Kunlun Mountain.
This mountain is known as the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Mountains, also called the Land of Gods, with undulating peaks soaring majestically, myriad Cave Heaven Blessed Lands within, stars trembling their light, purple clouds scattering colors.
To the west of Kunlun, lies the Daoist training ground of the Queen Mother of the West, a place where many female immortals of the Primordial world gather.
To the east of Kunlun, is where the Immortal Path of The Three Pure Ones resides, with dense Spiritual Energy, the way of the Saints pervasive throughout the void, also a sanctified land in the hearts of many seekers of the Tao.
At present, it coincides with the Witch Demon calamity period.
The Twelve Ancestor Witches centered around Buzhou Mountain, dominating the Primordial Land, while the Demon Emperor Emperor Jun led billions of the Demon Clan, occupying the boundless starry sky of the Primordial World.
Xuanqing created a long rainbow, landing on an unnad mountain peak, and called out aloud, "Daoist Duobao, Xuanqing requests an audience, I wonder if you have so spare ti?"
"Hahaha!"
Without seeing the person, his voice was heard first. Upon hearing Xuanqing’s call, a slightly chubby Daoist, his head adorned with a Taiching lotus crown, clad in a Yin Yang Daoist robe, promptly erged from his abode: "It turns out to be Brother Xuanqing!"
Daoist Duobao appeared exceedingly enthusiastic, "Brother, your timing is perfect, I have just refined a new Magic Treasure, nad Fire Avoidance Shield, capable of resisting the Samadhi True Fire. Would you like to join in testing the power of this treasure?"
Upon hearing this, Xuanqing imdiately complinted, "Daoist Duobao is truly an exceptional and rare genius, your Path of Artifact Refining is so masterful that in the future, you may well be a match for our second master!"
Daoist Duobao, delighted, grabbed Xuanqing, ready to test the power of the Fire Avoidance Shield.
Xuanqing was not surprised.
He had already experienced such occurrences countless tis. As a disciple of Tongtian Sect Master, Daoist Duobao did not favor the Sword Dao and Array Dao, but had a unique passion for Artifact Refining, indeed a bit unconventional. If it wasn’t for Tongtian Sect Master’s tolerant nature, and considering the current decent relations with The Three Pure Ones, he might seriously have needed to clean house.
Xuanqing was not a person from this world, for reasons unknown, he traveled through to Primordial World, beca one of the three thousand mbers of the Primordial Human Race, personally sculpted by Lady Nuwa, and after many twists and turns, finally beca a disciple under the Jie Sect’s Saint Tongtian, following Daoist Duobao and Jin Ling Saint Mother as the third Direct Disciple.
In his past life, he had read countless novels related to Primordial, but only after truly traveling to the Primordial World did he understand just how large the gap between reality and imagination was.
Don’t ask him why, knowing the eventual fate of the Jie Sect, he still resolutely joined it... It’s not that he felt he hadn’t lived long enough, but rather he had no choice!
When he transmigrated to the Primordial World, it was precisely when Lady Nuwa beca a Saint after creating mankind. Unfortunately, Nuwa was sowhat irresponsible, heading straight to Chaos to open up her own training ground after becoming a Saint.
Ahem...
It’s not that Nuwa did nothing before leaving, she had given a decree, informing the entire Primordial, commanding that within the Yuan eting, no one should harm the Human Race.
Of course, that was all.
After understanding his predicant, Xuanqing began to seek a way out. As one of the three thousand Primordial Human Race, he was considered to have a decent standing in Primordial, innately at the full circle of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
Alas, Lady Nuwa did not leave behind any thods of cultivation. He had a foundation for a long and healthy life, but no protective techniques, nor any thods to ascend in realm.
Other Heavenly Immortal Cultivators could ride the clouds, Call the Wind and Summon the Rain, Moving Mountains, turning stones into gold, but he could only watch them with envy.
Of course, he also tried to invent his own Cultivation Techniques, absorbing the air between heaven and earth, evolving Supre Divine Powers, but in the end, he only fiddled with so secondary and minor tricks.
For example, forming a Shield with Spiritual Energy around his body, or condensing Spiritual Energy into a Big Handprint, or causing a big explosion through the compression of Spiritual Energy.
The Primordial World had already existed for who knows how many Yuan etings, with Hong Jun preaching at the Purple Cloud Palace, and the establishnt of the Immortal Dao System was already a matter of hundreds of Yuan etings ago. His intelligence alone, how could it possibly compare to the wisdom of countless beings?
Rely on oneself?
Seek help from others instead!
After thousands of years of relentless trials and tribulations, he found the clay pit where Nuwa had once created humans, and from its clay, he fashioned a statue of the Holy Mother.
Thereafter, he began to pray day and night, offering his devotions, in hopes that the Holy Mother would hear his call and respond to his prayers.
This practice, of course, had its effects. Saints possess vast divine powers, and even a re invocation of her na could elicit a response from the mysterious beyond.
However, whether she chose to respond to you was another matter entirely.
Perhaps it was due to the sincerity of his heart, maybe because she was perturbed by Xuanqing’s clamor, or possibly because the Nuwa felt that the statue Xuanqing crafted did not capture her true beauty. At the end of Xuanqing’s day and night supplications, she finally responded to him once, not only refining the "ticulously crafted" statue for herself but also imparting a genuine cultivation technique.
That technique was profound and broad, containing infinite mysteries, and was called the "Creation and Transformation Skill." Xuanqing contemplated it night and day, and after several hundred years, he finally broke through to the True Immortal Realm.
Regrettably, the technique was too arcane. Although Xuanqing ditated on it day and night, he only gained a superficial understanding. Without a master to elucidate its profundities, he couldn’t continue his cultivation and nearly succumbed to demonic possession.
Fortunately, after his transmigration, following in the footsteps of his transmigrator predecessors, he discovered fire by drilling wood, made pottery, sewed garnts... and accumulated a considerable amount of rit and fortune, which saved him from being devoured by the backlash of the cultivation technique.
During this period, he did consider seeking guidance from Nuwa, but since her manifestation that one ti, the statue had beco completely silent, and Nuwa did not respond to him again.
What a way to cheat one’s own son!
Xuanqing ranted in his heart countless tis about the Holy Mother but never dared to voice it out loud. He feared that any disrespect might provoke Nuwa to strike him down with heavenly lightning.
He had no choice but to keep experinting!
Buoyed by rit, and supplented with the dense innate spiritual energy of the present Primordial World, after tens of thousands of years, he finally managed to elevate his cultivation to the peak of the True Immortal Realm.
It was at this ti that he t his second great benefactor on his cultivation journey—Taiching Laozi!
Taiching Laozi, while seeking the Dao amongst the Human Race, found Xuanqing to be extrely attentive; he would have embraced the other’s thighs if he could. When Taiching established his sect and beca a Saint, preaching the Golden Core Great Dao to the Human Race, Xuanqing was among the first to bow his head and beco a disciple.
Unfortunately, Taiching noticed traces of Xuanqing practicing the "Creation and Transformation Skill," and thinking that the cultivation thods of the Taiching lineage required one to be "as serene as ice, unruffled by the collapsing skies," he deed Xuanqing’s personality unsuitable for the path of effortless action. Although he took Xuanqing’s fellow Primordial Human Race mber, Xuan Dou, as his direct disciple, he did not accept Xuanqing into his fold.
However, perhaps seeing Xuanqing’s earnest desire to pursue the Dao and his significant rit and fortune, as well as his day-and-night service, Taiching still brought Xuanqing back to Kunlun Mountain and allowed him to beco a disciple of Tongtian Sect Master.
There was no other way!
Despite the Primordial Human Race being quite extraordinary, they were after all artificial innates. Compared to those born from the natural gestation of heaven and earth, with innate great fortunes, they were just not in the sa league and did not catch the eye of Yuanshi Tianzun.
Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix!
Perhaps Yuanshi Tianzun would have taken him as a nominal disciple out of respect for Taiching, but after careful consideration, Xuanqing ultimately decided to beco a disciple of Tongtian.
"Being born human, I am truly sorry!"
Xuanqing had thought about helping the current Human Race, but unfortunately, he simply did not have the capability nor the status to do so.
After all...
After listening to the sermons of both Taiching Laozi and Tongtian Sect Master, he had only reached the Golden Immortal Realm, which in the Primordial World was nothing more than a minor existence.
In the current Primordial era, with the innate spiritual energy not yet finished, and with Hong Jun preaching in the Purple Cloud Palace, saying that Daluo roam everywhere and Taiyi are less than dogs wouldn’t be too much of an exaggeration!
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