Chapter 76: High Risk! The Primeval Great World

Chapter 76: High Risk! The Great World of the Primordial Era

After a moment of silence, the little silver snake timidly asked, "Master, what realm are you in, truly?"

Tianyi Daoist pondered briefly, then replied, "Roughly equivalent to the Nascent Soul. But don’t speak of this carelessly. Out in the world, your master is merely a Core Formation cultivator."

"Even so, if you rely on my reputation to act recklessly, do not blame me for purging my own disciples."

The little silver snake nodded respectfully, "Disciple will be careful, will cultivate diligently, and strive to attain the Dao with caution!"

There was a feeling of complaint swelling in its heart, yet nowhere to vent.

This master was exceptionally powerful, yet overly cautious.

You are already a mighty Nascent Soul cultivator, among the top figures in the Thousand Islands Sea.

Is it really necessary to be so careful?!

When I first awakened and paid homage to the Core Formation Demon King, I wasn’t nearly this cautious.

Tianyi Daoist nodded in satisfaction, then with a hint of nostalgia said, "A thousand years have passed, winds have risen, clouds have surged, and every generation brings new talents. These newly risen three great demon kings—what are their origins? Do they have family or elders in their sects?"

To have backing or not makes all the difference.

No backing? If slain, so be it; hide away, and after ten thousand years, one might rise again.

With backing, beware of their family and elders seeking revenge, or their sect elders calculating the culprit.

It’s best not to provoke such figures—if unavoidable, uproot them completely, leaving no chance for the enemy.

Any unresolved threat could birth a protagonist.

The little silver snake thought for a moment and replied, "Reporting to Master, the Xuanjing Demon King and Yin-Yang Demon King are both native-born demons, who have dominated the Thousand Islands Sea for nearly a millennium, possessing vast powers..."

Tianyi Daoist nodded, already planning to disguise himself as a Core Formation cultivator under Xuanjing or Yin-Yang, letting those two take the brunt while he remained behind the scenes.

"What of the Qianling Demon King, any background?"

Seeing the silver snake focus mainly on Xuanjing and Yin-Yang, Tianyi Daoist asked curiously.

The silver snake hesitated, twisting its body, then replied after some thought, "Master, the Qianling Demon King is solitary. If not for a battle with the Yin-Yang Demon King five hundred years ago, we wouldn’t even know of this great demon’s existence."

"Rumor has it, the Qianling Demon King hails from the Sect of Severance..."

"Wait! Did you say Sect of Severance?"

Tianyi Daoist suddenly raised his head, fixing his gaze on the silver snake.

The silver snake blinked, then nodded, "Indeed, the Sect of Severance. Master needn’t worry—there are countless registered disciples, innumerable demons and spirits have heard the Sage’s teachings."

"But the Sage’s status is extraordinary, though he teaches all, only those with deep roots can enter even the outer sect."

"I suppose the Qianling Demon King merely had the fortune to hear the Sage’s lecture, claiming the title of disciple."

...

The silver snake rambled on in detail.

Tianyi Daoist, being a puppet, maintained an unchanged expression, listening attentively.

But in the true body, Luo Feng’s heart was in tumult.

One thought remained: Thank goodness I sent a puppet to the other world!

If I had gone personally, I might already be drinking tea in the Purple Cloud Palace!

The Main God Fragment shields its holder from fate during temporal traversal.

But that’s for ordinary worlds, ordinary heavens.

Is this world ordinary?

Six Sages govern the Dao in place of heaven, every word and action is the will of heaven—a naked administrator with full permissions.

It’s said that even Lord Hongjun embodies the Dao, ruling the world!

As a Main God Controller, holder of a Main God Fragment, the instant I entered this world, I’d likely be dragged to the Purple Cloud Palace as an outsider demon.

The outcome needs no explanation.

A long time passed.

Luo Feng regained his composure—fear and panic only breed chaos.

He calmed down, beginning to analyze the current situation.

First possibility: the Main God Fragment possesses immense power, perfectly hiding from the Six Sages and even invading Hongjun’s permissions, erasing any trace of me as an outsider demon.

Second possibility: Hongjun has already noticed me, now watching from the Purple Cloud Palace while sipping tea.

Which is it?

I’ll know by testing.

Tianyi Daoist feigned surprise, waving his hand, "I just remembered something I must do. Go out and fetch some spirit fruit."

The silver snake paused, then bowed, respectfully withdrew.

...

Half an hour later.

Tianyi Daoist gazed at the incense altar he’d set up, sincerely arranging spirit fruits.

Finally, he knelt and performed the great Daoist salute, respectfully asking, "Are you there?"

Tick, tick...

Time passed little by little.

One hour, two hours, three hours... half a day elapsed.

Luo Feng’s tense heart gradually relaxed.

Perhaps he’d overthought—maybe the Main God Fragment’s power exceeded his imagination.

Or perhaps Lord Hongjun simply didn’t care about a little ant who had sneaked in.

Just as Tianyi Daoist prepared to clear away the altar—

A teasing laugh echoed from the void: "I am."

Damn!

Is it really okay for you to be so playful?!

Luo Feng cursed inwardly, immediately severing his spiritual connection with Tianyi Daoist.

In an instant, the two worlds were cut off!

It was as if Luo Feng was playing a computer game, controlling a character, and suddenly, sensing danger, he yanked out the power cord, shutting down forcibly.

In the Valley of Heavenly Escape, Luo Feng breathed a sigh of relief, wiping away nonexistent cold sweat.

This was too close!

He got up, intending to pour himself a cup of tea to soothe his shaken heart.

He took a step—and the world changed.

All around, white clouds floated, mist drifted, like a mythical paradise. Everywhere peach trees blossomed, petals fell in profusion, fragrant grass was lush, and the crimson paths brushed softly against his face.

In the center, stone stools and a stone table were arranged, a half-played jade chessboard sat atop. A black-haired young Daoist held a white piece, smiling as he looked on.

Luo Feng inhaled sharply.

This feeling was exhilarating.

To put it simply, it was like playing on the computer, and suddenly the person on the other side walked over through the internet cable to have a heart-to-heart.

The black-haired young Daoist lifted his eyelids and teased, "What’s this, am I different from your imagination? Younger, perhaps?"

"Heh, appearances are born of the heart."

Without hesitation, Luo Feng knelt and paid his respects, speaking loudly, "Luo Feng, disciple of the Shangqing Sect, greets the Dao Ancestor!"

Humble, respectful, obedient.

"Come, sit."

The Dao Ancestor smiled and pointed, and Luo Feng appeared opposite him.

The more amiable the Dao Ancestor, the more Luo Feng could not fathom his intent, only able to reply respectfully, "Dao Ancestor summoned disciple—may I ask your instructions?"

The Dao Ancestor fondled a white chess piece, smiling, "I find you quite pleasing. Originally, I meant to register you officially."

"Didn’t expect you to run, making me drag you back."

Luo Feng was startled, cautiously asked, "Dao Ancestor, I am a transmigrator."

Dao Ancestor toyed with the chess piece, scoffing, "Transmigrators abound. Some wish to marry Nuwa and Houtu, some want to punch the Three Pure Ones, some want to overthrow Haotian and become Heavenly Emperor... I’ve seen them all."

"But you—a cautious transmigrator—are a first."

"Your main body is nearly a Golden Immortal, created a Nascent Soul side account, then controlled two Core Formation puppets to deceive a Core Formation little snake."

"And you still have the nerve!"

(End of this chapter)