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Primordial has no record of time, and in the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years have passed.
On this day, Buzhou Mountain remained under a clear blue sky, with lush grass and shady green trees. In the emerald lake, a sea of blooming lotus flowers spread out, their leaves abundant and fragrance wafting through the air. A giant Black Lotus floated in the lotus pond, where Ye Chuanze materialized into a phantom form, a black-clad youth with long black hair lying horizontally on the massive Twelve-Tiered Lotus, eyes closed in slumber. This should have been just another ordinary day, but suddenly, a burst of Purple Qi erupted in the distant eastern sky, sending a terrifying pressure throughout the entire continent of Primordial.
The Ye Chuanze, who had been dozing on the Twelve-Tiered Lotus, suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the east where the Purple Qi spread. His body and limbs were immobilized, firmly held in place by the overwhelming pressure that had suddenly erupted. The arrival of Purple Qi signified that someone had received an extraordinary fortune. For some reason, Ye Chuanze suddenly thought of the long-unseen Purple Robed, Flowing Hair Daoist Hongjun.
Over the years, Ye Chuanze had traveled through Primordial alongside Fuxi and Nuwa, having encountered nearly all the powerful immortals within Primordial. The three thousand worlds of Primordial were filled with hidden talents; countless immortals were astonishingly gifted and deeply skilled. However, the two individuals he found most unfathomable were the one who forcibly took him as a treasure, Rahul, and the one who killed Rahul, Purple Robed, Flowing Hair Daoist Hongjun. For some reason, Ye Chuanze felt that the name Hongjun sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't recall where—perhaps it was just his illusion?
After a long while, the terrifying pressure finally dissipated. Immediately after, a cold and indifferent voice echoed throughout the three thousand worlds of Primordial: "I am Hongjun. Today I have attained the Great Dao and achieved the position of Primordial Saint. In my past, I obtained fragments of the Creation Jade Tablet and gained insights into the Dao Law, thus forming a connection of Karma, bearing the responsibility to teach all beings. Today at Purple Cloud Palace, I will hold a sermon; anyone with fate may come to listen!"
Ye Chuanze rose to sit upon the Twelfth-Rank Black Lotus, his expression one of shock. Back when he played Sword Three, many rough men in his guild were book lovers who enjoyed various martial arts and fantasy novels, including those from Primordial. In their group chats, he often saw these rough men passionately discussing various novels from Primordial, exclaiming how impressive certain figures like the Dao Ancestor were! They would say things like "the Dao Ancestor is truly remarkable!" or "the Dao Ancestor is a real person who can manipulate fate!" Yet no one ever told him who this Dao Ancestor was or what their name was!
Now that Ye Chuanze knew who the Dao Ancestor was—it's actually Hongjun! He felt a rush of blood to his throat and nearly spat out blood! If only he had known earlier that this purple-clad Daoist was indeed that remarkable figure—the one who could manipulate fate and outsmart even the heavenly laws—he would have shamelessly clung to him for dear life! But now it was too late! Damn it! It's not fearsome opponents that are scary; it's teammates like pigs! Although he always knew that those rough men in his guild during his time playing Sword Three were focused on being cute to such an extent that they lost all credibility, he never expected them to be this unreliable! Seriously, would it kill them to mention names?
Ye Chuanze was genuinely furious; previously in dungeons, he had been let down by those unreliable teammates who only knew how to act cute and roll around. Now that he had crossed over into another realm and transcended space and time barriers, he still ended up being let down by these pig-like teammates! The guildmates who had been "focused on selling out their teammates for a thousand years" and him—who had been "sold out by teammates for a thousand years."
Now it was too late to say anything. With only superficial knowledge of the myths and legends of Primordial, many things were just vague impressions for him; names and events did not match up at all, leading to this tragic situation. He lamented internally for a moment; he had encountered that future figure who would sit atop Primordial, untouchable even by heavenly laws—Dao Ancestor Hongjun—multiple times before. He even owed him favors twice but ultimately never engaged in deeper exchanges or interactions; perhaps it was simply due to shallow fate.
After privately regretting for a while, Ye Chuanze decided to set these thoughts aside. The black-haired youth quietly knelt on the Twelfth-Rank Black Lotus. Under the bright sunlight's reflection, his phantom form flickered in and out of visibility. Over these days, his cultivation had improved significantly; his phantom form condensed from his Primordial Spirit was becoming increasingly real. In previous days under sunlight's refraction, his phantom body appeared entirely void; now faint outlines could be seen.
After being momentarily lost in thought, Ye Chuanze quickly sprang up with determination and directed the movement of the Twelfth-Rank Black Lotus towards the cave where Fuxi and Nuwa resided on Buzhou Mountain. It was then that he recalled what Hongjun had said about holding a sermon at the Purple Cloud Palace, inviting anyone with fate to attend.
Having undergone over ten years of education before crossing over, he naturally understood how crucial guidance from unnamed masters is for students still exploring their paths. He had long noticed that immortals in Primordial inherently carried legacies and cultivated their paths through personal insights. This was manageable in early stages but became problematic later on when issues began to arise consecutively. One common problem faced during cultivation is when doubts arise regarding their understanding of the Dao Law. What should one do when confusion arises? If doubts remain unresolved, cultivation cannot continue nor can one's path advance. However, resolving doubts during cultivation or clarifying confusion about the Dao Law is not an easy task.
This issue could be considered relatively mild; more severe cases involve immortals going astray during cultivation due to missteps leading to stagnation in their progress with no advancement in their understanding of the Dao Law. If fortunate enough to eventually identify their mistakes over time and correct them promptly, they might return to their rightful path. However, if they fail to recognize their errors for too long and continue down a dark path without turning back, they will ultimately face demise.
Additionally, encountering bottlenecks while cultivating the Dao Law, difficulties advancing in its practice; lacking continuity in cultivation methods or having incomplete knowledge about it; knowing little or learning insufficiently—these are common challenges faced by immortals during their cultivation journey in Primordial.
Of course, it was not only Ye Chuanze who discovered these issues; the Primordial Immortals had long been aware of the problems that hindered their cultivation and progress. However, even knowing the root of the problem, they were powerless to fundamentally resolve these issues. The challenges faced by the Primordial Immortals reflected the common situation throughout the entire Primordial World. At the dawn of creation, the earliest Sentient Beings of Primordial were still in a state of confusion and exploration regarding their own Dao Law. How could they teach others when they themselves were still bewildered?
Although the Primordial Immortals could not fundamentally change the problems troubling them, they devised a way to alleviate these issues. This involved visiting fellow Daoists and discussing Dao Law with one another. By learning from each other's paths, they could gain insights and clarity.
To put it plainly, this meant that everyone would exchange ideas, refer to each other's cultivation of Dao Law, compare notes on their differences, discuss their findings, identify problems, and then work towards solutions.
This was a common practice among the Primordial beings; many Daoists had sat together on the ground to discuss their philosophies. Among them were those who had previously held grudges against each other, such as Ye Chuanze, Fuxi, and Nuwa, who had once discussed Dao Law with Minghe Old Ancestor. They had also engaged in discussions with Western figures like Jieyin and Zhun Ti. While this might seem incredible, it was indeed the case.
Competing for Spiritual Treasures was a very common occurrence in Primordial. At this time, when the world was just beginning to take shape, there were countless unclaimed Spiritual Treasures scattered about. Whoever spotted one first would claim it as theirs. This was an unspoken rule in Primordial that everyone tacitly accepted. As a result, it often happened that several immortals would discover a single Spiritual Treasure and all wished to possess it. In such cases, strength determined who would prevail; the stronger party held the right to speak. Disputes and battles would often ensue.
However, afterward, no one would hold a grudge against anyone else—certain special circumstances aside. After all, there were no deep-seated enmities; it was merely a matter of competing for Spiritual Treasures. Everyone was engaged in similar pursuits, so no one could look down on anyone else. Thus, on the battlefield for Spiritual Treasures, Primordial immortals might confront each other or even engage in combat. But afterward, behind closed doors, they would act as if nothing had happened—laughing and chatting amicably—maintaining good relations at least as acquaintances rather than enemies.
Primordial was such a simple and straightforward world where everything relied on strength.
When Ye Chuanze arrived at Fuxi and Nuwa's cave, he found them both seriously discussing whether or not to go to Purple Cloud Palace to listen to teachings.
Ye Chuanze manifested his ethereal form and sat upon the Twelfth-Rank Black Lotus, saying, "Why not go?"
Fuxi and Nuwa turned to look at him upon hearing his words. Ye Chuanze continued calmly, "In cultivation, various doubts and confusions are inevitable; encountering bottlenecks can halt progress in cultivation and impede understanding of Dao Law. This is why we have set aside past grievances to discuss Dao with fellow friends from Primordial together. Now that someone is giving a lecture on Dao, why should we not attend?"
Fuxi frowned slightly at this remark. "But we do not know Hongjun Daoist."
Ye Chuanze looked at him and replied, "The arrival of Purple Qi from the east signifies that this Hongjun Daoist has received immense fortune. Did you feel that terrifying pressure just now? What did you think of it?"
"It felt terrible," Nuwa said lightly; however, she was far from calm inside. Anyone who had been struck by such overwhelming pressure would find it unsettling—especially an immortal known for their pride.
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuanze chuckled lightly, drawing an annoyed glare from Nuwa. He quickly suppressed his smile and said, "Aren't you curious about what that phenomenon of Purple Qi descending from the east was all about? What exactly is this achievement of attaining the Primordial Saint Position that Hongjun Daoist speaks of?"
This statement successfully made Fuxi and Nüwa furrow their brows, deep in thought.
After a while, Fuxi looked at him and asked, "It seems you have high hopes for this Hongjun Daoist?"
Ye Chuanze replied casually, "To be honest, I have some acquaintance with this Hongjun Daoist. Do you remember when I failed my transformation tribulation last time? A stranger Daoist came to Buzhou Mountain and helped me out? That Daoist was Hongjun."
Upon hearing this, Fuxi's expression turned contemplative.
"Millions of years ago, Hongjun Daoist's cultivation was already profound..." After a pause, Ye Chuanze added, "So deep that it was unfathomable; I fear it is even more astonishing now."
Nüwa couldn't help but ask, "What level was his cultivation at that time?"
"I don't know."
"What?" Nüwa exclaimed in surprise.
"I don't know; at that time, I couldn't discern what level his cultivation had reached," Ye Chuanze said calmly.
Nüwa was truly shocked. The fact that Ye Chuanze could not perceive the level of Hongjun Daoist's cultivation clearly indicated that Hongjun's abilities had surpassed Ye Chuanze by a significant margin. Although Ye Chuanze had not yet transformed, possessing the Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure, Twelfth Rank, World-Destruction Black Lotus, and with his innate talent being extraordinary along with years of dedicated cultivation, his Primordial Spirit level should not be lower than that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Yet he still could not see through Hongjun Daoist's realm. Moreover, this was millions of years ago; what astonishing level must Hongjun Daoist have reached by now?
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