This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 1012 - 490: Three Years Are Up, Time to Shake Things Up! (Part 2)

Anyway, there is nothing you can imagine that Gui Chancellor dares not do.

To have Yang Jiao, a child with a determined heart yet thoughts as pristine as a blank sheet, stay long in the Qiantian Palace with Gui Chancellor.

What if... what if he led the child astray, cultivating a mad researcher obsessed with experiments?

What should be done then?

"Second Brother, don't worry."

The White Dragon seemed to see through the concerns in the Azure Dragon's heart, smiled gently, and softly reassured him.

"This child is solid-minded and exceptionally talented, nothing will go wrong."

Her gaze was mellow, as if piercing through endless barriers of time and space, seeing a young figure clad in white coat buried in countless jade scrolls and drawings.

The Primordial True Realm was never the playground of regular deities.

Only by standing out can one go further.

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Taixu Heaven, Wa Palace.

Yang Chan, dressed in a simple white court dress, sat cross-legged on a large lotus leaf.

In front of her floated a divine lamp.

The lamp had a lotus-shaped base, with its walls carved with incredibly mysterious innate Tao patterns, and in the lamp wick, a plume of seven-colored flame quietly burned, glowing with a soft and warm light.

This was the supreme protective treasure gifted to her by Nuwa, the Innate Spiritual Treasure — the Treasure Lotus Lamp.

Within this lamp, there exists a world of its own, where the flickering flame can purify all worldly filth and resist all spells and divine skills, with boundless power.

Nuwa mentioned that this spiritual treasure also had another function, which was to grant wishes.

When Nuwa bestowed this spiritual treasure upon her, Yang Chan was overjoyed.

Her deepest wish was for family reunion!

However, truly mastering this spiritual treasure was no easy task.

At this moment, Yang Chan had her eyes tightly shut, her small eyebrows slightly furrowed, as a layer of fine fragrant sweat seeped on her forehead.

She was exerting all her effort to probe her divine thought into the Treasure Lotus Lamp, attempting to communicate with the artifact spirit within, imprinting her own seal.

Her divine thought struggled to move forward in the vast internal world of the Treasure Lotus Lamp.

All around, there were endless seven-colored rays of light, each containing immense creation power, incredibly heavy.

Yang Chan felt as if she was a small boat navigating a tempestuous sea, always just a wave away from being capsize.

Each impact on her divine thought felt like her soul being torn apart.

But she did not give up.

Images of her mother's sorrowful eyes when suppressed, her father's refusal to fall in a pool of blood, and her helplessness when separated from her brothers, repeatedly flashed through her mind.

These scenes turned into the strongest motivation in her heart.

"I cannot give up..."

"I must become strong!"

"I have to master power, rescue my mother, avenge my father, and find my eldest and second brothers!"

The little girl shouted defiantly in her heart.

Her will, in that moment, became more resolute than ever.

As if sensing her pure and steadfast Dao Heart, the originally violent creation power within the Treasure Lotus Lamp began to gradually become gentle.

The seven-colored flame at the lamp wick flickered lightly, splitting off a tiny wisp that floated towards Yang Chan's divine thought.

Buzz—!

The instant that wisp of flame touched Yang Chan's divine thought, a massive stream of pure information surged into her Sea of Consciousness.

It was the magic technique for using the Treasure Lotus Lamp and some law of creation contained within.

Yang Chan's little face turned pale instantly, then flushed with an unnatural redness again.

She groaned softly, a trace of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, but a relieved smile appeared on her face.

She succeeded.

She finally imprinted her first Divine Soul Seal upon the Treasure Lotus Lamp.

From this day forward, she would be the true master of this Innate Spiritual Treasure.

At this moment, a gentle sound of footsteps approached from afar.

"Little Chan'er, how did your cultivation go today?"

A gentle voice, as serene as water, carrying a hint of ethereal charm, sounded.

Yang Chan opened her eyes to see a woman wearing a seven-colored feather robe, strikingly beautiful and regal, smiling as she stood before her.

The woman's figure was graceful, her steps light, and as she moved, countless colorful phoenixes seemed to dance around her in shadows.

Her hair was beautifully arranged, held in place by a simple jade hairpin, with a few strands hanging freely over her clear forehead, adding a bit more ethereal quality.

Her eyes were as clear as the purest autumn water, filled with endless gentleness and love.

This was Nuwa's Maid — the Golden Phoenix Fairy.

When she saw the trace of blood at Yang Chan's mouth, a slight frown creased her delicate brows, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

She quickly stepped forward, took out a clean white silk handkerchief from her bosom and gently wiped the blood from Yang Chan's mouth.

Her movements were incomparably gentle, as if fearing she might hurt this little girl.

"You, child, are always too determined."

The Golden Phoenix Fairy sighed, her tone carried a little reproach but more of concern.

"Nuwa has said before, cultivation should be gradual, not achieved in one swoop."

"If you injure your Dao Foundation from rushing, what should be done?"

Feeling the warmth from the silk handkerchief and the reassuring aura from Golden Phoenix, a warm current surged in Yang Chan's heart.

She lowered her head, a little embarrassed, and said softly, "Sister Golden Phoenix, I... I just want to become strong soon."

Since arriving at Wa Palace, besides Nuwa, it was Sister Golden Phoenix who treated her the best.