This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 5: Two Sacred Beings [New Book, Please Add to Favorites]

"That's truly deafening! Fellow Daoist Xiyi, you're absolutely right."

Kunpeng, looking like he was being taught a lesson, loudly interrupted Xiyi's righteous words.

If I let him continue, I'll lose my temper.

As for?

With such pathetic strength, how can you claim to be so great? Do you really understand what it means to be a primordial, innate, and divine being?

Do you think you know more than I do?

You've almost figured everything out.

"Haha, is that so?" Xi Yi said with satisfaction, "It's good that you can comprehend it, but I can't blame you. Although you are both innate saints, there are still some differences."

"Oh?" Finally, I heard a topic that I was interested in.

Kunpeng, with a "please continue" attitude, created an atmosphere conducive to receiving guidance from Daoist Xiyi.

Xi Yi was very pleased and said, "Fellow Daoist is the seventh fellow Daoist I have met. I have summarized the innate saints including myself and found that there are differences in the quantity and classification of the inheritance of heaven and earth."

"Is that so?" Kunpeng asked.

"Yes, for example, the first fellow Daoist I met, whose Daoist name was Hongjun..."

"Cough cough!" Kunpeng couldn't help but twist his back. There really was Hongjun.

Is this truly the primordial era?

It's no wonder he still doesn't believe it; it's simply too hard to accept. Anyone who had ever traveled through time and read a few prehistoric novels would find it unacceptable.

"What's wrong, fellow Daoist?" Xi Yi asked.

"No, no. I just feel that this Fellow Daoist Hongjun has a good name, grand and mysterious, and very impressive," Kunpeng retorted.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Xi Yi fell silent and stared intently at Kunpeng.

"What's wrong, fellow Daoist? Am I wrong?" Kunpeng asked, not out of nervousness, but out of confusion.

"No, no, I can only say that your perception is very accurate. This fellow Daoist Hongjun is very similar to what you described... After I let him smell the aroma of the delicacies, he told me a secret, saying that he was born to be the Dao Ancestor, a destiny bestowed by Heaven and Earth, and he is striving for this goal."

Kunpeng didn't know how to answer, and just kept nodding.

My heart is filled with turbulent emotions. Can I tell this secret to others?

How can the big shots in this world be so careless, so easily telling others just because they smelled the fine food?

Oh, by the way, what is elegant food?

"Fellow Daoist, excuse my ignorance, but what exactly is 'refined food'?"

Kunpeng asked a question.

Xi Yi was taken aback at first, then smiled, as if he had thought of something: "Fellow Daoist, you've only been born recently, haven't you?"

"Fellow Daoist noticed that. Indeed, you were born not long ago. Fellow Daoist Xiyi, you are the first fellow Daoist I have ever met."

There was nothing to hide, so Kunpeng told Xiyi.

Anyway, this fellow Daoist Xiyi can cover five meters in one step, so he can't beat me. What's there to be afraid of?

"Hehe, I knew it." Xi Yi said proudly, "I've been born for almost fifty days, so naturally I know more than Fellow Daoist Kunpeng. Hehe, I'm only a few days older, it's not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

Xi Yi looked very proud.

Kunpeng wondered, is this measured by the heavens?

Indeed, one cannot have too much hope for this world. Just think how primitive other people are, born at the age of eighteen, with one kalpa being a year.

This is good, it's calculated by the day.

"So-called elegant food?" Xi Yi asked mysteriously. He reached into his pocket, rummaged around, and pulled out a Kunpeng that looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"This is a refined food, also called potato."

Kunpeng: ...

How can we describe Kunpeng's feelings at this moment?

"Huh? Fellow Daoist Xiyi, are you sure?" Kunpeng couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm? Fellow Daoist Kunpeng seems to have a different opinion?"

Xi Yi said this, but his expression betrayed him, clearly implying that he was fifty days old and knew more than anyone else.

"This...that?" Kunpeng really didn't know how to answer.

"I remember now, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, have you perhaps encountered another kind of refined cuisine?"

Xi Yi suddenly remembered something and came to Kunpeng's rescue.

Even Kunpeng didn't know how to answer. Sweet potatoes are considered a refined food by the big shots? That's outrageous! Does this prehistoric world offer no hope at all?

"Is it a refined dish called sweet potato?" Xi Yi said confidently. "I once met a fellow Daoist named Kunwu, who mentioned it to me. Are you referring to sweet potato? Have you tried it? I wonder what it tastes like?"

Xi Yiyi looked longingly at him.

Kunpeng was finally heartbroken. This damned prehistoric world was not worth looking forward to at all.

We just accepted that potatoes are a refined food, and now sweet potatoes are here too.

"Haha..." Kunpeng laughed as he thought about it.

People can actually laugh when they're speechless; he hadn't experienced it before, but now he finally did.

"What are you laughing at, fellow Daoist? Is it really that delicious?" Xi Yi thought Kunpeng was showing off, having tasted a refined delicacy that he had never tried before.

Don't ask what it means to be pretentious.

This word was passed down from heaven and earth, and everyone understands its meaning. It's just that it's too vulgar, so no saint would be willing to say it. The big shots have a firm grasp on face and politeness.

"No, no, I've only heard about it. Thank you for your explanation, fellow Daoist."

People need to make peace with themselves.

Kunpeng intends to reconcile with himself and with the world.

What else can we do but make do?

I vowed to myself that no matter how outrageous things happen in the future, I wouldn't think they're outrageous.

Because this primordial seed is a place where the "most outrageous path is most clearly revealed".

"Oh? I've never had it before!"

Xi Yi breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he hadn't eaten it before; not having eaten it gave him the upper hand.

Don't worry about this. Having a good meal is all it takes to have the upper hand. Don't worry about these things. That's what it means to have the upper hand.

"Fellow Daoist Xiyi, do you know how many saints like you and me there are currently?"

The debate over refined cuisine has been temporarily put on hold.

Now that Kunpeng understands its situation, it must change it.

Since I'm now a member of this world, I have to work hard for my future.

He really didn't want to be driven to ruin by this brainless world, to start from the ground up and end up destroying himself.

If the world were to be destroyed by chaos, I would no longer be a "true Kunpeng master" capable of surviving in the chaos.

Wouldn't I have wasted my time traveling through time?

The most ridiculous thing is that he didn't die because of his own stupidity, but because the world made him suffer.

He didn't want it to be like this.

"This one? According to my friends and their friends, you are the twelfth fellow Daoist, Kunpeng."

"The twelfth?" Kunpeng breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, not too many.

I'm really afraid that if there are too many "innate saints" like myself, we'll ruin the limited source of the seed world.

If that's the case, then it will truly be beyond repair.

"Let me mention the ten people I mentioned before: Fellow Daoist Hongjun, Fellow Daoist Kunwu, Fellow Daoist Luohou, Fellow Daoist Qiankun, Fellow Daoist Yinyang, Fellow Daoist Wangshu, Fellow Daoist Wuji, Fellow Daoist Yangmei, Fellow Daoist Cangqiong, and Fellow Daoist Yuanmu, plus you and me, twelve in total."

Kunpeng nodded repeatedly upon hearing the familiar name.

These are among the earliest beings born in the primordial era, and some of the most famous of them all.

Sure enough.

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