In the prehistoric times, vicious plots were frequent, the ancestor witch advised me to calm down

Zhen Yuanzi came to look for Guchuan, but he had no choice.

Since the establishment of the Netherworld, Saint Pingxin has been using the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation to continuously attract souls from the ancient times, allowing them to enter the Netherworld, resolve their sins, and reincarnate again!

Even the Great Heavenly Dao could not stop it, and even lent a helping hand in secret.

Although Taoist Hongyun was a person with great supernatural powers in the ancient times, his soul was incomplete. If he did not enter the cycle of reincarnation, he would probably never be able to be reborn in this life.

What’s more important is... Zhen Yuanzi felt that his fate was changing, as if a disaster was coming, but also as if good fortune was coming.

Guchuan did not support Zhen Yuanzi, but waited for him to explain the reason.

As for this broken branch!

If Guchuan was not mistaken, it must be an original branch cut from the ginseng fruit tree. If there were many innate spiritual treasures such as the Three Lights Divine Water and the Innate Soil, he would definitely be able to grow a small ginseng fruit tree.

It just so happens that these spiritual objects are indeed in the witch clan’s treasure house!

Seeing that Guchuan was not attracted by the treasure in front of him and blindly agreed to his request, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but feel relieved and said slowly.

"To be honest, Fellow Daoist Guchuan, ever since the war between the wizards and the liches began, the demons have been coming to visit us frequently, hoping that I could join them!"

Furukawa was not surprised by this. He not only tapped the table in front of him lightly with his fingers, but also looked into the distance.

Up to now, he had not realized how Zhen Yuanzi in front of him could help the development of Didao.

Still under observation.

Zhen Yuanzi continued.

"I have the Earth Book to protect me. As long as the earth's membrane is broken, I will not die. Moreover, my cultivation has reached the level of a quasi-saint. In the ancient times, I will not die unless a saint appears.

But there is a big drawback!

There is no possibility for me to advance in this primordial heavenly way..."

As soon as these words were spoken, a flash of inspiration came to Furukawa's mind, but he remained calm and continued to listen.

When Zhen Yuanzi said these words, he looked desolate and depressed. How could he look like a great master of ancient supernatural powers?

In the ancient times, any powerful person has a heart that seeks the Tao, and only hopes to become a saint, and from then on transcend the ancient times and no longer be an ant.

This is why I listened to the teachings in Zixiao Palace in the past.

Fighting for the Hongmeng Purple Qi for this reason.

This is also the reason why I am calculating the lives of all people in the world.

but!

The simultaneous appearance of several saints can be said to have cut off the possibility of any great master in the prehistoric world becoming a saint.

Points of spiritual light continued to emerge from Zhen Yuanzi's hands, forming a huge mural. The picture changed and was constantly cut. After doing all this, he looked at Gu Chuan and said.

"Fellow Daoist Guchuan, please take a look. In this vast world, there are only four ways to achieve enlightenment.

Prove the truth with strength, become a saint by slaying the three corpses, become a saint by virtue, and become a saint by luck!"

These four murals tell the stories of several saints' enlightenment, but they are extremely vague, as if Zhen Yuanzi did not want to draw the attention of the saint in heaven that day.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Guchuan with such pious eyes that he even told him all the problems he was facing without reservation.

"In the prehistoric world, the only one who achieved sainthood through sheer force was the great god Pangu. He achieved sainthood by slaying the three corpses. This is the method chosen by the Taoist Patriarch to achieve sainthood. However, one must possess great perseverance, great luck, and great opportunity to achieve even a sliver of hope!"

After a pause, Zhen Yuanzi casually carved another mural, but this time the protagonists of the mural were changed to the two demon kings of the demon clan. He pointed at Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun and said.

"These two from the demon clan are destined to become saints. As long as they can destroy the witch clan, they can gather the power of the protagonists of heaven and earth and forcibly open up a path to sainthood for themselves!"

Furukawa nodded, he had known all this for a long time.

He even knew more.

Seeing that he had already revealed the secret of becoming a saint in the ancient times, Guchuan did not react at all, as if to him, it was just a passing cloud.

Zhen Yuanzi's mind was slightly shaken, then he gritted his teeth and directly revealed his trump card again, begging for help again.

"I am willing to pay the price of this ginseng fruit tree's original branch. I beg Fellow Daoist Guchuan to take me to the netherworld, to see Lady Pingxin, and to obtain a trace of the foundation for becoming a saint!"

A faint smile appeared on Guchuan's lips, worthy of being a famous veteran strongman in the prehistoric world.

Don't release the eagle until you see the rabbit. You may even lay so much groundwork in advance just to hide your true thoughts.

Guchuan picked up the broken branch of the ginseng fruit tree and played with it in his hand, feeling the power of creation emerging from it, as well as the unique power possessed by the top-grade innate spiritual roots.

But his next words made Zhen Yuanzi's face freeze.

"not enough!"

Guchuan didn't wait for Zhen Yuanzi to refute, and threw the remains of the ginseng fruit on the table next to him. He stood up and looked at the murals in front of him, and dispersed them casually.

Furukawa said calmly as he looked at the stars that had appeared in the sky at some point.

"Zhen Yuanzi, if you give me this, I can indeed take you to the netherworld and see the Sage Pingxin!"

"However, if you want to use this item to seek a chance to become a saint, you are really underestimating me and Empress Pingxin!"

Furukawa continued.

"And before, you were wrong. In the prehistoric world, there are only two paths to sainthood!

Either you become a saint by force, or you become a saint by the Tao!"

What luck, what merit, what becoming a saint by beheading the three corpses, are nothing more than differentiating this second path, using the power of heaven to help practitioners become saints.

In the tunnel, it doesn’t require such trouble to become a saint.

Zhen Yuanzi had a complicated expression and spoke after a long time.

"I wonder, Fellow Daoist Guchuan, what price do I need to pay to become a saint?!"

Guchuan turned around and looked at Zhen Yuanzi quietly. The words that came out of his mouth made him feel like he was struck by lightning, but he was extremely excited.

"Join my witch clan and contribute the Earth Book. From then on, the power of the Earth will be added to your body, and you will become a saint. Cause and effect are hard to find, and all laws are invulnerable. All evil is hard to ward off, and you will be indestructible forever!"

Every character written by Guchuan was striking at Zhen Yuanzi's heart that was seeking the Tao, making his heart beat instantly.

……

North Sea coast.

A demon king suddenly appeared in the human tribe, and he killed thousands of humans in the tribe with a single blow.

In his hand was a soul-fixing flag refined by the demon clan in the past. His red eyes scanned the surroundings, flashing with bloodthirsty light and greed, and he muttered to himself.

"It's almost done. This is the eighth human tribe. Once I bring back these human souls and flesh and blood, I can gather all the fragments and forge the Witch-Slaying Sword!"

"Only that useless Jiuyou could not accomplish such a good deed.

It's a pity that I didn't find the Witch-Slaying Sword in his cave!"

The tiger-headed demon king once again waved the soul-fixing banner in his hand, and thousands of human souls instantly entered it. Among them, wronged souls rose up everywhere, and there were countless wailing and begging for mercy, which was really painful.

But he was used to it and began to eat the human corpse in front of him.

Such scenes have already appeared on a large scale in human tribes, with killing taking place everywhere and the human race wailing!