"Where's Fuxi? Where is he?"
"Go deliver a huge plaque to those two brothers, Jieyin and Zhunti, as a reward!"
In the Heavenly Court, Daochen watched Jieyin and Zhunti flee the Six Paths of Reincarnation with their tails between their legs, flying straight back to Mount Sumeru without so much as a pause.
Sitting on the Dragon Throne, Daochen laughed so hard he could barely straighten up.
How amusing!
Truly amusing.
You wanted to use the Six Paths of Reincarnation to spread the teachings of your Western Religion?
You two brothers, Jieyin and Zhunti, really dared to dream.
If you could take that shortcut so easily, what would the world come to?
If you two played that game, then Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian would play it too. And someday, I, Daochen, would join in. What would happen then?
Wouldn't everyone bash each other's brains out over the Six Paths of Reincarnation?
Wouldn't the entire Primordial World turn into a boiling pot of chaos over this???
By then, even if the Heavenly Dao did not intervene, Hongjun would probably be unable to sit still and would enter the fray himself.
Thus, Daochen had known from the outset that Jieyin and Zhunti's scheme was doomed to be like fetching water with a bamboo basket-all their efforts would come to nothing.
Naturally, he could not be bothered to stay at the Six Paths of Reincarnation and keep watching.
But after calling for a while, Daochen could only give a helpless, wry laugh. Fuxi had long since entered reincarnation and had probably already been reborn among the Human Race.
Why had he thought of calling Fuxi?
"Once I finish refining the Dao Foundation-Shaping Object for my child, it will be time for this emperor to visit the Human Race!"
Daochen sighed softly, then shook