The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

Seeing that he had already asked, Mosquito Daoist immediately said, "Back in Zixiao Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun once said that you had a great merit to perform, and predicted that you would definitely become a saint through merit in the future. In that case, since you have been in seclusion to comprehend the Primordial Purple Qi, will merit come to you?"

Mosquito Taoist wanted Nuwa to do what she needed to do as soon as possible, instead of remaining in seclusion on Buzhou Mountain. It would be greatly beneficial for him if she could become a sage sooner; he also hoped that Kongtong Taoist would achieve sainthood as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, Nuwa had a sudden flash of inspiration. She seemed to understand the meaning behind the other person's words, but she was completely clueless. No matter how much she pondered, she couldn't come to any conclusion, which made her very distressed. After a long while, Nuwa still had her brows furrowed. Finally, she had no choice but to ask again, "Fellow Daoist Beiming, although I don't know why you gave me this guidance, I have remembered this kindness."

Regarding the matter of the Holy Throne at Zixiao Palace, I also owe you my gratitude, but I still hope you can explain it more clearly. I know your relationship with the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhunti is not very harmonious. I can now promise that when you all attain the Great Dao, no matter what conflicts you have with them, I will stand by your side.”

Upon hearing Nuwa's words, Mosquito Daoist could guess that she meant he owed her two karmic debts. However, if he couldn't attain the Great Dao, he wouldn't even have the right to stand with her.

However, Mosquito Daoist didn't take it seriously. He was already aiming for the Primordial Chaos Realm if he could achieve it. Nuwa's help was merely icing on the cake, but having an ally wasn't necessarily a bad thing for him. He then said, "I can only remind you, fellow Daoist, that is, 'the Witch and Demon races are not the protagonists of Heaven and Earth.'"

After that, Mosquito Taoist didn't say anything more. If he explained too much, Hongjun might doubt him after he found out.

Back when he used the Kongtong Seal to sever his corpse at Zixiao Palace, Mosquito Daoist suspected that if Hongjun was in such a hurry to merge with the Dao, he would definitely want to investigate the matter. Although a long time had passed, he couldn't guarantee that Hongjun wouldn't bring it up again. If he spoke too bluntly to Nuwa, even she might become suspicious.

"Fellow Daoist Beiming, in the present world, apart from the Wu Clan, there are only the Demon Clan. Why do you say this?" Nuwa was even more puzzled after hearing this. The other party said that neither the Wu Clan nor the Demon Clan were the main characters of heaven and earth. Then where should she go to find opportunities?

"Nuwa, you should know that I have some knowledge of divination, so I can see that although the Wu and Yao tribes are currently at the height of their power, their prosperity will eventually decline, just like the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes in the past. How arrogant they were back then, but in the end, didn't they still withdraw from the prehistoric stage?"

The reason for this situation, I believe, is that the Lich and the Demon are irreconcilable enemies. I have a feeling that in ten thousand years, both the Lich and the Demon will withdraw from the stage of the primordial world. The Mosquito Taoist didn't know how to bring up this matter, and in the end, he could only attribute everything to the Xuanwu True Explanation.

Ever since he first used this method, he had been using divination to deceive others, and unexpectedly, it actually worked. Of course, it was only because he first mentioned this matter to Di Jun that it was confirmed, and that others believed it to be true.

"In that case, I will go back and think about what Fellow Daoist Beiming said. I hope it can be proven within ten thousand years, so that I can become a sage." After saying this, Nuwa got up to take her leave. Although the other party's words were unclear, she could still tell that the Wu and Yao races would probably end up like the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation ten thousand years later, with both sides suffering heavy losses.

Her current worry is for her brother, Fuxi. Although she has some affection for the demon race, she doesn't share Fuxi's feelings. Fuxi is extremely enthusiastic about the demon race; otherwise, he wouldn't have joined the Heavenly Court.

However, now is not the time to think about these things. Ten thousand years is a long time, and no one knows what the future holds. For now, we can only be more cautious. As for a major event like the Great Calamity, even if Nuwa knew the situation now, she could not control it. All she could do was protect herself during the Great Calamity; beyond that, she was powerless.

Returning to her cave at Buzhou Mountain, she drifted into a daze once more. Gazing at her and Fuxi's former dwelling, she realized it had been a long time since she had heard the sounds of his music; the cave was now utterly silent. When she came to her senses, Nuwa's gaze hardened. After tidying herself up, she fled towards the primordial continent.

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Time flies, and a thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Although Mosquito Daoist had spent the past thousand years in seclusion improving his physical cultivation, he had not yet achieved a breakthrough. Meanwhile, Nuwa was traveling through the primordial world, seeking an opportunity to attain enlightenment. Nuwa, residing in the Sea of ​​Blood, was constantly monitoring the situation. Since Nuwa's departure, Nuwa had dispatched Blood God Child to report on Nuwa's progress.

Suddenly, the Mosquito Taoist snapped out of his meditation and opened his eyes to look at Mount Buzhou. After a moment of contemplation, he rose and escaped into the sea of ​​blood.

After a thousand years, Nuwa returned from her travels in the primordial world and has now reappeared at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

She had always wondered why Bei Ming had said he could become a saint within ten thousand years, but that the opportunity did not lie with the Wu and Yao races. However, the current era was one where the Yao ruled the heavens and the Wu ruled the earth, and the two races would not withdraw from the prehistoric stage for ten thousand years. This left her racking her brains but unable to come up with a solution.

Nuwa knew that she would become a saint through merit, but neither the witch nor the demon was a protagonist of heaven and earth, which made her have to be cautious. She thought that her opportunity might not be as simple as it seemed on the surface.

On this day, Nuwa stood at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, deep in thought. She reflected on the past thousand years, during which she had traveled alone through the primordial world, and sometimes felt a little lonely, unlike before when she had her brother Fuxi by her side.

Now that Fuxi holds a position in the Heavenly Court, although the two still keep in touch and keep track of each other's lives, the situation is vastly different from before. At this moment, two words keep echoing in her mind: 'Loneliness, loneliness? Loneliness...'

Suddenly, Nuwa's eyes lit up, and she said, "If that's the case, why don't we create our own race? That way, we won't have to worry about this anymore."

After saying this, the more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. Thinking it over, she immediately took a handful of soil from the ground and, following the shapes of herself and Fuxi, began to create creatures.

Nuwa, who controlled the laws of creation, first created a snake-like creature. However, upon seeing it, she frowned, for although the creature felt close to her upon its birth, it lacked some intelligence and its aptitude for cultivation was not very good.

After much deliberation, Nuwa created another object based on her own transformed form. However, she still couldn't satisfy it, because although this being was much better than the last, it still lacked any spirituality.

However, just as Nuwa was considering other methods, she was suddenly startled, for a figure suddenly appeared before her. Upon recognizing it as the Northern Darkness Daoist from the Blood Sea, she breathed a sigh of relief, but wondered why he had come to this place.

Just as Nuwa was about to ask, she heard the other party say, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, I have here the innate spiritual soil 'Nine-Colored Breath Soil' and the first holy medicine of the primordial world 'Three Lights Divine Water'. Why don't you try these two?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the object in his hand floated towards the other person.