Chapter 1

In the South Sea of the Primordial World, the waves were vast and boundless, stretching to the horizon.

Countless islands floated upon the sea surface, scattered like stars in the sky.

Among them lay one immortal island, hidden amidst the archipelago. Above it, the Dao rhymes covered the sky, exhaling clouds and divine radiance, sacred and unfathomable.

At this moment, a stunning fairy wearing nine-colored neon robes, with a human head and a snake body, flew over the sea and came to a halt.

This fairy's skin was as white as snow, her beauty peerless and otherworldly; she was none other than Nüwa.

In the current Primordial World, Hongjun had just finished his sermon. After the distribution of treasures, the three thousand guests of the Red Dust returned from the Purple Heaven Palace to the Primordial World, each to pursue their own Great Dao.

Nüwa had obtained a wisp of Hongmeng Violet Qi, and while listening to the sermon, she had comprehended the profound mysteries of creation, successfully reaching the Quasi-Saint realm.

Yet, the Dao is endless; the path of cultivation becomes more arduous the further one ascends.

Therefore, she traveled across the Primordial World, exploring all things, seeking a great opportunity.

"Eh? Why has an island suddenly appeared here?"

Nüwa frowned, looking down, feeling somewhat strange.

This island gathered vast and majestic spiritual energy, yet it seemed faintly severed from this world.

Its heavenly secrets were obscure, standing aloof from the world.

Had it not been for a stroke of luck, she likely would never have detected it at all.

"Could it be that this island conceals some profound mystery?"

Thinking of this, Nüwa brushed aside the clouds and mist, entering the immortal island, intending to investigate.

On the ocean, this immortal island was as tiny as a grain of sand.

But in reality, on the island, even a small mountain spanned a million miles.

And such small mountains were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges within the island, beyond counting.

After a few days of exploration, Nüwa was overjoyed.

Because she discovered that on this island, almost every section of land contained a stalk of innate spiritual root.

The closer to the center of the island, the denser the spiritual roots became.

Thus far, she had already collected dozens of them.

These were innate spiritual roots!

After the Fierce Beast Kalpa, the strife of the three clans, and the Dao-Demon War, the Primordial World had been devastated.

Even if top-tier innate spiritual roots remained, they had long been carved up by various great powers and factions; it was impossible for many to exist.

Yet on this island, these innate spiritual roots were as common as cabbage, endless to harvest—it was simply incredible.

Nüwa became even more certain that this immortal island was extraordinary!

Perhaps it contained secrets and peerless opportunities that even the Dao Ancestor had not discovered.

Thinking of this, Nüwa could hardly suppress her excitement. Ignoring the spiritual roots and immortal herbs along the way, she headed straight for the very center of the island.

Before long, she arrived at an ancient divine mountain in the center of the island.

Looking down, she saw a divine tree rooted in divine soil. It had only nine leaves, which were crystalline like jade, with endless laws and divine rhymes flowing through their veins, indescribably profound.

Between the nine leaves grew a spiritual fruit the size of a fist.

It was covered in Great Dao divine patterns, permeated with auspicious energy, and showered with thousands of Great Dao divine radiances.

Nüwa arrived at the foot of the mountain and, gazing at the spiritual fruit, was completely stunned.

"This... is this a Chaos Spiritual Fruit?"

Nüwa's beautiful face was filled with disbelief.

She had not expected that after the Great Kalpa of World Creation, there would still be a Chaos Spiritual Root in the Primordial World.

On the deep mountain, a vast wind blew, and a wonderful scent of Chaos spiritual breath rushed toward her.

Taking a light breath, Nüwa felt every pore on her body open simultaneously, and her Daluo magic power surged like a tidal wave, restless.

I have discovered a treasure!

Nüwa was thrilled.

Her gaze remained fixed on the spiritual fruit, sensing that a power of the origin of creation was constantly evolving within it.

This power of creation was infinitely mysterious, actually influencing the surrounding environment and objects.

Many spiritual roots, affected by it, seemed to be slowly transforming their origins.

A low-grade acquired spiritual root in the distance suddenly erupted with surging spiritual breath, leaping to become a mid-grade spiritual root.

Nüwa was dumbfounded.

One must know that in the Primordial World, once a life is born, its foundation and aptitude are fixed; under normal circumstances, they cannot be changed.

Yet the power of creation contained in this spiritual fruit could actually reverse the origin—this was simply unimaginable.

Compared to it, the Great Dao of Creation she primarily cultivated was not just a little bit inferior.

Nüwa had a premonition that in terms of value, this Chaos Spiritual Fruit was no weaker than the Hongmeng Violet Qi, and perhaps even surpassed it.

If she were to swallow it, fuse with it, and comprehend the power of creation within, she might be able to directly attain the Hunyuan Dao.

One must know that after the Primordial World was opened, the Heavenly Dao was supreme and the Great Dao was hidden; to transcend the Heavenly Dao and comprehend the Great Dao laws was extremely difficult.

Without sufficient foundation and aptitude, there was not even a one-in-a-billion chance.

Therefore, cultivators in the Primordial World who wished to attain the Hunyuan Dao had to rely on the methods taught by the Dao Ancestor, Hongjun.

Yet now, through this spiritual fruit, she had discovered another path: the path of attaining the Hunyuan Dao through the Law of Creation.

However, this spiritual fruit did not seem to be fully mature yet.

Picking it now would not be perfect, so Nüwa decided to wait for a few more days.

Thus, Nüwa sat cross-legged beneath the divine tree, comprehending the Great Dao of Creation and absorbing the Chaos spiritual breath.

A thousand years passed in a flash, and Nüwa's cultivation base grew significantly.

But when she opened her eyes, she was shocked to find that there was nothing in front of her; the divine tree had vanished.

After a moment of shock, Nüwa grew somewhat anxious and began a carpet-search of the immortal island.

Three thousand years passed in a flash; Nüwa found the divine tree nine times, but without exception, it escaped every time.

This spiritual root was not fixed in one corner but drifted outside the Great Dao, rooted in the nodes of time and space.

It appeared to be right before her eyes, but it might be separated from her by a space-time.

As time passed, its position would constantly change.

Moreover, it was silent and soundless, impossible to detect, and difficult to deduce its tracks.

A thousand years had passed since she last found it, and Nüwa had turned the immortal island upside down, but she never saw the divine tree again.

"It's infuriating!"

Nüwa stood atop an innate divine tree, completely frantic, feeling her Dao heart becoming unstable.

This spiritual root was as slippery as a loach; she simply could not catch it.

After learning her lesson from the first few times, she had tried to pick it directly, but as soon as that thought crossed her mind, the divine tree would hide its tracks and vanish without a trace.

Could it be that I am truly not fated with this spiritual root?

Nüwa pondered for a long time before shaking her head.

No, I cannot keep searching like this. *** ### Chapter 3