Time knows no age in the Primordial World, where bitter winters pass in a blur.
On Kunlun Mountain, mists and rosy clouds scattered radiant colors, while the sun and moon cast shifting lights, surrounded by a thousand ancient cypresses and myriad sections of lush bamboo.
The myriad-fathoms-high mountain was dyed with verdant pines, looking from afar like a pure jade celestial pillar connecting heaven and earth, gazing across the space toward the Big Dipper in the distant sky.
Weak Water surrounded it on all sides, making traces of ordinary living beings nearly extinct.
Only within a grotto at the foot of the mountain, shielded by green pines, myriad streams of rosy light shone, and boundless Primordial Spiritual Qi swarmed unceasingly toward a huge white egg at the center of the grotto.
As time flowed leisurely, the silver patterns engraved upon the eggshell grew increasingly dazzling, their circulation displaying boundless profound Dao principles.
Crack—
A crisp sound rang out as a crack appeared on the eggshell, spreading downward at an astonishing speed.
Crack, crack, crack—pop!
A white head—growing a pair of small horns, whiskers beneath its chin, and resembling both a dragon and a tiger—pushed against the eggshell and poked its way out.
Beneath those silvery-white hairs, a pair of deep blue eyes flashed with bewildered panic, and then it began to instinctively nibble on the surrounding eggshell.
Until it swallowed the very last piece, those hazy blue eyes gradually grew incomparably clear.
Have I been reborn as Bai Ze?!
Have I transmigrated into the Primordial World?!
My big talk actually came true; I'm really not being a human in this lifetime anymore!
Bai Ze looked at his own furry paws and felt like crying without tears.
In his past life, he was an ordinary corporate slave who had nothing worth mentioning aside from a love for reading books.
Yet being reborn as Bai Ze and transmigrating into the Primordial World in this life was both an opportunity and a crisis.
Well-read in the Classic of Mountains and Seas and various Primordial World novels, Bai Ze clearly knew that he was none other than an Innate Divine in the Primordial World—Bai Ze!
His most obvious innate talent was mastery over all things, knowing everything from birth.
Yet what surprised him was that he had actually started from an oviparous birth.
His inner feelings were exceptionally complex for a time.
Bai Ze was born after the Creation of Heaven and before the Dragon-Han Primordial Calamity, an Innate Divine born on Kunlun Mountain from the mutual resonance of Innate Pure Qi and mysterious laws.
During the Tribulation of Lich, he was entrusted with heavy responsibilities by Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, assisting the Demon Emperor in unifying the scattered demon factions, establishing the Heavenly Court, contending for Destiny Aura, and opposing the Wu Clan.
However, after the war between the Wu Clan and the demon race failed, he suffered severe injuries while covering the escape of Di Jun's ten sons, Lu Ya, resulting in his Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown being shaved away and his Daluo Dao Fruit being severed.
Later, he took the remaining demon tribes to seek protection from the demon Sage Nuwa, receiving the revelation that because of the Lich war which shattered the Primordial World, the demon race needed to submit to the Human Race to gain a portion of Destiny Aura in order to preserve the demon race from destruction and repay a portion of Karma.
Yet upon learning of this, Lu Ya was unwilling to bow his head to the feeble Human Race, and in his anger, he led the remaining demon race to leave in private.
Nevertheless, for the greater good of the demon race's survival, Bai Ze burned away his lifelong cultivation and essence blood, writing the Classic of Bai Ze to present to the Yellow Emperor, and ultimately dying in battle.
Yet afterwards, not only did he fail to receive the demon race's gratitude, but he also incurred the eternal infamy of having betrayed the demon race.
He became the greatest laughingstock in the entire Primordial World.
Clearly his origin was profound, his blessed fortune long-lasting, and his strategic intellect soaring to the heavens—second only to the likes of the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa—yet in the end, all his efforts merely served to make wedding clothes for others.
Meanwhile, those innate spirits and entities transformed from Innate Spirit Treasures whose origins were inferior to his, and even some dark and evil beings, managed to attain the right fruit.
As for him, Bai Ze, possessing profound blessed fortune, merely because his talent was unsuited for combat, fell and died after being severely injured by the Wu Clan and on account of a mere Classic of Bai Ze.
This absurd and hasty death truly left him endlessly sighing.
Given his origin and potential, had he concentrated on cultivating the Dao and kept aloof from worldly affairs, even becoming a Quasi-Saint was not entirely out of the question.
Even in this Primordial World, he could not compare to top-tier second-generation figures like the Three Pure Ones, born from Pangu's soul.
Yet among the third generation he could still be considered a standout, but due to his ineptitude in combat, he ultimately turned into the ashes of calamity.
It seemed as though his birth existed solely to fulfill the Calamity Cycles, rendering him utterly insignificant.
The Dragon-Han Primordial Calamity, the Dao-Demon Conflict, Nuwa's attainment of Sagehood, the Three Pure Ones founding sects... A trace of contemplation flashed through Bai Ze's eyes.
Everything's beginning stemmed from the Dao-Demon Conflict, Hongjun's expounding of the Dao, Nuwa's attainment of Sagehood, and the skyrocketing ambitions of the demon race.
Ultimately, under the influence of the Calamity Cycle and the instigation of Kunpeng, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi refused to listen to Bai Ze's dissuasion, suffering the fate of losing all their Destiny Aura and being consumed by karmic fire.
Knowing his own ending, Bai Ze naturally would not repeat past mistakes.
Yet the Chan Sect placed the utmost importance on origin and blessed fortune; with his origin, there would naturally be no problem. However, during the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, the Twelve Golden Immortals had their crown Three Flowers shaved away and their five chest Qi exhausted by the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.
A portion of them ended up on the Investiture List, while another portion was ferried to the West by the Western Sages.
Their outcome appeared victorious, but in truth, their losses were catastrophic.
The Jie Sect... The Calamity Cycle began because of him. Even though the Jie Sect was extremely protective of its members, practiced the teaching of the Dao without discrimination, and seized a sliver of vitality for all beings,
ever since the battle of the Myriad Immortals Formation, where his fellow disciples were carved up by the Heavenly Court, the West, and various major factions, and even the Tongtian Cult Master was imprisoned within the Purple Heaven Palace, that miserable ending made one shudder just to think about it.
At this moment, although there were still several Calamity Cycles away from the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, he truly did not dare to entangle himself in such Karma.
As for the Western Teaching... it was completely outside the scope of his consideration. After all, Diting, who possessed a talent similar to his, was still gnawing on bones in the netherworld of the underworld.
If he went there, he would purely be a tool.
Moreover, looking across the entire Primordial World, the figures of the Western Teaching appeared in almost every calamity cycle.
After the Dragon-Han Primordial Calamity, Zhunnti and his companion took advantage of the fire to loot and plunder quite a few members of the Dragon Clan.
During the Witch-Demon Calamity, the Western Teaching used the pretext of providing shelter to convert numerous demon clan members into scapegoats.
During the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, they feasted so much that their mouths dripped with oil!
If he went there, probably not even his bone slag would be left uneaten.
The personal disciple of Taiqing from the Human Teaching might not enter the calamity cycles, but Taiqing's criteria for taking disciples... were too hard to fathom.
Thinking this way and that, it seemed none of the factions were ideal.
Hongjun sat high in the Purple Heaven Palace, while the Six Sages occupied the outer heavens.
The sages held the pieces, all living beings served as pawns, and the Primordial World was the board.
Beneath the sages, all are ants is no empty saying; if one wishes for longevity and carefree ease, one must only prove the Great Dao and transcend the chaos!
Bai Ze stood up, walked to the stone wall carved with mysterious patterns, and his thoughts grew increasingly clear.
As for the Daluo Golden Immortal path, the highest achievement of his entire life would at most be severing the three corpses to reach the Quasi-Saint realm.
As for attaining sagehood through merit... he would still be restricted by the heavenly dao, making true carefree ease hard to find.
Force-Proving Dao was the hardest, but also the strongest!!!
Right now it was the dawn of the creation of heaven, a time when all things were created and each was groping to explore the Great Dao.
In terms of strength, he surely could not compare to chaos demon gods like Hongjun, let alone top-tier second-generation figures with heavenly dao hacks like the Three Pure Ones.
But! He was the divine beast Bai Ze who knew the future well!
In this era where innate spirit treasures could be picked up casually and primordial spiritual roots eaten at will.
Knowing the future as he did, as long as he laid low, carefully plotted, steadily developed, and avoided karma, proving the Dao by force was not entirely impossible!!!
Bai Ze looked at the naturally formed mysterious patterns on the stone wall that circulated with boundless dao rhyme, his eyes flashing:
This grand array is an innate formation with strong concealing effects. I will first comprehend this array thoroughly, and then leave the cave dwelling to seek opportunities!
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