Chapter 30: Nv Wa

In the Dao realm, Xiang Xuanqing witnessed a thousand and one ways the Chaotic Demon Gods died.

Of course, he also witnessed his own thousand and one deaths and rebirths.

After being repeatedly beheaded by the Great Pan Gu.

Xiang Xuanqing finally comprehended the Dao and principle contained in that single technique.

“Congratulations, Dao friend!”

Meng Wuyou approached and carefully examined Xiang Xuanqing.

Xiang Xuanqing, having awakened from his Dao enlightenment, now exuded a faint aura of transcendence (death-sense).

“Pan Gu’s wool is damn hard to shear!”

Xiang Xuanqing sat cross-legged on a mat, one hand propping his chin, gazing straight ahead with a hollow, almost bewildered expression, as if he had lost all interest in this world.

The higher you look, the more lofty it becomes; the deeper you probe, the more unyielding it grows.

Each encounter with Pan Gu granted Xiang Xuanqing profound insights.

But the aftereffect was too strong—he needed time to recover.

Xiang Xuanqing even suspected he had been singled out by Great Pan Gu because he had witnessed the death of the [Hao Ran Demon God].

Otherwise, why was his death-sense so intense after this enlightenment?

Meng Wuyou, beside him, covered her mouth and chuckled softly:

“Your method of Dao enlightenment works well, but you can’t keep seeking punishment—take breaks between sessions.”

“Dao enlightenment must follow a gradual progression.”

Pan Gu’s axe was no ordinary divine artifact to withstand—even within the Dao realm.

In fact, Meng Wuyou employed a similar method of Dao enlightenment.

It was originally Xiang Xuanqing’s idea, later refined together with Meng Wuyou and Ming He.

As the saying goes: In dreams and mirrors, worlds still exist.

Xiang Xuanqing used the primordial spiritual treasure, the Nie Mirror, as a medium to trace the karmic threads between the Demon Gods and Pan Gu, thereby witnessing Pan Gu’s Dao.

Meng Wuyou’s method was sleep—attaining enlightenment within dreams.

As for Ming He’s method, it was rather intense.

He always sought flashes of insight between life and death to achieve Dao comprehension.

Meng Wuyou still remembered the time Xiang Xuanqing found a fragment of a Demon God’s finger bone in the Chaos.

The three of them had cultivated it together.

Meng Wuyou chose to sleep peacefully, entering the dream world;

Xiang Xuanqing saw past karmic connections, stepping repeatedly into the Dao realm;

Ming He pulled out the two killing artifacts, Yuan Tu and A Bi, and stabbed himself twice in the head.

Then he began killing himself over and over again.

Not even blinking.

Like a heartless assassin.

In Ming He’s own words:

“The path of killing must begin with killing oneself!”

“If you dare not kill yourself, what’s the point of cultivating the Killing Dao?”

The result? When all three completed their enlightenment:

The blood sea’s surface had risen three inches.

“Wuyou, what did you gain from your trip to Kunlun Xu?”

Xiang Xuanqing gradually returned to himself; the aura of transcendence (death-sense) had faded.

“What’s there to gain from a gathering?”

Meng Wuyou said: “Our Kunlun Xu is different from your Weiyuan Society—every gathering is mostly just eating and drinking.”

“We also exchange useful information.”

As Meng Wuyou spoke, she waved her slender hand, and on the table in Fengdoudadian appeared a jade plate and a jade pot.

The plate held three purple-veined Pan Tao fruits; the pot contained nectar of the jade dew.

“Here, I brought you some.”

Xiang Xuanqing smiled: “Lady Jin Mu is truly wealthy—she throws banquets every time and even allows guests to take leftovers!”

Meng Wuyou replied: “You’ve never been to Kunlun Xu—you don’t know Lady Jin Mu’s fortune. She owns an entire orchard!”

“Three thousand six hundred trees of primordial Ren Water Pan Tao fruits!”

Primordial Ren Water Pan Tao fruits, also called the Elixir of Immortality, are one of the Ten Primordial Spiritual Roots of Hong Huang.

Their most remarkable trait is their ability to perfectly produce offspring saplings.

These three thousand six hundred Pan Tao trees, all derived from the mother tree, remain primordial!

You can’t help but be impressed. Of course, the Underworld also has primordial spiritual roots capable of propagation.

That would be the flower of the other shore.

One of the gifts Meng Wuyou always brought to banquets was this…

Xiang Xuanqing looked at the purple-veined Pan Tao fruits on the table and thought: “Next time, should I bring fruits from the Divine Peach Tree?”

“They’re better than the flower of the other shore—at least you can eat the Divine Peach.”

Meng Wuyou shook her head: “The gifts everyone brings are already set by tradition—hard to change.”

“Actually, Lady Jin Mu quite likes the flower of the other shore—she says it reveals the mystery of life and death, no less profound than the Pan Tao.”

“She’s so polite.”

Since Wuyou said so, Xiang Xuanqing dropped the matter.

He waved his hand, sending one Pan Tao fruit beneath Naiheqiao; the pot of jade dew was divided between the Hunyuan Ding and the Divine Peach Tree.

The last two Pan Tao fruits were sent to the Blood Sea mansion.

Ming He needed the Elixir of Immortality more than he did.

Next, Meng Wuyou told Xiang Xuanqing what she had learned in Kunlun Xu.

One was the Qilin Clan’s expansion plan.

The other was Nv Wa’s Creation Plan.

“Set the Qilin Clan aside—I’ve already met most of the Thirty-Six Emperors.”

Xiang Xuanqing briefly recounted his experiences in the Nameless Sea world.

“So that skull was created by Yuan Huang Dao friend—no wonder.”

Meng Wuyou nodded. None of the deities in Weiyuan Society were serious—their creativity was beyond bizarre.

Xiang Xuanqing asked: “What exactly is Nv Wa’s Creation Plan?”

“It means exactly what it says—creating heaven and earth.”

Meng Wuyou said: “Nv Wa says her Dao has reached a fork in the road, and she intends to create heaven and earth to find the answer within her heart.”

“I see.” Xiang Xuanqing lowered his head in thought.

Nv Wa had not yet attained Da Luo—so her Creation Plan must center on the Zao Hua Dao, not like Pan Gu’s primordial creation.

Nv Wa, the ancient goddess, the transformer of all things.

Creating heaven and earth, transforming all things—this has always been her path.

Now that she has reached this threshold, she must have clearly understood her Dao.

After this, even if she does not attain Da Luo, it will be soon.

Then Xiang Xuanqing thought of [Mu Yao Suixing Shang Zun] Fu Xi.

“I wonder how far Fu Xi has progressed.”

He had once visited Du Guang Zhi Ye.

When he saw the towering Jian Mu tree, Xiang Xuanqing knew Fu Xi’s future plans would almost certainly center on the words “Creation.”

After all, holding a real-world tree and not using it for creation would be a waste.

Besides, in later legends, he too was a renowned Creator God.

But he didn’t know whether Fu Xi planned to experiment alone or team up with Nv Wa for something grand.

If he did, it would be quite entertaining.

Thinking of this, Xiang Xuanqing looked at Meng Wuyou and asked: “Did Nv Wa say she’s still in preparation and needs to wait?”

Meng Wuyou was startled: “How do you know?”

Of course… Xiang Xuanqing smiled: “Didn’t Nv Wa also say her creation might be noisy, and she needs the Tai Su Nine Heavens to keep watch?”

“How do you know?” Meng Wuyou blinked. You were there, weren’t you?

Tell me—what sister are you really?

Meng Wuyou was certain: Xiang Xuanqing had a female avatar in Kunlun Xu!

Otherwise, it made no sense.

Xiang Xuanqing smiled.

“If this were a Xiao Qian world, Da Qian world, or even a Xiao Zhu Tian or Da Zhu Tian, there’d be no need for such caution.”

“The only thing worthy of such treatment would be a Da Luo universe—or at the very least, a Da Qian Huan Yu with Da Luo potential!”

“Creating at this level is no simple matter.”

Xiang Xuanqing smiled with a hint of malicious delight.

"Open up the great myriad cosmic realms! Foreign demonic invaders have breached the borders!"

"Open up the Great Luo universe! The primordial demonic gods are the calamity!"

"This is the destined fate, already seared into the path of creation since the time when the Great Pan Gu cleaved the heavens."

(End of chapter)