Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao

The potency of the Eight Trigrams seemed to exceed the Dragon Clan's estimates, and the three Dragon Kings couldn't help furrowing their brows, knowing that if they kept entangling like this, once Nuwa reacted, all their efforts would be in vain.

"Call for reinforcements. If this goes on, it will only become more advantageous for him," the Earth Dragon King was the first to speak up. Every second was precious, as it could potentially alter the course of their race.

The other two Dragon Kings nodded in agreement, also aware that continuing the battle would only turn the situation increasingly against them.

They gently crushed a scale, a token given to them by the War Dragon King before they set off, signaling a call for help when crushed.

Fuxi watched their actions, intending to stop them, but the Dragon Kings were no ordinary foes and gave him no chance to do so. The moment the scale was crushed, he knew his demise was imminent.

Before long, the sky suddenly turned from day to night, and a pair of immense dragon eyes appeared above, as if time itself had stopped.

Fuxi felt as if his body was out of his control, his thoughts even beginning to slow down. This was the unique law of time, governed solely by the Candle Dragon, who was born with the mastery over time and typically relished tranquility, remaining asleep. The Dragon Clan had actually roused the Candle Dragon to act against him.

The law of time descended upon Fuxi, his body aging incessantly. Such was the power of time; even as an Innate Divine Spirit, he could not withstand the ravages of the years, which brought with them a waning strength and a dulling mind.

Seizing the opportunity, the three Dragon Kings unleashed a fierce onslaught. A flash of light by Fuxi's side revealed a scroll atop his head, blocking all incoming attacks—it was his personal Spiritual Treasure, the River Diagram.

At that moment, a fierce gust swept through as a massive dragon descended from the sky, biting down on the River Diagram. Although the River Diagram shone brilliantly, ready to repel the huge mouth, sharp fangs clamped firmly onto its essence, whisking it away into the distance.

"The Winged Dragon King!" Fuxi muttered to himself, watching the giant dragon fly away.

The Winged Dragon King's teeth possessed a magic-banishing ability, being the only one capable of momentarily severing the connection between the River Diagram and Fuxi. To execute Fuxi, five Dragon Kings had taken action, reflecting the magnitude of their intent.
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After all, he was a notable figure in the Primordial Chaos, who, despite his passion for music and seclusion, commanded respect from all. To swiftly slay such an individual was hard without the collective effort of several Dragon Kings.

Without the River Diagram, Fuxi could no longer withstand the brutal attacks of the Dragon Kings. Overwhelmed by formidable power, blood continuously flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his ancient zither was shattered.

Yet a smile remained on his face, a smile that caused even the Dragon Kings to feel a chilling tingling in their minds, wondering what Fuxi was truly smiling about.

"Haha, everything has unfolded as I predicted. After deducing the Great Dao, I have finally understood," Fuxi exclaimed with uncharacteristic joy. Even as his breath grew fainter, his face was filled with smiles. At the moment his life was drawing to a close, he had seen the direction of his Great Dao and was content.

To question the Great Dao in the morning and be ready to die in the evening.

As time marched on, Fuxi's life force gradually faded, and he ultimately perished under the siege of several Dragon Kings.

At that time, Nuwa awoke from her meditation. Ever since she created the human race and received the protection of Heaven and Earth, her progression in cultivation had been extraordinarily rapid, leading her to meditate often. However, today she felt an inexplicable restlessness, as if something momentous was about to occur. Upon calculating, she found everything to be normal, and thus returned to her tranquil cultivation.

However, as Fuxi died, connected by their shared destiny, his sister instantly sensed her brother's death and opened her eyes from meditation.

"Impossible, how could my brother possibly have died? He was the most skilled diviner in this Primordial Chaos; who could have out-calculated him?" Nuwa murmured in disbelief.

At that moment, she could no longer sit still and rose, ready to fly to the place of her brother's death.

Yet, when she reached his abode, a seal obstructed her path, adorned with eight glittering patterns of varying shapes. Nuwa recognized these as The Way of the Eight Trigrams, the ultimate truth of divination, which her brother had understood from observing the heavens and the earth.

At the same time, Fuxi's voice emerged from the curtain of light: "Little sister, by the time you hear these words, I will have perished. There's no need for sorrow, as everything was within my calculations. Ever since you created humans from clay, I sensed the imminence of my own death, and after years of calculation, I have grasped Heaven's Secret."

"It is the destiny of the human race to rise, but if the old lords of heaven and earth do not step down, how can the humans advance? And how could the proud and powerful Dragon Clan allow another race to replace them in status? Thus, they will inevitably seek to kill you and, to do so, they must first kill me."

"But this is for the best. My death will signal the tolling of the Dragon Clan's downfall. The Divine Spirits have long been dissatisfied with the Dragon Clan; they merely lacked the opportunity and an excuse. And my death will provide the perfect chance. I can already foresee a catastrophic tribulation coming to this land."

"You must keep your composure and not hastily involve yourself in this calamity. The cause and effect of world destruction is sufficient to bring down a Heavenly Emperor, and the Dragon Clan will naturally be dealt with by the Divine Spirits."

Nuwa listened attentively to the words left by Fuxi, as tears slid down her face. With a cry of anger, the entire Primordial Chaos could hear her fury.

"Eastern Emperor, I am willing to give up my position and faith as the Mother Goddess of the human race, as long as you can avenge my brother," Nuwa's voice resounded above the Nine Heavens.

"Good!" the regal voice of the Eastern Emperor responded. The gears of fate began to turn from that moment on, and a massive calamity was about to sweep over heaven and earth.

Meanwhile, the Winged Dragon King, who had taken the river map, was soaring through the skies, sensing that the river map no longer resisted, indicating its master had died.

However, just then, a bolt of thunder descended from the sky and struck his body.

"Leize!" the Winged Dragon King bellowed, not understanding why this Innate Divine Spirit, usually detached from worldly affairs, had struck him.

"Hand over the river map!" the Divine Spirit, enveloped in thunder, commanded authoritatively.

"I never imagined that even you, who avoids conflict with the world, would take action for the sake of the river map," the Winged Dragon King said mockingly.

What returned to him was a sky filled with thunder, causing the Winged Dragon King, dancing through the air, to involuntarily lower his flying altitude. Dark clouds covered the sky, and a scent of annihilationbrewed within them.

"Have you gone mad, daring to invoke Heavenly Punishment!" the Winged Dragon King shouted in disbelief. The Leize before him was clearly serious; this was the famously kind-hearted figure of the Primordial Chaos. If he assumed such an attitude, it meant an unyielding fight to the death. No creature wished to contend with such a version of Leize—the kind-hearted, an entity best left unprovoked.

"Hand over the river map!" Leize repeated the same sentence.