172: God's Hand

The pure world white lotus bloomed in a pool atop the volcanic peak. As its petals unfurled, they shed a glowing, clear radiance, reflecting the scorching magma like flowing amber.

The power of the pure world condensed at the heart of the lotus turned into a thin mist, gently shrouding the entire fairyland. It isolated the clamor of the outside world while adding a touch of hazy beauty to this realm.

Here, the violent volcanic power was tamed by the pure world white lotus, transforming into Spiritual Qi that nourished all things.

The originally opposing Yin and Yang Qi also coexisted harmoniously under a higher level of reconciliation.

In this lotus fairyland constructed by the pure world white lotus, Qing Wu and Fuxi sat together for a Dao Discussion.

"Fellow Daoist, I would like to ask, up until now, have the efforts I have made been correct?" Fuxi asked.

Last time he was here, he said he wanted to learn from Qing Wu and contribute his own strength to make the sky higher and more stable.

For this reason, he followed Dijun, joined the Yao Race, laid out the Zhou Tian Starry Sky, and stabilized the Primordial firmament.

He established the Demon Script, and with those above setting an example for those below, the Legacy of the Yao Race would be passed down from generation to generation.

The sky seemed to have indeed become more stable, yet it also seemed not to have.

Everything was merely his subjective feeling, but subjective feelings are the easiest to be wrong about.

He even felt that what he had done was just some superficial work.

In reality, it could not withstand deep scrutiny.

The sky was still that same sky; it was just that the surface had been repaired to be more perfect, while the Foundation within had not undergone any essential changes.

Qing Wu pondered slightly, then said, "This matter never had a completely correct answer, or rather, all answers are correct."

"Since Fellow Daoist is walking on the path of Dao you believe to be correct, why ask more?"

"All efforts are not in vain; all quantitative changes will play a role when qualitative changes occur."

From quantitative change to qualitative change is a very long process.

In this process, efforts from many aspects are needed.

Just like playing chess, the game needs to go through the opening, mid-game, and endgame.

What truly decides the outcome might just be that one Godly Move.

But this does not mean that apart from this move, the other opening and mid-game layouts have no effect.

On the contrary, it is these seemingly insignificant moves that provide the prerequisites for the arrival of that final Godly Move.

It is precisely because of the various layouts in the opening and mid-game that the Godly Move has a basis and the power to decide the outcome in one stroke.

Corresponding to the current Primordial world, the Wu and Yao Races, all living beings of the Primordial world, and even East Duke's Immortal Court, all follow this principle.

Do not look at the fact that the Immortal Court is already out of the game; it was indeed an important move.

That was a game of chess played between Hongjun and other existences.

It was also at this time that Qing Wu was able to enter the game and disrupt the current state of the chessboard.

And the opponent also increased the stakes, making the situation become confusing and unpredictable.

Fuxi had also noticed some clues, but he felt somewhat powerless, which was why he asked this question.

After this Dao Discussion, he seemed to understand, yet also seemed not to.

But he understood that what he had done would not be in vain, and that was enough.

On the other side, the Cultivate of the two had also come to a temporary pause.

Nuwa jumped out from the qiankun cauldron.

At this moment, her whole body had been refined until it was white with a rosy tint, as if she had just come out of a pot.

However, her own comprehension of the Dao of Creation had indeed improved.

Even the progress of the Fusion of the Primordial Violet Qi within her body had taken a big step forward.

She felt that the Opportunity to become a Saint was not far off.

When that time comes, she wants to try to see if she can suppress Phoenix Sister and take her back.

But this thought only appeared for an instant before being pushed back down.

Through such a long time of getting along, she was certain that Qing Wu and Yuan Feng had already taken that big step.

And it was not the Saint Dao of Beheading the Three Corpses, but the Primordial Hunyuan Dao that they had deduced themselves.

In other words, even if she became a Saint, she might not be their opponent.

She also did not dwell on this thought.

Since the opponent is too strong, then she would change to a different target.

Then, she would start by suppressing her cheap brother, Fuxi!

Just as she was thinking this, Nuwa suddenly smelled a familiar aura.

After identifying the direction, she headed straight for a certain mountain peak.

But after arriving at this lotus fairyland, she discovered that only Qing Wu was drinking alone here.

"Fellow Daoist, have you been here alone the whole time?"

Qing Wu did not answer, but pointed behind her.

Nuwa turned around and happened to run into that familiar figure.

Without saying a word, she attacked directly.

"Little sister..."

Before Fuxi could finish his words, he saw a scroll rolling towards him.

The mountains and rivers were spread across the painting, with stars scattered like chess pieces, as if it were a complete Major Thousand Worlds, and it covered him just like that.

The Mountain and Rivers State Diagram suddenly retracted, and Fuxi's figure was gone.

Nuwa held the Mountain and Rivers State Diagram in her hand, smiling triumphantly.

She murmured, "You just stay in there properly."

"When this palace is in a good mood, I will let you out again."

After saying this, Nuwa felt her head get tapped.

"How long do you intend to keep me locked up?"

Hearing this, Nuwa hurriedly turned around.

"How is that possible..."

Opening the scroll to look, she realized that what had been taken inside was only a Good Corpse.

At this moment, Fuxi's main body was standing right in front of her, perfectly fine.

He extended two fingers and tapped her on the head again.

He did not forget to mockingly say, "If you want to lock me up, you are still far from it!"

Nuwa was instantly furious, looking around, wanting to find Phoenix Sister to back her up.

But she discovered that the other party was holding hands with Qing Wu, watching her joke, with absolutely no intention of intervening.

Fuxi turned her head back.

"Alright, you have stayed here for a long time, you can go back with me now."

"By the way, there is an Opportunity waiting for you in the Heavenly Court. Are you willing to go and claim it?"

"Oh!" Nuwa said this indifferently.

"'Oh' means what? Are you willing or not?"

"Since my brother has commanded it, how would I dare to refuse? I am merely being driven by my brother."

Hearing this, Fuxi knew that Nuwa was still sulking with him.

Regarding this, he could only let her experience the methods of being an older brother.

After this, Nuwa successfully remembered her brother's kindness.

The brother and sister reconciled as before.

However, on the side, the two, Qing Wu and his companion, had watched a good show.

Fuxi and Nuwa bid farewell and left together.

Watching the backs of the two, Yuan Feng's smile had not yet faded.

"What a good little sister, the next time we meet, it might be when she validates the Dao and becomes a Saint."

At this moment, she suddenly felt a warmth coming from the palm of her hand.

Turning her head, it was Qing Wu holding her hand.

The two were of one mind, and Yuan Feng immediately understood his meaning.

Thinking carefully, it had indeed been a while since they had practiced Cultivate together.

Seeing that she did not resist, Qing Wu exerted force in his hand and pulled her into his arms.

The two went towards the lotus fairyland together.