Rebirth of the Wilderness

After Zhao Song finished speaking, Fuxi couldn't help but smile bitterly and sighed in his heart.

He knew very well that in the current prehistoric world, the demon clan and the witch clan were undoubtedly the two most powerful forces, and the entanglement between himself and the demon clan was so deep.

In such a background, it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to find a race that has a stronger affinity with oneself than the demon race.

He looked up at the boundless sky, feeling helpless and emotional.

After reincarnating as a demon, he would definitely be restrained by Di Jun and Tai Yi in the future, and he would never be able to be on equal footing with them as before. This made it difficult for Fuxi to accept.

"It would be great if I could be reincarnated as a congenital creature. Unfortunately, in today's primitive world, it is almost impossible for congenital creatures to be born again. The once glorious era seems to have become a thing of the past."

Fuxi knew very well that as an innate creature, it was natural for him to be reincarnated as a fellow creature. However, the reality was so cruel that it was impossible for an innate creature to be born through reincarnation. At most, his soul would be no different from that of an innate creature, but his body could only be that of an acquired creature.

"Yes," Nuwa agreed softly, with a hint of regret in her eyes, "The era of innate creatures has passed. All we can do is to do our best and follow the will of heaven."

Zhao Song was silent for a moment, as if he was also thinking about this complicated situation. He knew in his heart that there was no hope before the birth of the human race.

He could only speak slowly: "My dear friend Fuxi, although your relationship with the demon race is deep, nothing in the world is absolute.

Perhaps, at some point in the future, you will meet the race that can change your destiny.

Until then, we just have to keep believing and keep moving forward.”

After hearing Zhao Song's words, Fuxi and Nuwa took them as polite words of comfort and could only smile bitterly without saying anything.

Zhao Song saw this and didn't know what to say. He could only suggest, "Friend Fuxi, you don't have to rush to reincarnate. After all, you are a congenital soul, and your soul power is not easy to lose. You can last for a long time. It just so happens that the underworld has been born, which is very suitable for souls like you to survive. You can go there and wait to see if there will be a suitable opportunity in the future."

"As for Nuwa, your top priority is to become a saint as soon as possible. After all, as long as you become a saint, many things will be much easier to handle."

Faced with Zhao Song's proposal, although Fuxi and Nuwa still felt helpless and unwilling, they could only smile bitterly.

They understood that although Zhao Song's words seemed comforting, they also revealed the current reality.

As a congenital soul, Fuxi's soul power is indeed not easy to dissipate. The brothers and sisters have also heard about the birth of the underworld. Although they don't know what the underworld is like, since Zhao Song said so, he obviously would not lie to them. This means that the underworld can undoubtedly provide Fuxi with a relatively safe environment suitable for the survival of the soul.

"Thank you, Senior Yantian, for pointing out a bright path for me," Fuxi said slowly, with a hint of gratitude in his tone, "If the underworld is indeed a good choice, I can go there and wait patiently. Perhaps there will be a turning point in the future."

Upon hearing this, Nuwa nodded slightly to show her agreement.

She knew her situation very well. As long as she became a saint and possessed the same power as her teacher, everything would be different. No matter what she did, the initiative would be in her hands. Therefore, although the path to sainthood was difficult, it was a journey she had to embark on.

Only by becoming a saint can she possess more powerful strength to protect this world and help Fuxi find the unknown turning point.

"Thank you for your concern, Senior. I will improve my cultivation as quickly as possible and strive to become a saint as soon as possible."

There was a firm light in Nuwa's eyes, and her words were full of determination and courage.

Seeing this, Zhao Song felt a little relieved.

Whether it was the myths and legends of his previous life or the time he spent observing them face to face, he knew clearly in his mind that Fuxi and Nuwa were both strong beings with extraordinary willpower and wisdom. They would not give up easily, nor would they bow their heads in the face of difficulties.

He believes that in the days to come, they will be able to find their own path and realize their wishes.

Just looking at Nuwa's current appearance, it is obvious that she still has no idea about becoming a saint, and is still thinking about relying on her own hard work to break through the bottleneck. I couldn't help but ask Nuwa, "Nuwa, didn't your teacher tell you the key to becoming a saint?"

Zhao Song's question was not groundless. He knew very well the key to becoming a saint. Cultivation was only one aspect. What was more important was merit and fortune.

When Zhao Song saw Fuxi and Nuwa joining the demon clan before, he thought they did it for luck and merit, and he knew the role of luck and merit. But through observations over this period of time, he saw that Nuwa still seemed to want to find a way to break through the bottleneck through hard practice, so he couldn't help but remind them.

Upon hearing this, Nuwa was also confused. It was obvious that her understanding of becoming a saint was still at a superficial level.

"The teacher did tell us the key to becoming a saint," Nuwa explained, "He bestowed upon us the primordial purple energy, taught us the method of cultivating the three corpses, and distributed to us many innate spiritual treasures, asking us to work hard to accumulate merit and luck.

These are all important aids in our path to holiness.

But how could sanctification be so simple?

I have just beheaded two corpses, and I have no idea about the corpse of myself. It is still a long way to go before I can become a saint! ”

Nuwa's words reveal her own profound understanding of the path to sainthood.

In her understanding, although the teacher bestowed upon them the Hongmeng Purple Qi and the cultivation method of beheading the three corpses, it did not mean that they could easily become saints.

The path to sainthood definitely requires the improvement of overall strength and the tempering of one's mind, and more importantly, it requires one to comprehend and experience the mysteries of heaven and earth through constant practice.

Zhao Song shook his head slightly when he heard this. Nuwa obviously regarded saints as a realm of cultivation. Although it was not wrong to think so, in fact, saints were just a kind of authority of heaven and earth.

He was well aware of Nuwa's intelligence and diligence, and believed that sooner or later she would be able to uncover the mystery of becoming a saint through her own efforts and wisdom. But it was obvious that it would take a lot of time for her to understand the tricks on her own.

So he guided and encouraged her, saying, "Nuwa, what your teacher taught you is indeed a precious treasure on the path to becoming a saint.

But, obviously, you didn't grasp the point your teacher told you."

When Nuwa heard this, a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. Could it be that there was something in her teacher's words that she had not understood?

She knew very well that Zhao Song was unfathomable and that his words must contain profound truths, so she looked at Zhao Song expectantly.

Zhao Song looked at the confusion and expectation in Nuwa's eyes and nodded secretly in his heart.

He knew that Nuwa was an intelligent and hardworking innate creature, but sometimes she was too persistent in her cultivation and neglected deeper understanding.

“Nuwa, the Hongmeng Purple Qi, the method of beheading the three corpses, and the innate spiritual treasures taught by your teacher are indeed indispensable and precious treasures on the road to becoming a saint.”

Zhao Song said slowly, "However, these are just tools and means. The real key lies in how you use them."