The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

A day later, Nuwa finished melting the five-colored stones, lifted the Qiankun Cauldron, and flew to the heavens. She nodded slightly to Laozi, "Senior Brother, please slowly move the Taiji Diagram aside. I need to begin mending the sky."

After speaking, she scooped out clumps of crystalline liquid from the cauldron, and then a torrent of creative power surged forth. With the five-colored stones combined with Nuwa's supreme magical power, the gap gradually narrowed until it disappeared without a trace.

Nuwa landed back on the ground and looked at the Qiankun Cauldron in her hand. Seeing that there was still a five-colored stone inside that hadn't been refined, she didn't pay much attention to it, casually took it out and discarded it, returning the cauldron to the Mosquito Taoist.

Upon seeing this, Jieyin reluctantly returned the Map of Mountains and Rivers to Nuwa. Although he coveted this treasure, he dared not take it from Nuwa, for it was a gift from the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and even if he had several times the courage, he would not dare to embezzle it.

After Nuwa finished mending the sky, the world gradually began to stabilize, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, several hours passed, and no divine favor was bestowed, which left everyone with puzzled expressions.

Lao Tzu pondered for a moment, realizing that although the gap in the sky had been repaired, the support that held up the heavens had been broken. He looked at Yuanshi and said, "Second brother, there is a black tortoise in the South Sea. You can go and cut off its four limbs to make four pillars to support the heavens and the earth."

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, "This is another great act of merit!" He immediately looked at Laozi with gratitude, feeling that his elder brother treated him much better than Tongtian. Then, he flashed away and flew towards the South Sea.

Jieyin and Zhunti watched with envy. They hadn't gained much merit this time, and now that Yuanshi was receiving guidance from Laozi, his merit would surely be considerable. But Yuanshi had already beaten them to it, so all they could do was be jealous.

Upon hearing Laozi's words, Tongtian didn't say anything, but he felt slightly displeased. He knew about the conflict between him and Yuanshi, but Yuanshi hadn't said anything at the time, nor had he expressed any intention to let him stay in Kunlun.

Now, Yuanshi is being sent to the South China Sea on business, while Tongtian is being ignored. At this moment, Tongtian is already dissatisfied with his elder brother.

Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, a voice suddenly rang out from the South Sea, echoing throughout the entire prehistoric world: "Heaven above, I am the Black Tortoise of the South Sea. Feeling that the beings of the prehistoric world are suffering in dire straits, I wish to use my four limbs to become pillars supporting the heavens and earth, to stabilize the world. May Heaven bear witness."

Before Yuanshi even reached the South China Sea, he saw four beams of azure light shoot out from the South China Sea and spread to all directions of the primordial world. Then, a merit descended from the sky and landed on him, which left him feeling somewhat bewildered.

Coming to his senses, Yuanshi could only helplessly put away his merits and head back the way he came. He didn't know why the South Sea Black Tortoise had chosen to commit suicide, causing him to lose his merits in vain. However annoyed he was, he could only silently blame himself for not having the right opportunity.

As soon as Xuanwu finished speaking, his limbs transformed into four pillars supporting the sky, and the Heavenly Dao descended with golden clouds of merit. The amount of merit this time was almost the same as when the saints attained enlightenment, but after being divided among everyone, not much was actually received.

Nuwa, as the one in charge of mending the sky, received two-tenths of the merit. Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Beiming each received one-tenth. Jieyin and Zhunti combined only received one-tenth.

The Sage Jieyin, because the Map of Mountains and Rivers was not his treasure, received only half a percent of the merit from Heaven. Zhunti, on the other hand, only had the power to dredge the flood, and thus received less than half a percent of the merit. The remaining thirty percent descended onto the four pillars supporting the sky, instantly transforming them into 'acquired treasures of merit'.

Everyone put away their merits and rode the clouds back to their respective dojos. When Yuanshi arrived, he found that the area around Buzhou Mountain was deserted, which dashed his hopes of teaching Beiming a lesson.

The sea of ​​blood in the underworld.

As soon as Mosquito Taoist stepped onto Free and Unfettered Island, he saw Kongtong Taoist sitting there with his eyes closed, meditating. He hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Kongtong, how did things go?"

From the battle between Zhurong and Gonggong, Mosquito Taoist knew that the calamity of Xuanling's father (Xuanwu) had arrived. He immediately sent a message to Kongtong Taoist to bring back his primordial spirit.

This was something I had promised Xuanling. Although I could roughly guess the outcome, since all the cultivators of the prehistoric world had heard Xuanwu swear to heaven, I couldn't help but feel worried since the matter wasn't settled yet.

"I will not fail the trust placed in me."

The Taoist Kongtong smiled slightly. He then waved his hand, and a phantom figure appeared before the two. Although it was a phantom, the Mosquito Taoist could tell that this primordial spirit was Xuanwu. They had interacted before, and he remembered this aura.

"Many thanks to Fellow Daoist Beiming for your help. Xuanwu is deeply grateful." Xuanwu's primordial spirit appeared, and he saw Mosquito Daoist and Kongtong standing beside him. He immediately cupped his hands and bowed.

Previously, although Kongtong had received guidance from Beiming and was able to safely overcome the tribulation, he was still worried. After all, apart from 'possessing another body and being reborn', Xuanwu couldn't think of any other method.

However, possession is too extreme. All cultivators in the primordial world know that if you dare to possess someone else's body, you will not only bear the karma of that person's past life, but also incur a debt to the body you possess after death. If you want to make further progress on the path of cultivation in the future, you will need to put in a thousand times more effort than others.

Therefore, possession incidents are extremely rare in the primordial world. But if it weren't for possession and rebirth, Xuanwu wouldn't know what other method Beiming could use to help him survive the great tribulation. He only believed Kongtong's words because the other party was his daughter's master.

“Fellow Daoist Xuanwu, I see you seem to have something on your mind. Are you worried about Xuanling?” Seeing the other party’s furrowed brows, Mosquito Daoist could only guess that it was because of Xuanling, after all, the father and daughter had not seen each other for many years.

Upon hearing Mosquito Daoist's words, Xuanwu sighed, "That's not true. I met Xuanling not long ago, and I must thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist, which has enabled her to achieve what she has today."

Upon seeing Xuanling that day, Xuanwu was utterly astonished. He never imagined that in just tens of thousands of years, his daughter's cultivation had reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal level. He himself, born at the beginning of time, had only reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, still a step away from the Quasi-Saint level.

However, Xuanwu's realm was reached only after countless eons. One can imagine how astonishing it is that Xuanling was able to cultivate to the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal in tens of thousands of years.

"Fellow Daoist Kongtong said the other day that you could help me overcome this tribulation, but I really can't think of any way. I hope Fellow Daoist Beiming can tell me." Before Mosquito Daoist could ask, Xuanwu expressed his confusion.

Upon hearing Xuanwu's words, Mosquito Daoist fell into deep thought, unsure whether to inform him. After all, Xuanwu was his disciple's father, and he knew him well. His trust in Xuanwu was unquestionable, yet he worried it might cause unnecessary trouble.

After thinking for a moment, he finally said, "Fellow Daoist Xuanwu, I cannot tell you the method yet, but I guarantee it won't be long. Conservatively speaking, your opportunity will arrive within ten thousand years."