Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation-Chapter 299 - 232: The Influence of Sainthood_2

Hearing Nuwa’s words, Bai Ze looked at Emperor Jun with surprise and suspicion.

To Bai Ze, such an inquiry from a Saint was not without purpose.

Under their watchful gaze, Emperor Jun shook his head and said, "The path to Dao is arduous; I have not yet achieved Dao."

Emperor Jun was speaking the truth; although he could rival a Saint, he knew he had not yet attained Dao.

According to Emperor Jun’s understanding, strength and the attainment of Dao were to some extent separate matters.

However, he was aware of Nuwa’s strength and felt that this Saint before him might not be his match.

Nuwa nodded her head but did not underestimate Emperor Jun because of this; she trusted her own senses.

Bai Ze could comprehend the dialogue between the two, but Cai Feng, who was still kneeling, could not understand.

Apart from the Human Clan present, among the four individuals, there was one self-proclaimed Primordial Golden Immortal, Emperor Jun, one Saint, one Quasi-Saint who had beheaded two of his corporal souls, and one Daluo Golden Immortal.

The gap between their realms was something Cai Feng, a young girl, couldn’t grasp, which was quite normal.

Emperor Jun and Nuwa did not delve deeply into this matter.

Nuwa’s gaze turned toward Cai Feng, the girl who was still kneeling, and asked, "Daoist Di Jun, who is this?"

"This individual claimed to have a premonition and came to Buzhou Mountain seeking opportunity. Observing her connection with Daoist Nuwa, I spared her life to let Daoist Nuwa decide her fate," said Emperor Jun.

Upon hearing Emperor Jun’s words, the girl immediately kowtowed to Nuwa.

"Greetings to the Saint. My name is Cai Feng, a direct descendent of the Primordial Phoenix Lineage from the Phoenix Clan. I wish to serve as the mount for the Saint and hope to be taken under your wing."

Nuwa looked at the girl before her, feeling indeed a connection between them.

"We do have a connection, well then, follow me."

After resolving this issue, Nuwa turned to look at the still kneeling beings of the Human Clan, her expression somewhat distant and complex.

After becoming a Saint, she had felt the destiny of the Human Clan.

Their fate was fraught with hardship, yet bound to prosper.

Emperor Jun also followed Nuwa’s gaze toward the Human Clan.

His heart was full of emotion: the Human Clan was now a distant memory.

In a past life, as a human, he had lived but a mere twenty years, and even then, belonged to those who chose to "lie flat."

Now, as an Innate Sacred being, Emperor Jun, he had experienced countless ages.

Those twenty years, for him, were simply too short.

So, the momentary stir brought about by seeing the Human Clan was just that - fleeting.

Seeing the Human Clan, he thought more about other aspects. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Such as the rise of the Human Clan, the main characters of Heaven and Earth, and other issues.

He had once considered integrating the entire Human Clan into the Demon Clan, especially since Nuwa, the Saint, had a close relationship with the Demon Clan.

If he proposed this, it was certainly feasible.

However, just for an instant, he discarded this option.

On one hand, the Emperor Jun of the past had experienced the goodness of humanity, but he also witnessed their worst traits.

The Demon Clan he had founded was different from that of his previous life, not just any creature willing to join could become a part of the Demon Clan; there was a selection process.

Likewise, he felt the same should apply to the Human Clan.

Moreover, if Emperor Jun remembered correctly, the Human Clan was born of the Heavenly Dao, and to rashly accept them, the outcome might not be as he envisioned.

Nevertheless, this did not stop Emperor Jun from planning early within the Human Clan to guide a portion of them to transform into the Demon Clan.

Looking at these 129,600 beings, he had already made his calculations.

Compared with Emperor Jun, Nuwa did not know the detailed future of the Human Clan, but she could feel their destiny.

She couldn’t help but look at Emperor Jun and say, "I have received instructions from my master to open up a world amidst the Chaos in three thousand years, to replenish the Primordial Origin, and then, following my master’s example, to teach Dao to all beings."

"I need to familiarize myself with my realm quickly in these three thousand years, and I hope Daoist Di Jun can help me look after the Human Clan during this period."

Emperor Jun glanced at the Human Clan and asked, "Daoist Nuwa, what will become of the Human Clan after three thousand years?"

Upon hearing Emperor Jun’s inquiry, Nuwa looked at the kneeling Human Clan and directly said, "The destiny of the Human Clan is full of tribulations, but they will eventually prosper."

"After three thousand years, the Human Clan will integrate into Primordial."

The arduousness of cultivating Dao was something they had both experienced.

If the Human Clan wished to grow and thrive, it would be no different.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Jun nodded, thinking to himself.

The Human Clan indeed would prosper and become the protagonists of Heaven and Earth, but their destiny was not under their own control.

Being the main characters, aren’t they just being manipulated by others?

"Your assistance is much appreciated, Daoist Di Jun."

Nuwa said.

This time in becoming a sage, Emperor Jun provided tremendous help.

Protecting the Dao, and pinpointing the key points within.

"Nuwa, my friend, you overstate my contribution."

Di Jun said.

Afterward, Nuwa bid her farewell and, with Cai Feng, left Buzhou Mountain. For her, time was of the essence.

Di Jun’s gaze fell upon the Human Clan; seeing this, Bai Ze by his side suggested, "Demon Emperor, why not let me take care of the Human Clan?"

"There’s no need, I have my plans."

Di Jun said.

Bai Ze said no more.

With a wave of his hand, Di Jun sent away 129,600 original human beings from Buzhou Mountain.

With another wave, the remaining Innate Mud composed of Nine Heavens Breath Soil and Three Lights Divine Water were collected by Di Jun.

The primeval number, 129,600 original human beings, was neither Nuwa’s limit in her creation nor was it due to the exhaustion of materials but the perfection of the Human Clan as ordained by the Heavenly Dao.

This was much like the Demon Text created by Demon Master Kunpeng, 129,600 Demon Texts.

"Let’s go."

After speaking, Di Jun directly left Buzhou Mountain.

Bai Ze followed behind him, heading towards the Primordial Starry Sky.

The summit of Buzhou Mountain once again fell into silence.

Before long, the Primordial Great Gods began to appear in succession at the summit of Buzhou Mountain.

"Pity, we’ve arrived late. Otherwise, we could’ve asked Nuwa... the Saint, on how to become a sage."

Daoist Jie Yin said with a tinge of sadness.

Daoist Zhun Ti by his side nodded in agreement.

They too were now contemplating the Hongmeng Purple Qi and had also hit a bottleneck, without the slightest clue.

The Three Pure Ones, though silent, shared the same sentiment.

As for Daoist Hong Yun, he never made his way to Buzhou Mountain.

He wanted to come, but was stopped by Zhenyuanzi.

Now that Nuwa has become a Saint, it proves the efficacy of the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

And Daoist Hong Yun, who had not become a disciple of a Saint, became even more of a target for everyone.

Hearing Daoist Jie Yin’s words, Donghuang Taiyi, Daoist Kun Peng, and Fuxi showed no reaction.

The only members of the Demon Clan that had come to the summit of Buzhou Mountain were them.

"Why don’t we go to Feng Qi Mountain to visit our junior sister Nuwa?"

Yuqing Yuanshi suddenly proposed.

This proposition tempted many beings present.

Even those Primordial Great Gods without the Hongmeng Purple Qi felt similarly.

If there was a way to find the path, perhaps even without Hongmeng Purple Qi, one could become a Saint.

Previously at Purple Cloud Palace, Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun had mentioned that Hongmeng Purple Qi could assist beings in becoming Saints, but he never said without it one couldn’t become a Saint.

"Gentlemen, if Nuwa the Saint does not wish to see us, why insist?"

"In three thousand years, Nuwa the Saint will open a world in the Chaos to preach to all beings."

"Is but a mere three thousand years not worth the wait for you gentlemen?"

All turned to the voice and found it to be none other than Emperor Fuxi who spoke.

Fuxi calling his sister a Saint bore no burden in his heart.

Emperor Fuxi?

Everyone inevitably furrowed their brows.

Seeing him stand next to Donghuang Taiyi and Demon Master Kun Peng, they immediately dropped the idea of discussing the matter further.

"Fine then, it’s only three thousand years. After so many years, can we not wait another three thousand?"

Taiching Laozi spoke.

The rest of the Primordial Great Gods also nodded their heads.

The crowd, having gained nothing from this trip, eventually dispersed to await the preaching three thousand years later.

East King was the last of the Primordial Great Gods to leave, and couldn’t help but think: Why couldn’t Nuwa be a Saint of our Immortal Court.

Otherwise, our Immortal Court wouldn’t be struggling so desperately to survive.