At this moment, in Chaos City, Fuxi and Nuwa had gathered once again.
"Elder Brother, have you really made up your mind?"
Nuwa looked seriously at her older brother, Fuxi. "You actually intend to seize a Great Thousand World and become one with it as an Indistinguishable Dao? If you do that, you and this world will be bound together. Once the power of Doomsday invades it, you will die alongside it."
She stared at Fuxi, deeply concerned. To her, becoming an Indistinguishable Dao was too dangerous.
As a Saint, the most important thing is freedom — to transcend the Five Elements. If one were to bind themselves to a single world, wouldn't that mean losing that freedom? Wouldn't they be vulnerable to threats from other Saints?
"Of course. I've made my decision."
Fuxi clenched his fists. "If I want to master the Chaos Eight Trigrams technique, the computational abilities of ordinary beings are far from enough. Among the heavens and myriad worlds, the Machine Race possesses the most powerful calculation capabilities — and even their Dao-level processors are insufficient.
That's why they too choose the path of Indistinguishable Dao, fusing with worlds to gain Dao-level computational power. Their strength then grows by leaps and bounds.
If even the gods of the Machine Race do this, how can I, a mere Saint, not follow suit? This is the only path to sanctification that suits me."
He paused, then looked at his younger sister, Nuwa.
"Of course, I know what you're worried about. You're afraid that the Great Thousand World I merge with might be invaded by the Doomsday forces, resulting in my death.
But I've already prepared for that. I've found a vast world — a hidden realm undiscovered by any other Chaos Demon Gods. No other power has set foot in it."
"There's such a Great Thousand World?"
Nuwa was visibly surprised. She hadn't expected there to still be worlds that had escaped the notice of the Chaos Demon Gods — it was completely beyond her expectations.
"Of course," Fuxi nodded. "In the beginning, Master used his supernatural powers to open up nine trillion worlds. While most have since been occupied, a small portion was hidden — tucked away in dimensional folds of time and space, undiscovered by others.
By using the Chaos Eight Trigrams technique and spending hundreds of millions of epochs in calculation, I finally located a world that suits me perfectly. This is truly a heaven-sent opportunity."
His tone was calm and confident.
"If it's a hidden world even the Doomsday can't reach," Nuwa admitted, "then your safety as an Indistinguishable Dao is indeed guaranteed."
Before, she had been worried about the risk of Fuxi being bound to a vulnerable world. But if it were a hidden one, its safety would be ensured.
After all, being an Indistinguishable Dao came with incredible advantages. Not only would it grant Dao-level computational abilities, but it would also allow one to control the origin power of that world at will — vastly increasing one's combat power.
Compared to Saints of the same level, the increase in strength was staggering.
Aside from being bound to a single world, there were virtually no drawbacks to becoming an Indistinguishable Dao.
Of course, cultivating it was extremely dangerous. Without a firm Dao Heart, one could be assimilated by the world's Heavenly Dao, turning into a mere puppet.
But Nuwa had full confidence in her brother's will.
"It will likely take a long time for me to complete the transformation," Fuxi said, gazing at her, "so I might not see you for a while.
However, based on my calculations, the Prehistoric World may become the central hub of the heavens and myriad worlds — the battlefield of all races, where endless fortune will converge.
That's why Senior Brother Sanqing, Senior Brother Zhunti, and Senior Brother Jieyin all chose to establish their sects and religion there — to gain sanctification through merit and seize the opportunity of destiny.
Though you've already become sanctified, if you wish to go further, you may need to enter the Prehistoric World to claim your share of the fortune."
"Forget it."
Nuwa rolled her eyes. "I'm not interested in that. What I care about now is creating life. I want to create the strongest race — even stronger than the Chaos Demon Gods."
Her eyes sparkled with burning ambition — the ambition of a creator.
"You've really got bold dreams."
Fuxi's lips twitched. His sister actually wanted to create a race stronger than the Chaos Demon Gods? That was more ridiculous than fantasy.
But he didn't want to crush her confidence. Waving his hand, he said, "Forget it. I'm just giving you a heads-up. Since you're not interested, I won't push it.
In any case, the Prehistoric World is a stormy whirlpool. The Chaos Demon Gods will sweep through it, and even the Doomsday will descend. Perhaps it's a blessing you choose not to get involved. Now then, it's time I prepared for the integration with the Heavenly Dao."
Whoosh!
With those words, Fuxi vanished from sight.
His departure was silent, untainted by Karma, blending into the depths of the void — even a Saint could not trace his movements.
It was as if he had already transcended the Five Elements, beyond the grasp of any calculation.
"Big Brother is becoming more and more unfathomable. It's like he's becoming divine…"
Nuwa counted her fingers, but to her surprise, even with her sanctified abilities, she couldn't locate Fuxi's whereabouts — as though he was veiled by mist.
But she didn't mind. If she couldn't find him, neither could anyone else.
"Master."
At that moment, the voice of Brain Kong echoed in her ears.
"There are guests waiting outside."
"Who is it?" Nuwa asked.
"They are Quasi-Saints from the Prehistoric World — Kunpeng, Taiyi, and Dijun. It seems they seek your help," Brain Kong replied.
"Kunpeng? That guy who qualified in the same batch as us during the Chaos Genius Tournament?"
Nuwa raised an eyebrow. "And Taiyi and Dijun, they were impressive too.
Though they were eliminated in the first round of the Chaos Genius Competition, they made significant progress in the second one.
They stood out and were even accepted as disciples by a God Emperor.
Why are they coming to me now? Could it be because of something that happened in the Prehistoric World? Forget it, what a hassle. Just tell them I've entered Closed Door Training and refuse to meet anyone."
"Yes, Master," Brain Kong answered obediently.