Wu Qing'e found it a little hard to process. The Daoist scripture she had read did not record it this way; the highest deities of Daoism were the Three Pure Ones.
"You read Daoist books, and the Three Pure Ones are only Daoism's highest deities. If you read Buddhist books, it would be different again. Daoism originally arose from the Yellow Emperor, so many people called the Yellow Emperor the founder of Daoism. Daoist philosophy, meanwhile, came from Laozi Li Er, so Daoism regarded Laozi as its Dao Ancestor. Finally, Zhang Daoling established Daoism, which was why Daoists called him the Sect Founder.
But even the Yellow Emperor, Ji Lin, was merely a warrior chosen by Fuxi, Nuwa, and the Immortal Chiyuan to wield the Xuanyuan Sword."
Cang Xiaoxuan began telling Wu Qing'e about an Ancient History she knew nothing about: the pioneers of human civilization, the circulation of shell currency, Fuxi's Eight Trigrams—Cang Xuan managing finances—Nuwa creating humanity—Zhu Dan sculpting figurines—and bestowing the Xuanyuan Sword upon the Yellow Emperor to battle Chi You...
Cang Xiaoxuan made it all sound utterly convincing. Wu Qing'e was left dizzy and disoriented, and she even began to believe her.
"An ancient immortal, of the same generation as Fuxi and Nuwa... the Immortal Chiyuan."
Wu Qing'e stared at Fu Hua ahead of her in shock. Cang Xiaoxuan's account felt far too unbelievable, but its well-supported, eyewitness-like descriptions forced Wu Qing'e to believe at least some of it.
So the benefactor who had saved her was the most ancient immortal, the guardian of Shenzhou. Her former admiration for He Xiangu was tossed far away. Now, the Immortal Chiyuan was all she could see.
What was He Xiangu compared to such an ancient god? What were the Eight Immortals?
*I, Wu Qing'e, must become the Immortal