Becoming a Sage

The Merit that fell upon Lu Chen amounted to two-tenths, half a tenth went to the Gourd Vine, and the remaining seven and a half tenths all went to Nuwa.

Lu Chen felt the profundity of this Merit. With this Merit alone, if he wished, his cultivation could soar like a rocket in an instant, shooting straight into the Quasi-Saint realm. This was after he had cultivated the Nine-Turn Origin Art, making his progress a thousand times more difficult than ordinary people's. For an ordinary cultivator, so long as they had enough Lingbao, instantly severing two corpses would be perfectly normal.

And this was only two-tenths. One could well imagine how immense and boundless the Merit contained within Nuwa, who alone had received seven and a half tenths, must be.

As the Merit entered Nuwa's body, her aura instantly surged.

It rose steadily, without the slightest sign of exhaustion.

Very soon, it climbed to the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm...

Boom!

A thunderous roar rang out from within Nuwa's body. An unfathomably profound aura radiated around her, and her entire being stepped into another realm.

The next second, rosy clouds flooded the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, and countless wondrous phenomena appeared.

A vast pressure enveloped the Primordial World.

Nuwa became the second Sage after Hongjun, and every faction stirred.

Three Pure Ones Palace.

The Three Pure Ones also opened their eyes. Feeling that familiar yet unfamiliar pressure, Yuanshi and Laozi's bodies were instantly pressed several degrees lower.

"Nuwa actually became a Sage!!!" Yuanshi's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Though Nuwa was also a direct disciple of the Dao Ancestor, that had only ever made him regard her as an equal.

As for her becoming a Sage before them, he had never considered such a possibility. In his heart, he believed that Laozi would certainly be the first to become a Sage, and he himself the second.

At most, Nuwa should only have come third.

Yet Nuwa had somehow taken the lead. Yuanshi felt terribly unbalanced.

Though Laozi's gaze flickered slightly, he did not reveal what he was thinking.

Tongtian swayed slightly beneath the pressure. A streak of sword-light flashed through his eyes, and he sat upright upon his cushion.

"Nuwa actually became a Sage!"

Within the Endless Nether Sea, where blood qi permeated the air.

"Creating humans to become a Sage?"

"I too can give it a try."

Minghe sat cross-legged upon a crimson lotus platform. Feeling the Sage's pressure and hearing that Nuwa had become a Sage through creating humans, the eyes of Minghe, who had devoted himself to imitating the paths others took to become Sages, lit up.

With a wave of his hand.

Blood bubbles swelled in the Blood Sea, giving birth to three thousand Asura. The women were fiery and seductive, while the men were incomparably ugly.

"I, Minghe, have created a race within the Blood Sea, named Asura. May the Heavenly Dao bear witness!"

Countless great powers turned their gazes toward the Blood Sea, anticipation in their eyes.

They were all watching, waiting to see whether Minghe could become a Sage. If Minghe succeeded as well, they would imitate him...

The Heavenly Dao obligingly trembled, and Merit clouds appeared above the Blood Sea. Yet compared to Nuwa's, which had covered the entire Shores of the East Sea, it was more than a level inferior—not even one-tenth as much.

The Merit entered Minghe's body, and his cultivation steadily rose. Once the Merit was exhausted, Minghe's cultivation had advanced from the late stage to the peak.

Seeing this, the great powers watching in secret shook their heads and continued seeking their own paths.

Witch Clan.

As the most seasoned among the Ancestral Witches, Dijiang wore a gloomy expression as he said in a deep voice, "Nuwa has become a Sage. The Demon Race now has a Sage, and their strength has greatly increased. That is no good thing for our Witch Clan."

Zhu Jiuyin, the second eldest, smiled faintly. "Big Brother need not worry. I have observed the River of Time, and Nuwa does not appear on the battlefield of the future. Thus, Nuwa becoming a Sage will not only bring no harm to our Witch Clan—it will instead benefit us."

Hearing Zhu Jiuyin's words, Dijiang's expression eased somewhat.

Because Zhu Jiuyin had been born with mastery over the Dao of Time, he was one of the few wise men in the Witch Clan with a brain. Moreover, the things he saw in the River of Time had never been wrong; almost all of them had come to pass.

"Then continue comprehending the formation. When the time comes, we'll wipe out those feathered beasts in one stroke at their banquet!"

"Yes, Big Brother!"

Heavenly Court.

"Empress Nuwa has become a Sage! Now the overall situation between the Witch and Demon Tribes will be reversed. The future Primordial World shall belong to our Demon Race! After the banquet, summon the entire Demon Race and capture all those Wu Man brutes in one fell swoop!"

Dijun sat upon the Heavenly Emperor's throne, his face brimming with wild joy and visions of a bright future.

As the second Sage of the Primordial World, he was already looking forward to Nuwa serving as the vanguard under his leadership, sweeping away every Wu Man brute before unifying the Primordial World. Then he and his second brother Taiyi would borrow the Fortune of the entire Primordial World to glimpse the Saintly Dao.

Then a vast Dao voice personally shattered his sweet dream.

"After becoming a Sage, one must go to Chaos and establish a Daoist field. One may not lightly interfere in the affairs of the Primordial World."

Under Lu Chen's gaze, Hongjun appeared before Nuwa. His voice was calm and indifferent, as though he were speaking of some trivial matter.

Compared to his last appearance in the Western Sect, Hongjun's aura contained less of himself and more coldness and numbness, like an icy machine.

Looking at the Dao Ancestor, Lu Chen silently murmured to himself.

Is this the price that must be paid for Dao Integration? Can you reclaim yourself from the hands of the Heavenly Dao and achieve transcendence?

Setting aside their positions, Lu Chen admired Hongjun for becoming the first Sage and integrating himself with the Dao. Neither of these feats could be achieved without immense opportunity and immense courage.

Sensing Lu Chen's gaze, Hongjun tilted his head slightly. With a single glance, his cold and indifferent eyes made Lu Chen's entire body turn icy, as though he were about to be frozen solid.

Then Hongjun raised his hand and lightly pointed a finger. A streak of light entered Lu Chen's brow.

Seeing this, Nuwa's eyes flashed with surprise. Then she clasped her hands and bowed slightly.

"This disciple shall obey Master's command."

This was the courtesy of a disciple toward her master.

"Mm."

Hongjun nodded, then flashed away and vanished from midair.

"Greetings, Holy Mother! Holy Father!"

Three thousand innate humans knelt and kowtowed, shouting aloud.

"Holy Father?"

"Me?"

Hearing the Human Race's voices, Lu Chen froze. Instinctively, he turned his gaze toward Nuwa.

Nuwa had created the Human Race, so calling her Holy Mother was understandable. But he had merely provided a few things.

And that title... it was far too easy to let one's thoughts run wild.

Nuwa said calmly, "You assisted me in creating the Human Race. You deserve to be called Holy Father."

As Nuwa acknowledged it, Lu Chen felt an inexplicable force bless his body. His Spirit Platform became clear and tranquil, and his comprehension of the Dao grew much smoother.

"The Fortune of the Human Race just landed on me like that?"

Lu Chen had never expected that one day he would receive the blessing of the Human Race's Fortune.

The Human Race might be weak now, their Fortune hardly worth mentioning, but after the Witch and Demon Tribes fell from the stage, the Human Race would become the sole racial overlord of the future Primordial World. After the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Human Race's Fortune would be something even Sages coveted. They would scheme against one another for a share of it, even coming to blows.

But since Nuwa did not mind, he naturally accepted it with a clear conscience. After all, this was the Human Race's original stock.

Lu Chen sensed it. Though the Holy Father and Holy Mother held equal status, he possessed only two and a half tenths of the Human Race's Fortune. Nuwa, the Holy Mother who had contributed the most, possessed seven-tenths, while the remaining half a tenth rested upon the Beating Whip.

"Concealing yourself so thoroughly—does Tongtian not have your trust?"

"What?!!!"