The first ginseng fruit in the world: “Taking human form means becoming disabled. I refuse!”
Xuanwei: “You, Hongjun, say there are no schemes in the Primordial World. Then who is he...?”
The gods and Buddhas of the myriad heavens set one trap after another, with schemes concealed behind every scheme...
The Jade Emperor: “I might be the villain.”
The Queen Mother: “I’m the villain?”
The Tathagata: “You actually say I’m the villain?”
Laozi: “I’m not the villain?”
Hongjun: “I really am not the villain.”
“Three thousand years, then another three thousand. Ten thousand years have passed. Kunpeng is a mighty quasi-saint of the Primordial World, and I hear he has become the Celestial Court’s Demon Master. He should be safe once he leaves this time.” Patriarch Hongyun slowly rose to his feet.
“The Saints stopped you from stepping in to help. What were they trying to accomplish?” Zhen Yuanzi asked, his face full of confusion, anger, and helplessness.
As he gazed at the crimson robe fragment fluttering in the wind, he understood the look in his old friend’s eyes before he died. It was guilt, as if to say: “In your next life, don’t be such a bleeding heart!”
...A hundred thousand years passed. In a desolate place, amid the vast ravines left by the ancient war, a purple-red Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd slowly rose. The first ginseng fruit in the world unexpectedly took human form.
Xuandu said, “Since you have no memories, from now on, I’ll call you Xuanwei!”
