connections.

With a powerful background, one could act without restraint; even amidst a calamity, a Sage was capable of stepping in to shield you.

Without such backing, one could only leave everything to fate.

As a Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure with a decent origin that had yet to take human form, he had to find an expert of the Sage realm to protect him; after all, if he were too reckless, he would sooner or later perish in this boundless Primordial World.