Chapter 115: The Benevolence of Goddess Nuwa and the Primordial Divine Demon True Form

Clouds drifted and dissipated; a light drizzle, fine as ink-wash painting, dappled the mountains.

"Why is it raining?"

Erwa, the clan’s sentry gifted with far-reaching sight, scratched his scalp, feeling a strange numbness. The rain’s arrival was bizarre. According to his observations and the tribal leader’s predictions, today should have been sweltering—a classic "Autumn Tiger" heatwave. The sudden downpour made him suspect some hidden mischief. The "Cave Dwellers" had seen enough in recent years and heard enough from their elders to know that such abrupt atmospheric shifts always stemmed from extraordinary causes. Erwa feared it might be another clash between immortals, the fallout of which could devastate their tribe.

Yet, the rain came and went in a flash. As the clouds parted and the drizzle ceased, a voice resonated in his ears:

"How many days have I been in seclusion?"

It was... "The leader? He’s out? The leader succeeded!" Erwa cried out in joyous surprise.

Soon, he saw figures approaching Luo Township from the distance. It seemed the leader had broadcast the news across the tribal territory. Realizing this, Erwa knew he could not linger and hurried toward the leader’s cave.

By the time he arrived, many others had already gathered—the important figures of the tribe stationed at Luo Township. The tribe now had a structured hierarchy: Leader, Captain/Village Chief, Deputy Captain/Deputy Village Chief, Squad Leader/Team Leader, Decurion, Corporal, and Villager. This system facilitated management, though Luo Zu always emphasized that every "Cave Dweller" was equally vital. Resource allocation followed the principle of meritocracy—those who contributed more received more—ensuring no unfair bias toward any individual. In the Primordial Era, every tribesman was indeed precious.

The Primordial Era was a time of great potential for humanity; if they could simply outlast the Wu and Yao clans, humanity would rise to the top. Of course, the world was teeming with races beyond the Wu and Yao, with new ones born and others extinguished every day. Yet, at this moment, the Wu and Yao were at the zenith of their power, unparalleled by any other race.

"Leader, you have emerged?" called out Xiao, the captain of the hunting squad currently on rotation, addressing the cave entrance.

His voice echoed softly into the deep, dark chamber. Inside, a man sat motionless. He was naked, his skin delicate yet resilient, like finely polished mutton-fat jade. His muscles were defined, his posture upright. Though he did not breathe, his entire being seemed to be in intimate communion with the pulse of the heavens and the earth.

He was Luo Zu.

As the voice reached him, Luo Zu slowly opened his eyes and replied, "I have attained immortality. You may all enter."

A roar of jubilation erupted from outside. Luo Zu smiled faintly. He was joyous himself; otherwise, he would not have announced his success to the "entire server" the very moment he reached the rank of True Immortal. Before he could even begin to contemplate his own transformation, he had shared his delight.

Now, he finally had the leisure to sense the changes within.

The difference between a True Immortal and a mortal began with the perception of nature. His primordial spirit and physical body had merged into a singular, marvelous entity—simultaneously energy and matter, more attuned to the natural world. He could become a part of the heavens and earth, directly altering the natural environment. Because this state was far beyond the mundane, Luo Zu termed this form his "Immortal Body."

His three hundred and sixty Daoist arts had all evolved into Immortal Arts. Naturally, these arts were distinct from their predecessors, capable of causing destruction far beyond the scope of the mortal realm. However, this was the Primordial Era. There was a significant gap between the theoretical power of an Immortal Art and its practical application. While the energy involved was substantial, the Primordial Earth, though vast and seemingly rugged, was governed by strict, rigorous laws. It was not easily swayed by external forces. Only the Wu and Yao could do so, for they were the "protagonists" and the favored children of destiny.

Having become a True Immortal, Luo Zu began to grasp the meaning of Fate. As humanity’s first immortal, he could sense a peculiar shift in the world—a power migrating in the void. That was Destiny. The sensation was fleeting, appearing only at the moment of his ascension, and Luo Zu briefly wondered if it had been an illusion.

While a typical True Immortal might pale in comparison to the shamans of the Wu or the immortals of the Yao, Luo Zu was no ordinary being. He was a True Immortal who had fused three hundred and sixty-five Great Daos.

Why three hundred and sixty-five? Luo Zu had originally mastered three hundred and sixty Daoist arts, which should have aligned with three hundred and sixty Daos. But he also possessed the "Pot-Heaven" and "Creation-Turning" techniques, plus the Yin and Yang essences captured from the sun and moon, totaling three hundred and sixty-four. Finally, through the rectification of his primordial spirit, he attained the Dao of the Primordial Spirit, completing the count of three hundred and sixty-five.

Furthermore, since he had pioneered the path of the Primordial Spirit, this Dao resonated perfectly with his essence. These three hundred and sixty-five Daos merged to forge his Immortal Body, matching the number of the stars in the celestial sphere and drawing down infinite starlight. Fortunately, his breakthrough occurred during the day; the brilliance of the sun masked the falling starlight, keeping it hidden from others. With this starlight, Luo Zu cleared the final hurdle, successfully forging his Immortal Body and attaining the realm of a True Immortal.

Yet, after his ascension, an unprecedented change occurred within his body. To be precise, this was the third and final gift from the Goddess Nüwa to humanity: "Adulthood."

Nüwa had bestowed upon them the Body of the Primordial God-Demon—the form of the innate, sacred beings that existed at the dawn of time. Luo Zu did not know how many such beings there were, as he was not born in that era. He only knew that Nüwa had gathered the essence of these primordial beings and molded humanity in the image of the Great God Pangu. Humanity was truly favored by the heavens.

Only upon becoming a True Immortal could one seize this innate essence from within the flesh. By absorbing this trace of primordial essence, one completed the Body of the Primordial God-Demon. Luo Zu, however, had gone further; by fusing three hundred and sixty-five Daos, he had captured the essence of three hundred and sixty-five primordial god-demons.

Of course, the Body of the Primordial God-Demon was merely a veneer; it only allowed for a closer affinity with nature, not the ability to sway greater forces. After all, the times had changed. The era of the world’s creation, when clarity and turbidity were still unsettled, was long gone. The current Primordial Era belonged to the Wu and Yao; their identity was the ultimate answer for this version of the world.

It was just that Luo Zu had accumulated a few too many essences of the primordial god-demons...