Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 479: The Sensation Among Prehistoric Beings, The Great Mage of Xuandu

Chapter 479 - 479: The Sensation Among Prehistoric Beings, The Great Mage of Xuandu

At this time, due to the founding of Chanjiao and Jiejiao, the entire prehistoric world was thrown into a great sensation.

Although Saints had previously emerged from the five major prehistoric races, the problem was that as soon as these five races were elevated, they left the prehistoric world and never returned.

As a result, they had no lasting impact on the development of the prehistoric world.

Thus, the prehistoric beings remained in an age of ignorance. They knew very little about cultivation methods, relying solely on instinct in their practice. Their cultivation progress was incredibly slow and unorganized.

Even though many prehistoric beings had entered the Chaos Tower and participated in the Chaos Genius Battle, most failed to pass even the preliminary round and were immediately eliminated.

Because of this, the prehistoric world was in a barren age, lacking any proper cultivation system.

Now, however, with a Saint willing to establish a sect and preach to the prehistoric world, it was a matter of great importance.

At this moment, many beings across the prehistoric world were stirred.

"There are Saints who have established Chanjiao and Jiejiao to preach the Dao—one in Kunlun, and the other on Penglai Island in the East Sea."

"There's truly such a thing? We must go to Kunlun and Penglai Island to seek the Dao and the path to immortality!"

"This is amazing! Finally, people with sanctified power have appeared. We must acknowledge them as our teachers as soon as possible!"

The prehistoric beings were talking excitedly. In their usual cultivation, they had been groping in the dark, lacking a complete system, full of flaws, not even knowing how to progress further.

If they could acknowledge a Saint as their teacher, not only would they gain a strong backing, but also obtain a clear path forward to truly pursue the Dao.

"However, one is called the Sect of Elucidation, and the other the Sect of Interception. Which one should I choose to worship?"

Some prehistoric beings were filled with hesitation.

Since two Saints had established sects and began preaching, many fell into the dilemma of choosing between them.

"Chanjiao recruits only those with great talent. If you believe you have extraordinary aptitude and strong potential, you should go to Kunlun. But Jiejiao accepts disciples without distinction. Although talent is important, they value the heart that seeks the Dao."

"My talent is decent, and Pangu's lineage is authentic, so I should go to Kunlun."

"My aptitude may be good, but my bloodline is impure. I fear Chanjiao won't accept me. I'd better go to Jiejiao."

"That's right. Jiejiao accepts all without discrimination. Anyone who comes is welcomed. Maybe I'll have a better chance of becoming a Saint's disciple there."

"No, no, precisely because they accept too many, the resources will be spread too thinly. That's not good for personal growth."

"Exactly. It's better to join Chanjiao. Although they recruit only elites, those who succeed become true disciples of a Saint. With fewer people, there will be more resources per person, which helps us grow faster."

"Stop dreaming. You're all talking nonsense, acting like you've already joined Chanjiao or Jiejiao. In reality, even if you reach Kunlun or Penglai Island, you'll probably be kicked out before even seeing the face of a Saint."

"Damn it, your mouth is foul! Can't you just shut up for once?"

Despite all the discussion, both Chanjiao and Jiejiao had already become Sacred Lands in the eyes of all prehistoric beings. Those with even the slightest strength began heading toward Kunlun and Penglai Island.

However, few knew that there was actually a third sect founded in the prehistoric world—Renjiao, established by Daode Tianzun.

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But this was only natural. Renjiao was a sect for humanity and only accepted human disciples. Beings of other races were forbidden to join.

One day, Daode Tianzun took on human form, holding his Innate Magic Treasure—Panlong Crutch—as he walked through human settlements, observing their daily lives and sensing the fate of the human race.

Humans were busy with life—some hunting, others building homes, raising children. They lived tough, primitive lives.

But none of them could detect Daode Tianzun, because he was a Saint. Unless he wished to reveal himself, no being below his cultivation level could perceive him. It was as if he had merged with the fabric of time and space.

"It seems this tribe has no destined individual."

Daode Tianzun glanced around, his body exuding Daoist charm. Although he had established Renjiao, he would not casually accept just anyone as his disciple.

He followed the path of non-action, aligned with natural flow, evolution, and survival of the fittest.

Just as he was about to leave, a sudden boom echoed.

A four-year-old child appeared next to him, staring straight at Daode Tianzun with curiosity.

As a Saint, Daode Tianzun immediately sensed something unusual. He smiled slightly and said, "Interesting. Can you see me?"

The child didn't respond but continued to gaze at Daode Tianzun in fascination. He couldn't understand the language, nor could he comprehend the divine presence before him.

"Very interesting, indeed," Daode Tianzun murmured.

To his surprise, this child possessed a Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart and a Heavenly Dao Eye. Though he had never cultivated, he could perceive Daode Tianzun's presence.

Inwardly, he was thrilled. The reason he had established Renjiao was precisely because of the hidden potential within the human race.

Though most humans had low aptitude, among the countless masses, rare peerless geniuses like this child could appear.

Like gold buried in a desert, they were hard to find but immeasurably valuable.

"Since you are able to find me, it must mean you are destined to be with me."

Daode Tianzun smiled and asked, "Would you like to become my disciple?"

The child, unable to understand his words, instinctively reached out and tugged at Daode Tianzun's robe.

"Haha, so you've agreed. In that case, come with me."

Daode Tianzun laughed joyfully.

Though the child didn't understand what was said, he had responded in the moment of inquiry. If that wasn't fate, then what was?

"Ah, I must give you a name. From now on, you shall be called Xuandu."

With a wave of his sleeve, Daode Tianzun took the child and vanished from the human tribe.

No one in the tribe even realized that a child had been taken.