Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

Chapter 54 The Three Ancestors Achieve Sainthood, No Regrets After a Move Is Made

Time passed slowly.

A thousand years have passed, and the gourds have matured.

The Three Pure Ones and the others each picked the gourd they liked and then left Buzhou Mountain.

Only Fuxi and Nuwa remained.

Nuwa looked at the golden gourd in her hand, as well as the still-forming black gourd and gourd vine.

Just as Nuwa was about to pick the gourd vine.

A figure appeared here from afar.

Nuwa and Fuxi were taken aback when they saw the newcomer, and then a hint of surprise appeared in their eyes.

This was merely a divine thought, or rather, a spiritual imprint.

Yuan Meng looked at Nuwa: "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, could you please allow the gourd vine to be harvested only after the last gourd has been born?"

Hearing Yuan Meng's words, Nuwa looked at him with a hint of curiosity: "Since you have said so, I will take care of you for ten thousand years."

"Thank you very much. I just happen to need a gourd for drinking," Yuan Meng said with a smile.

The innate jade gourd I refined before was never quite right; I still need a spiritual treasure like this one, and it has to be a black gourd.

He shouldn't have been born, but Yuanmeng changed everything.

The black gourd is called the Heaven-Devouring Gourd. It contains the Great Dao of Devouring and is perfectly compatible with Yuan Meng before he attained the Dao. It's a pity that it was born too late, but it's still quite good as a gourd for holding wine.

“My name is Yuan Meng. Fellow Daoist Nuwa, if you have time, you are welcome to visit Chaos Island in the East Sea.” Yuan Meng said with a smile, his figure gradually disappearing in front of Nuwa and Fuxi.

Watching the Yuanmeng dissipate.

Nuwa looked at Fuxi and asked, "Brother, do you know him?"

Fuxi shook his head.

They had never even heard of Yuan Meng's name.

"The East Sea, Chaos Island?" Nuwa's eyes held a strange glint.

In chaos.

Yuan Meng had a slight smile on his lips.

It is a good thing to form a good relationship with Nuwa, and most importantly, among the six sages, Nuwa has always been the one being schemed against.

They have been in a state of isolation and helplessness.

Whether it's the Three Pure Ones or the Two Sages of the West, they were all plotting against Nuwa.

……

In chaos.

Seven-colored divine light shone into the chaos.

Countless dazzling colors appeared on Yuan Huang's body, intertwining and spreading.

A purple aura emerged from the chaos.

"Wow!!!"

Yuanhuang let out a cry, and endless chaos shattered and reformed, with supreme imperial might spreading across Yuanhuang's body.

Yuan Meng opened his eyes.

As the purple aura surged within the chaos, golden lotuses emerged, and countless auspicious clouds descended.

Yuanhuang became a saint! !
To be precise, it achieved the status of a Hunyuan.

The next moment, two voices rang out simultaneously.

"Roar!!!" A dragon roared.

"Roar!!!" A roar from a Qilin.

The First Dragon, the First Qilin Achieved Sainthood!!!
Countless purple wisps churned within the chaos.

In Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun opened his eyes, a hint of responsibility in them.

He then closed his eyes. To Hongjun, the ascension of the Ancestral Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, and the First Qilin to sainthood was nothing.

The most important thing is that we are still in the primordial era.

Even a Primordial Chaos Realm expert cannot overturn the heavens.

In the primordial world, above the Heavenly Dao, whoever defies the general trend of the Heavenly Dao will ultimately face only destruction.

Hunyuan is not immortal.

Hongjun knew this, and Yuanmeng knew this as well.

Yuan Meng never considered changing the grand scheme of things, whether it was the great calamity of the ferocious beasts, the great calamity of the dragons and phoenixes, or the impending war between the liches and demons. He didn't care about any of these.

The struggle between ethnic groups, the survival of the fittest—this is an immutable law.

Yuan Meng will not change it.

However, in later works like Investiture of the Gods and Journey to the West, Yuan Meng would get involved one after another.

It's nothing but internal strife.

In Yuan Meng's view, it was meaningless.

In the previous major calamities, no matter what, those who survived were the cream of the crop, and in Yuan Meng's view, this was a kind of tempering.

This is in preparation for the upcoming war across countless worlds.

But what about the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods that followed?
Internal strife among sages.

The Journey to the West Tribulation was nothing more than a child's game, meaningless to Yuan Meng, and it also destroyed the potential of all living beings in the primordial world.

It is better to die on the front lines of conquering all worlds than to die in internal strife.

Since these saints are so bored, let's go and take a look at the myriad worlds.

Time passes slowly.

Endless rosy light bloomed, and Yuan Huang, dressed in a red imperial robe, smiled with unparalleled beauty as she took a step, causing endless red lotus flowers to bloom.

Intertwined with the infinite Great Dao.

Yuan Meng looked at Yuan Huang with a smile on his face.

"You go back first and stabilize your cultivation level. I'll go see my old friend off," Yuan Meng said, looking into the depths of chaos and thinking of Yuan Huang.

"Okay." Yuan Huang uttered a single word with a smile on her delicate face.

Yuan Meng smiled, then took a step forward and appeared in the depths of chaos.

Yang Mei felt the endless space and time around her turbulent.

In addition, Hongjun also appeared here.

"Fellow Daoists, I wonder when we will meet again after this parting," Yang Mei said with a smile, thinking of Hongjun and Yuanmeng.

“I will go to all the heavens and myriad realms,” Yuan Meng said slowly.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Yuan Meng, then smiled nonchalantly.

Hongjun also looked at Yuanmeng.

"Fellow Daoists, we shall meet again someday." Yang Mei said with a smile, then set off towards the myriad worlds on the Great Dao.

Endless chaotic energy surged within the chaos.

"What do you want to do?" Hongjun asked Yuanmeng.

"What do you want? You want the Primordial World to stand at the top of all the heavens and myriad realms," Yuan Meng said with a smile.

"The primordial world is both too vast and too small. It's rather laughable that six sages are fighting over this tiny primordial world," Yuan Meng murmured.

It was as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was telling Hongjun his thoughts.

A glint of light flashed in Hongjun's eyes.

"Your anomaly is also a variable," Hongjun said calmly.

"Whether it's a variable or an anomaly, it's already a done deal. Even the Heavenly Dao hasn't said anything, yet you, as the Heavenly Dao's representative, are already concerned." Yuan Meng smiled and shook his head, then waved his hand.

The endless primordial chaos was transformed into a chessboard by Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng looked at Hong Jun.

"Shall we play another round?" Yuan Meng said with a smile.

A flicker of light appeared in Hongjun's eyes: "This old Daoist will play a game of chess with you, fellow Daoist."

“Very good, very good. I thought you were an inflexible old-fashioned Ying.” Yuan Meng said with a smile.

"If it benefits the primordial world, why shouldn't this old Daoist do it?" Hongjun said with a faint smile.

“Indeed, the prehistoric world becoming stronger means that the Heavenly Dao is becoming stronger, and you, as the agent of the Heavenly Dao, will also benefit. In that case, it seems that I am actually at a disadvantage,” Yuan Meng said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist is joking. How can you say you've suffered a loss? Isn't the strengthening of the Primordial World something you've always wanted to do?" Hongjun said with a smile.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” Yuan Meng said with a smile, grabbing an ancient star, refining it into a black chess piece, and placing it on the chessboard formed from chaos.

"Once a move is made, there's no going back!!" Yuan Meng said slowly, looking at Hong Jun.

Hongjun also seized an ancient star, refined it into a white chess piece, and said with a smile, "Once a move is made, there's no going back!!"

Yuan Meng laughed, and Hong Jun laughed too.

As for what they were laughing about, only the two of them know.

(End of this chapter)