Chapter 2: The Dao Ancestor's Preaching Has Nothing to Do with Me

Liu Jiong had a wonderful vision in mind, but had he ever considered whether things would actually develop the way he imagined?

Liu Jiong began chatting with Jin Ao.

Since they were the only two beings in the vicinity who had attained sentience, Jin Ao had not communicated with anyone for a very long time.

He was extremely excited.

Liu Jiong did not manage to obtain much information from Jin Ao.

This Jin Ao was a homebody turtle, incredibly lazy, and would not move a single step in ten thousand years. Consequently, he knew very little about what was happening on the continent.

Occasionally, birds and fish would pass by Jin Ao Island, and Jin Ao would glean bits and pieces of news from them.

Jin Ao told Liu Jiong what he knew, and based on this information and the content of the prehistoric novels he had read, Liu Jiong deduced that it must be after Dao Ancestor Hongjun’s second sermon, and the third sermon had not yet begun.

At this time, Goddess Nüwa had not yet created humans, and the continent was divided between the Wu clan and the Demon clan.

The Heavenly Court had not yet been established, but the conflict between the Wu and Demon clans was growing increasingly deep.

Liu Jiong sighed.

He also really wanted to listen to the Dao Ancestor’s sermon.

But he hadn't even achieved a human form yet, nor could he leave Jin Ao Island, so how was he supposed to go to the Thirty-Three Heavens?

Moreover, even if he could take human form, with his current meager strength, he would be unable to traverse the chaos to find the Zixiao Palace outside the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The moment Liu Jiong gained sentience, he possessed the cultivation level of a Celestial Immortal.

In later ages, such as the era of the Legend of the White Snake, such a level would be considered that of an expert.

But in the Prehistoric Era, that was the smallest of small fry.

In the Prehistoric Era, there were simply too many powerful beings.

One could say that Great Luo Immortals were everywhere, and Golden Immortals were as common as dogs.

This was mainly because the primordial energy of heaven and earth was too abundant during the Prehistoric Era; any blade of grass or stone here could absorb enough spiritual energy to gain sentience and cultivate into an immortal.

And becoming an immortal was merely the very first step.

Just as Liu Jiong was lamenting his low cultivation, he heard an indifferent voice enter his ears, as if someone were speaking right beside him.

"This poor Daoist is about to hold the third sermon. All fellow Daoists who wish to listen, please come to Zixiao Palace quickly."

Immediately, Liu Jiong saw seven-colored rays of light streaking across the high sky; those were the lights emitted by the great powers as they operated their magical treasures.

They were setting off for the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Liu Jiong watched with envy.

"Don't envy them," Jin Ao spoke, his words piercing straight into Liu Jiong’s heart. "Even if we were lucky enough to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, with our cultivation, we wouldn't understand what the Sage is talking about."

Liu Jiong: "..."

Liu Jiong: "That was well said. Don't say it again in the future."

Jin Ao: "Why?"

Liu Jiong: "Because the truth hurts the most."

Jin Ao: "Human? What is a human?"

He had forgotten; Goddess Nüwa had not yet created humans.

Liu Jiong: "Nothing. Just a small race."

"Oh." Jin Ao did not ask further.

There were so many races in the Prehistoric Era; it was normal for Jin Ao to think he hadn't heard of them.

Liu Jiong gazed at the sky, imagining the scene inside Zixiao Palace.

What did Sage Hongjun look like?

What did the Three Pure Ones look like?

Were they a combination of an old man, a middle-aged man, and a youth?

When Goddess Nüwa appeared before others, did she have legs or a snake tail?

Was Taiyi as mighty and handsome as written in the novels?

Was Di Jun black-bellied?

Did the Twelve Ancestral Witches really look bizarre and strange?

There were no more streaks of light in the sky; the great powers must have all gone to the Thirty-Three Heavens, and no one else was flying toward them.

Hongjun’s sermon must have started by now.

It was a pity that Liu Jiong couldn't hear anything.

He kept staring at the sky, breathing in the primordial energy to cultivate while waiting for strange phenomena to appear in the sky again.

Unfortunately, a hundred years passed, two hundred years passed...

The sky remained calm.

Only then did Liu Jiong remember that Hongjun’s sermons always lasted at least a thousand years.

He couldn't help but sweat -_-||.

In the Prehistoric Era, time was truly cheap.

A hundred years would be a lifetime for an ordinary human, but for the beings of the Prehistoric Era, it was nothing more than the time it took for a short nap.

Liu Jiong yawned; he wanted to sleep.

It was simply too boring; other than cultivating, there was no other entertainment every day.

Jin Ao had entered a slumber fifty years ago.

His sleeping time was not short; without anyone to disturb him, he could sleep for a thousand or eight hundred years at a time.

Without Jin Ao to chat with, Liu Jiong was even more bored.

The occasional sea birds and fish that flew by were not good conversationalists; although they had gained sentience, they were all ignorant and dim-witted.

Chatting with them would only lower Liu Jiong’s own intelligence.

Liu Jiong thought to himself, he might as well sleep too.

Anyway, cultivation was an instinct; even if he fell into a deep sleep, his body would automatically absorb the primordial energy to cultivate.

Liu Jiong let his consciousness sink into the darkness.

The moment he fell into a deep sleep, his innate divine ability triggered once more, taking Liu Jiong’s soul out of the Prehistoric world and escaping into the depths of the chaos.

In Zixiao Palace, Ancestor Hongjun, who was in the middle of preaching, sensed something and looked toward the void.

But he saw nothing.

It was impossible for Great Immortal Yang Mei to leave behind a descendant without providing any protection.

Liu Jiong’s body was protected by a restrictive barrier set by Great Immortal Yang Mei, which even Ancestor Hongjun, as a Sage, and the Heavenly Dao could not detect.

After all, the Heavenly Dao of the Prehistoric Era was incomplete, and Great Immortal Yang Mei’s cultivation as a Sage was even stronger than Ancestor Hongjun’s.

The Three Pure Ones, Nüwa, Zhunti, and the others below did not notice anything unusual; they were all immersed in the Dao being expounded by Ancestor Hongjun, understanding the Dao that belonged to each of them.

...

"It's born, it's born, it's a boy."

Liu Jiong was woken up by the noise and couldn't help but frown.

When did outsiders come to Jin Ao Island?

Why was it so noisy?

He opened his eyes, wanting to see what kind of things had arrived.

Could it be that the Dragon clan from the sea had come to the surface to play?

However, although his eyes were open, everything before him was foggy, and he couldn't see anything.

Liu Jiong: "..."

He wanted to release his divine sense to check the situation around him.

But...

Liu Jiong: "..."

Voices kept entering his ears.

"Congratulations to the Third Grandmother, you've given birth to a boy."

"Good, take him out and let the Third Master see his son," a young woman’s voice said weakly.

Hearing these two sentences, Liu Jiong instantly understood his situation.

His innate skill had brought his soul through another transmigration while he was asleep, and now he was being reborn as an infant!

With titles like "Third Grandmother," "Third Master," and "boy," it seemed the world he had transmigrated to this time was an ancient one. It shouldn't be a poor or farming family; they were wealthy enough to afford servants.

Hmm, not a bad start.

Liu Jiong felt satisfied.

He yawned and pretended to sleep, while actually beginning to absorb the innate energy that had not yet dissipated from his mother’s womb.

This world possessed spiritual energy, though compared to the Prehistoric world, the concentration was not even one-billionth of that.

But if he worked hard at cultivation, he could still become an immortal.

(End of chapter)