167: Chapter 167 Entrance Examination - Heated Discussion in Group Chat

Years ago, Ao Zhantian ventured deep into the Dragon Abyss, attempting to seize the Ancestral Dragon's inheritance. However, his fortune had not yet arrived; he failed to obtain the inheritance and instead accidentally acquired a dragon egg.

This dragon egg was no simple object; the Ancestral bloodline within it was so dense it was almost tangible, making even the bloodline within Ao Zhantian himself pale in comparison.

He brought the dragon egg out of the Dragon Abyss, but before he could begin hatching it, the Eastern Primordial World war erupted suddenly.

The flames of war swept across the Four Seas. Ao Zhantian seized the opportunity to rise, sweeping across the eight wildernesses, unifying the dragon clans of the Four Seas, and consolidating them into a single orthodox lineage. He styled himself as the "Dragon God" and carved out a territory exclusive to the dragon race in the Outer Chaos—the Chaos Dragon Realm.

From then on, half of the dragon race remained in the northern and southern seas, while the other half followed the Dragon God into the Chaos Dragon Realm, beginning a new era.

Over the long years that followed, Ao Zhantian exhausted every means, all for the sake of hatching and raising the dragon. He refined arrays, summoned fire, and borrowed the Dao rhymes to nurture it, stopping at nothing.

Heaven does not disappoint those who persist. Finally, one day, a dragon roar tore through the void, the dragon egg shattered, and the Zhulong was born into the world!

This dragon was extraordinary from birth. Its True Dragon blood was pure to the extreme, and its bloodline strength was terrifying. Ao Zhantian even suspected—could this be the direct offspring of the Ancestor?

Even more astonishing was that the Zhulong was born with the power to control time. The moment it opened its eyes, it glimpsed the River of Time, filling Ao Zhantian with boundless joy.

He immediately accepted it as his personal disciple, taught it personally, and bestowed upon it the title of "Little Ancestor of the Dragon Race."

The Zhulong lived up to expectations; its cultivation over hundreds of millions of years was like a prairie fire, its cultivation base advancing by leaps and bounds until it reached the realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Afterward, it was ordered to enter the Myriad Chaos Worlds for training, carving out a reputation in an era where heroes rose together.

Now, the Zhulong has stepped into the realm of the Quasi-Saint, its reputation shaking the heavens, and it is ranked as one of the "Top Ten Prodigies of the Myriad Clans"!

Those who share its fame are all monsters of the current age:

Feng Wu of the Phoenix Clan, the reincarnation of the Seven-Colored Divine Phoenix, bearing the Ancestral bloodline. With one spread of her phoenix wings, she can incinerate eternity.

The young emperor of the Heavenly Court, Wen Tian, the biological son of Haotian, possesses peerless talent and controls the Great Dao of Stars, with an unobstructed path to the throne in the future.

Fairy Zining, the first disciple under Zhenyuanzi, as cold and aloof as the moon, with profound Daoist arts.

Little Monk Juewu, the personal disciple of Jieyin, protected by Buddha light, revered as the "Little Holy Monk of Buddhism."

Yu Feifan, the son of Kunpeng, whose rage makes the seas boil; when his bloodline awakened, it once stirred up three thousand small worlds.

Qi Heng, the young patriarch of the Heaven-Swallowing Clan, feeds on Qi and devours luck, with a physical body comparable to an innate supreme treasure.

Little Princess Ning Yin'er of the White Marsh Clan, her wise eyes can see into the profound, predicting fortune and misfortune, and her words become law.

Bai Changfeng, the young master of the White Tiger Clan, decisive in killing, and when his blade is drawn, the hundred clans retreat.

Mo Shang, the descendant of the Qilin, alone, carrying the rise and fall of a clan, with monstrous fighting spirit.

These ten people all start at the Quasi-Saint level, with combat power sufficient to shake veteran almighty beings; they are the most dazzling stars in the Myriad Chaos Worlds.

Time flows like water, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of millions of years have passed.

For the vast Primordial World, this amount of time is but a fleeting moment, yet during this period, winds and clouds have arisen, and major events have occurred incessantly.

Taiyi, the head of the Five Ancestors of the Human Race, recently attained the Dao of Hunyuan!

He cultivates the Chaos Great Dao, also known as the Great Dao of Strength, the head of the three thousand Daos, which Pangu used in the past to open the heavens.

However, Taiyi follows the path of attaining the Dao through laws, which is completely different from Pangu's method of breaking the situation through strength.

Once Hunyuan was achieved, the Human Race's luck surged dramatically, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged along with it, and the cultivation speed of the entire clan skyrocketed.

The Underworld was not peaceful either; the Ten Yama Kings broke through one after another—King Qin Guang, King of the Chu River, and King Songdi were the first to attain the Dao, followed by King Wuguan, King Yama, King Biancheng, and King Taishan, who successively stepped into the threshold of Hunyuan.

Deep in the Nine Serenities Continent, the Underworld Clan finally saw the rise of two Dao-attainers after many years of silence.

The Pangu Clan was even more powerful; Xing Tian, the head of the Twelve Shamans, used Attaining the Dao through Strength to open up the heavens in the turbid space of the Reincarnation Realm, forcibly carving out a Major Thousand Worlds that existed in dependence on the cycle of reincarnation.

At this point, Jiang Chen already had thirty-three Hunyuan under his command, not counting the unfathomable Great Emperor Fengdu.

In contrast, among the Primordial Myriad Clans, no more Sages have emerged during this period.

After all, the current mainstream is the path of beheading the Three Corpses, which requires borrowing luck to break through the barrier, and right now, the Heavenly Dao is fully focused on evolving the Myriad Chaos Worlds and cannot be disturbed.

Those old monsters stuck at the Great Perfection of Quasi-Saint, even with monstrous foundations, can only wait indignantly for an opportunity.

Overall, the Primordial World is in a period of high-speed transition, and the strength of the Pangu Clan and the Myriad Clans are both skyrocketing.

And half a kalpa has passed since the Eastern Primordial World war.

In the Eastern Primordial World, at the summit of Kunlun Mountain.

Wandao Academy was shrouded in clouds and mist, with Dao rhymes circulating.

Nuwa lay lazily on the cloud bed, her fingers tapping lightly on the chat group, chatting idly with Sanqing, Houtu, and others.

The topic was focused on the upcoming institute promotion assessment in one year.

There was a long-standing rule: admissions once per kalpa, and institute promotion once per half-kalpa.

As long as they passed the assessment, disciples could be promoted to a higher institute.

For example, if disciples of the Court of Heaven and Earth passed, they could enter the Xuanhuang Institute.

Above the Xuanhuang Institute was the best of the best—the Wangu Institute.

The resources of each institute were vastly different, and their statuses were as far apart as clouds and mud.

For instance, disciples of the Court of Heaven and Earth who wanted to step into the Three Thousand Dao Palaces to listen to the personal teachings of the Dao incarnations only got a turn once every thirty million years.

The Xuanhuang Institute was much more prestigious; they could go in once every three million years.

Although Nuwa and the others would occasionally preach to both institutes, they basically favored the Xuanhuang Institute, offering more guidance; the Court of Heaven and Earth side hardly had any opportunities to benefit.

And Nuwa and these academy elders, as top-tier existences, had the authority to enter and exit the Three Thousand Dao Palaces at will, coming and going freely without restriction.

At this moment, messages kept popping up in the chat group.

Nuwa: "In another year, Wandao Academy will begin the institute promotion assessment. Are you free? If you're idle, you can come over and join in the fun."

King Qin Guang: "Probably won't have time. Recently, the Underworld has been a chaotic mess. There are so many beings reincarnating that it's overflowing, and we, the Ten Yama Kings, are almost exhausted."

Lord of the Avici Hell: "King Qin Guang, you have the nerve to complain about being tired? Our Eighteen Levels of Hell are the ones truly struggling; every day, evil ghosts flood in like a tide, and we can't even catch our breath."

Tongtian: "Whoa, the Underworld is so popular right now? Impressive!"

King Yama: "Do you even need to ask? It's all because you big shots are stirring up trouble in the Primordial World, causing the clans to kill each other and sending piles of dead people our way! If this continues, the Yellow Spring Road will be as jammed as the morning rush hour!"

Yuanshi: "If you have opinions, go take them up with the Patriarch. We are just executing orders, serving as scapegoats."

King Yama: "... Pretend I let out a fart."

King of the Chu River: "As for the institute promotion assessment, we can forget about it. Empress, you should start a livestream when the time comes so we can participate virtually."

Yuanshi: "I have time. I'm bored to death anyway, so I might as well go for a stroll."

Tongtian: "I can come too. A while ago, I sent all those brats out to establish their own sects. The War God Hall is so quiet now that you can even hear the echo of a mosquito flying by."

Gong Gong: "Count me in! I haven't been to Wandao Academy yet, so this is a great chance to go see the excitement. Clan Mother, open a gate of time and space when the time comes, and we can all teleport over together."

Nuwa: "Alright, those who can come, do so. It will also be a good chance to see just how ruthless the institute promotion trial personally set up by the Great Dao really is."

Houtu: "Sister Nuwa, will the Patriarch come?"

King Qin Guang: "That's right, Empress. If the Emperor arrives, even if we have to crawl, we must crawl over there!"

Nuwa: "I'm not sure. That guy burrowed into the River of Fate to cultivate, and I haven't been able to contact him."

Tongtian: "Holy crap! The Patriarch entered the River of Fate? That move is too fierce!"

Laozi: "The River of Fate? That's quite something. Come to think of it, how many Daos has the Patriarch actually attained?"

Nuwa: "Three times already. First the Great Dao of Devouring, then the Great Dao of Reincarnation, and then the Great Dao of Time and Space, all taken in one breath."

Taisu: "Tsk tsk tsk, attaining three Daos in a row. The Holy Father is indeed the Holy Father; his vision is completely maxed out."

Dijiang: "In that case, I fear the next step is to challenge the fourth attainment of the Dao—to reach the summit using the Law of Fate?"

Dragon Emperor: "As expected of the Emperor. Attaining the Dao four times is unprecedented; it's like absurdity's mother opening the door for absurdity—absurd to the extreme!!"

The group chat was heated, but Nuwa quietly exited the conversation and closed the chat interface.

She lay back on the cloud bed, her eyes weary, her expression hazy.

These days were truly too dull; apart from meditating and cultivating, she was just drowsy, occasionally relying on chatting in the group to relieve boredom.

She raised her hand and made a stroke, the void split open, and a photograph appeared out of thin air.

In the photo, she and Jiang Chen stood side by side in the snow, wrapped in down jackets, hugging tightly, smiling brightly, with a silvery-white world in the background, quiet and warm.

That was an image left from when she lived on Earth. A mere three years, yet it was the happiest time in her long life.

No strife, no schemes, no need to carry the heavens or the earth; just needing to live with a smile was enough.

"Such days... will never return after all." She caressed the photo with her fingertips and sighed softly.

"If you still miss that past, I will take you back."

A deep voice rang out abruptly, interrupting her reminiscence.

Jiang Chen's figure quietly appeared by the cloud bed, his left hand slowly resting on her shoulder, and he took the opportunity to pull her into his embrace.

Nuwa's body trembled, and she looked up into those familiar eyes, ripples suddenly rising in the lake of her heart, her emotions hard to suppress.