Chapter 151: Hou Yi, Golden Crows, Dual Suns

No one could ever truly emulate Pangu. At present, these celestial embryos could not even nurture deities or demons, let alone ordinary living beings.

The primary reason was that Luozu’s grotto-heaven Dao was still incomplete, and the energy he could provide was insufficient to fully open up this realm.

However, once Luozu’s cultivation advanced significantly, these entities would indeed have the opportunity to take form and be born.

Yet, with the condensation of the celestial embryos, Luozu’s comprehension of his own Dao deepened accordingly.

This was precisely the new feedback brought to him by the opening and evolution of the grotto-heaven.

Advancing tier by tier, he sensed an ever-increasing number of resonant Daos. Luozu even wondered if, upon reaching the ninth grade of True Immortality, he would leap across a major realm to brawl with Profound Immortals.

According to his previous deductions, the ninth grade of True Immortality should entail sensing thirty-six thousand kinds of Dao.

A ninth-grade True Immortal with such foundation probably could not be withstood by any Celestial Immortal in this world.

This was a true qualitative change brought about by quantitative accumulation.

After accumulating so many Daos, perhaps no one else in the world could gather such vast Dao foundations while still in the True Immortality realm.

Of course, the innate deities were the exception—though that wasn’t entirely right, for they were born as Golden Immortals and could never possibly experience the True Immortality realm.

In fact, they were born with a consummate Dao, having long since imprinted themselves as a part of the Primordial World.

Regardless, they were not Luozu, and Luozu was currently not qualified to make wild guesses about them.

Instead, his own primordial spirit grotto-heaven filled him with boundless imagination: could the Primordial World itself be structured in the exact same way?

Yet this train of thought stopped right there; he dared not dwell on it any further, for to think too deeply upon it would be a transgression.

With matters thus concluded, Luozu’s mind withdrew from the primordial spirit grotto-heaven and returned to his physical body.

He still had many tasks to attend to. As his spiritual cultivation increased, his primordial spirit was undergoing a transformation, which in turn drove changes in his spiritual-energy brain.

During his last breakthrough in grade, the architecture of Luozu’s spiritual-energy brain had been completely reconstructed, resulting in a computational speed far superior to before. Since this architecture could not be upgraded further for the time being—having not yet deduced any novel structure—Luozu could only increase the quantity of spiritual-energy brains.

One hundred and eight.

Not many, but sufficient.

At least operating and deducing with this many spiritual-energy brains simultaneously in an overclocked state would not drain him dry like a mummy, which was exceptionally good.

"One hundred and eight—once refined, I can go occupy Mount Liang," Luozu amused himself with a lighthearted joke.

His mood had been much more relaxed these past few days. The strife on the Wu-Demon frontline had decreased significantly. Sensing from afar, the battle between the Moon-Wu tribe and the Demon race millions of miles away was nearing its end. As for who the victor was—

Shi had returned to the Hot-Wu tribe ten days ago and was currently handling the accumulated affairs of the tribe, yet he still found time to transmit a message to Luozu.

Regarding the situation in the Great Archer Township, he stated bluntly: "The Demon race is in a state of repeated retreat. Had the Demon Heavenly Court not continuously dispatched demon gods to the mortal realm, they would have long since been defeated and driven out of the Great Archer Township."

As for the leader of the Great Archer Township, the Great Wizard Houyi, Shi held a posture of yearning and adoration: "The Great Wizard is truly the exemplar of our generation. If I could learn even a ten-thousandth of the Great Wizard's archery, I would be infinitely blessed."

To possess a ten-thousandth of a Great Wizard's divine ability would indeed be cause for supreme joy.

After all, a Great Wizard like Houyi was already at the pinnacle of the world, a magnificent existence comparable to a Great Luo Golden Immortal; a ten-thousandth of his might was something even a Taiyi Golden Immortal could not match.

Therefore, this kid truly harbored lofty ambitions.

Yet according to conventional reason, an immortal existence who cultivated incessantly without pause might perhaps one day truly reach the world's apex.

Quantitative change triggering qualitative change, ultimately culminating in the achievement of Great Luo?

If that were truly the case, wouldn't the Great Lous in the Primordial World over so many years have crowded the Heavenly Court to bursting?

Thus, achieving Great Luo must surely require other conditions.

However, Luozu was currently only a True Immortal; he dared not aim too high and thus did not express his curiosity regarding the Great Luo Dao realm in his exchanges with Shi.

Even so, he affirmed Shi’s aspirations.

Having such ideals was indeed wonderful; keep striving, for the future surely belonged to him.

Then he heard Shi say: "Because of some meager merits I accumulated in this Wu-Demon conflict, the Moon-Wu Great Elder intends to recommend me to go to Great Wizard Houyi’s township to study."

This time, it was Luozu’s turn to be dumbfounded.

He hadn't expected this kid to be the true protagonist after all.

In the end, Luozu still offered his sincere blessings.

However, once Shi left, the position of chieftain of the Hot-Wu tribe would need another Wu clansman to assume it.

Ultimately, Shi recommended Elder Gu to the Moon-Wu tribe.

The Moon-Wu tribe raised no objections and approved this recommendation.

Luozu was quite satisfied with this outcome, as Elder Gu was an acquaintance after all, making communication much easier.

Time in the Primordial World had never been considered precious, and another three years passed.

Yet Shi had still not departed; he was still acting as the chieftain of the Hot-Wu tribe.

Consequently, the Hot-Wu tribe had not undergone many changes, but the "Caveman" tribe had experienced numerous transformations.

First came five more who had refined emptiness to unite with the Dao: Tettou, Huawa, Yan, Zhi, and Erwa (Clairvoyant).

As for Xi, who should have successfully refined her primordial spirit, she had failed three breakthroughs due to her own reasons and could now only rest to recuperate her injuries while quietly awaiting the next breakthrough opportunity.

Just as the tribe members were experiencing a mix of joy and sorrow, they suddenly discovered that a... small... sun had appeared in the sky!

Compared to the original sun, this small sun was merely like a firefly.

When Luozu witnessed this scene, he was also immensely astonished.

The "plot" of Houyi shooting the suns was arriving this quickly?

The Three Sanqing and the Western fellow sufferers hadn't even achieved sagehood yet; how could things have reached this juncture?

Chirp-chirp. Chirp-chirp.

Just as Luozu looked on in wonder, the small sun in the sky actually emitted cries that resounded through the firmament.

These crisp, melodious cries cascaded down from the heavens, traveling a million miles, ten million miles, a hundred billion miles, engulfing the entire Great Wizard Township.

And its sound propagated at an astonishing speed, enveloping the Great Wizard Township—measured in light-years—in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps this involved some kind of divine ability that could not be measured by ordinary logic.

A scorching radiance simultaneously spilled across the entire earth, and Luotown was no exception.

The moment Luozu heard the sound, he sensed something was amiss. Without hesitation, he instantly stirred six thousand three hundred and twenty-nine strands of celestial *qi*, transforming them into a major celestial art he had deduced long ago—Iron Trees and Silver Flowers.

Indeed, three years had passed, and the celestial arts Luozu had mastered had increased to six thousand three hundred and twenty-five kinds (note).

Under such circumstances, the Iron Trees and Silver Flowers cast directly by Luozu shielded the entire ten-thousand-mile territory of Luotown.

The "Cavemen" had merely heard a bird's chirp, and then saw a gorgeous and brilliant "rapeseed flower" bloom above their heads.

The "rapeseed flower" was truly beautiful, but they could not see the killing intent lurking beyond it.

The thirty-thousand-mile-high "rapeseed flower" possessed a brilliant canopy of light a thousand miles thick, covering the sky of this ten-thousand-mile radius like a profusion of blossoms. But at this moment, illuminated by that scorching sunlight, it mottled and dissipated like bubbles, vanishing bit by bit.

Remaining eight thousand miles, five thousand miles, three thousand miles, one thousand miles...

The golden petals of the "rapeseed flower" vanished at an extreme speed, too fast for Luozu to even intercept.

Five hundred miles, three hundred miles, one hundred miles...

It was already as thin as a membrane.

Luozu had just swallowed ten Exquisite Hundred-Aperture Purple Gold Pills and was about to rapidly recover his celestial *qi*.

Nine hundred strands, one thousand strands, twelve hundred...

Three thousand strands, thirty-six hundred...

Everything happened in the blink of an eye—the sunlight in the sky, and Luozu’s rate of recovering celestial *qi*.

Pot-Contained Universe (Major Celestial Art Version)!

This was a major celestial art Luozu had deduced by borrowing the divine ability of the Pot-Contained Universe, also evolved from six thousand three hundred and twenty-five celestial arts, though the array formation differed from Iron Trees and Silver Flowers.

Moreover, it could not strictly be considered the Pot-Contained Universe itself; rather, it ought to be regarded as a Dao method derived directly from it.

It served to temporarily isolate the space of a specific object or place from the Primordial earth.

This isolation was not a true spatial severance, but merely a sense of spatial detachment, yet it already touched upon the spatial plane.

Luozu named it "Heaven and Earth Severing Dusk and Dawn."

He wanted to infuse his naming convention with a touch of poetry.

However, this major celestial art probably could not withstand this torrent of scorching sunlight either.

He had no idea what level the battle between those immortals had reached; he felt that despite clearly being separated by several light-years, he was still being rapidly affected.

Could it be... that the era of Houyi shooting the suns had truly arrived?

Immediately afterward, he had his answer.

A furious roar rose from the boundless earth, piercing straight up into the sky countless light-years away.

"Golden Crow Princes! I'll fuck your mothers!"

Four strands of celestial *qi* incongruous with the celestial arts came respectively from the Pot-Contained Universe, the Manipulation of Creation, and Yin-Yang.