Primordial World Shocks

The grand vision of Nuwa becoming a saint and her supreme pressure, like a boulder cast into a calm lake, stirred up towering waves across the Primordial World, its impact far exceeding anyone's imagination.

At Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones' dojo. Within Jade Void Palace, the originally serene and harmonious Dao resonance was forcibly shattered by the saintly pressure sweeping through heaven and earth.

Laozi, the sage, remained expressionless, but the whisk tail in his hand stirred without wind, revealing that his heart was not without ripples.

He gazed toward Buzhou Mountain, his eyes profound, and spoke slowly: "Creating living beings can actually draw such merit... mending the Heavenly Dao... so that is how it is."

Though he had long touched the edge of sainthood, being beaten to it by his junior sister stirred a faint ripple in his heart.

Primordial Lord of Heaven wore the ugliest expression. He had always prided himself on Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, his Dao method the most orthodox. Now his face was as dark as water, and he snorted coldly: "Clever tricks of creation are ultimately not the true path of the Great Dao!"

Yet despite his words, the saintly pressure was undeniable, leaving him stifled with frustration.

Lord of the Heavens, after his initial shock, burst forth with intense light and fighting spirit in his eyes: "Well done, Junior Sister Nuwa!

Without a sound, she has walked such a path! The might of a saint is truly extraordinary! Eldest Brother, Second Brother, we must not fall behind!"

What he felt was pressure, but also motivation.

At the Sun Star, the Demon Emperor's Hall. Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Tai Yi were first stunned, then burst into wild joy! "A saint! The first saint of the Primordial World, born from our Demon Clan!"

Di Jun clapped and laughed heartily, his eyes gleaming with excitement and ambition. "Heaven favors the Demon Clan! Though Empress Nuwa has not directly joined the Heavenly Court, she is our Demon Clan's saint—an unchangeable fact!

With this backing, why worry about the Witch Clan's destruction? Why worry about the Heavenly Court's rise?" Tai Yi was equally thrilled, the Chaos Bell humming: "Exactly so!

Prepare generous gifts at once, head to Buzhou Mountain, and congratulate Empress Nuwa on becoming a saint! Our Demon Clan shall be the first to befriend the saint!"

The entire Demon Clan Heavenly Court instantly emerged from the shadow of their earlier loss in the treasure struggle, plunging into jubilation.

In the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, Mount Sumeru. Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti were originally in secluded bitter cultivation, trying to deduce the Method of Attaining Dao using fragments of the Jade Disk of Creation, when they suddenly felt heaven and earth tremble violently, and saintly pressure descended.

The two snapped open their eyes, first in terror, then sensing the familiar aura, their faces bloomed with uncontrollable ecstasy! "Junior Sister Nuwa! It's Junior Sister Nuwa who has succeeded!"

Daoist Zhunti nearly leaped from his meditation mat, the usual look of suffering swept away, leaving only intense excitement and envy. "Achieving Sainthood through Merit! So such a method exists!

It truly works!" Daoist Jieyin's face was also flushed, his suffering expression easing slightly, as he repeatedly said: "Good! Most excellent! Junior Sister Nuwa's sainthood proves the teacher's words were not false; the path of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin is right before us!

And..." He paused, as if sensing something carefully, a hint of surprise on his face. "Ming Xin's disciple's aura... he was also at the site of her sainthood, and even... gained a sliver of merit?"

"What?" Zhunti was stunned, then burst into even greater joy. "Haha! Good! Good disciple! To participate in a saint's affair and share in the merit! This is an omen of our Western rise! A heaven-sent opportunity!"

The Styx River, Wuzhuang Temple, the Northern Underworld Sea... Hidden great powers across the Primordial World were all shocked and astounded, their thoughts varied—some envious, some jealous, some feeling urgency.

But none lacked an unprecedented longing for the realm of sainthood.

And just as the hearts of all beings in the Primordial World were stirred, still reeling from the shock of the first saint's birth—

Empress Nuwa's vast and ethereal saintly voice once again resounded through heaven and earth, reaching the ears of all living beings:

"I am Nuwa. I have now attained the Dao of the Origin and achieved the Saint Position. Sensing the impermanence of the Heavenly Dao and the difficulty of all beings seeking the path, I shall, three thousand years hence, in the chaos Outside the Heavens, open my dojo, Wa Huang Palace, and preach the Dao of sainthood. All who are fated may come to listen."

At these words, the Primordial World, which had just calmed slightly, erupted once more!

A saint preaching the Dao! And the first time since the creation of the Primordial World that a saint personally expounds the Great Dao!

For all great powers tirelessly pursuing higher realms, this was an irresistible temptation! It might even hold the opportunity to become a saint!

The Three Pure Ones' expressions turned solemn; they had already decided to attend.

Di Jun and Tai Yi were overjoyed and immediately began selecting elite members of the Demon Clan to journey to the chaos and listen to the Dao.

Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti were thrilled: "Opportunity! A heaven-sent opportunity! Listening to a saint preach the Dao will surely help us perfect our paths and attain sainthood sooner!"

Zhen Yuan Zi, Styx River, Kun Peng... all the guests of the Purple Cloud Palace, and even some newly risen top-tier powers, were all rubbing their hands in readiness, preparing to answer the chaos summons three thousand years hence.

The entire Primordial World's attention instantly shifted from the shock of Nuwa's sainthood to boundless anticipation for that unprecedented sermon three thousand years later!

And at this moment, in the valley of Buzhou Mountain. Empress Nuwa nodded slightly to Ming Xin: "Three thousand years hence, in the chaos, Daoist may also come."

Ming Xin replied respectfully, "Thank you, Empress. Ming Xin will certainly arrive on time."

Empress Nuwa said no more. With a wave of her saintly sleeve, she swept up the countless bewildered, newborn humans, and with a single step, vanished from sight—clearly going to settle the new beings she had created.

Ming Xin stood alone in the valley, feeling the sliver of merit within him and the subtle changes in the system from recording a saint's attainment of sainthood.

Recalling his act of quietly implanting core concepts into the Human Race, the waves in his heart gradually calmed, and his gaze turned toward the endless sky.

"Three thousand years, chaos, Wa Huang Palace..." he murmured to himself. "The Dao of sainthood... what mysteries can the system database deduce from it?"

The new era of the Primordial World, with Nuwa's sainthood and the announcement of her sermon, had officially begun its magnificent and turbulent curtain rise.

And Ming Xin had already secured a unique and advantageous position at the starting point of this new age.