C1 Fuxi Nuwa

At the base of Buzhou Mountain, a young man ascended the slopes, clutching a snow-white bone urn with each deliberate step. Clad in white, his garments were now disheveled from the rigors of travel.

"I really am the unluckiest," he grumbled under his breath, gripping the urn tighter.

His name was Zhang Yan, merely a college student from the 21st century who, upon awakening in his dorm, found himself in this ancient world.

While others who crossed into this realm might find themselves in the company of Pangu or in discourse with the Three Purities, standing unmatched across the lands, Zhang Yan's transmigration was quite the anomaly. His attire—a simple T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops—left him vulnerable and nearly boneless by the river's edge, had it not been for the fortuitous encounter with his now-deceased elder brother.

The supposed system—a transmigrator's boon—proved unreliable, imparting a few years of eclectic skills like music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and the like, before vanishing without a trace.

In a world where Quasi Saints roamed freely and Golden Immortals were as common as dogs, lacking magical prowess and cultivation meant remaining a mere mortal. What good were those artistic skills in such a savage place?

The prehistoric world lived up to its name, fraught with peril. After a few short years, his beloved brother was reduced to ashes, now residing within the urn.

"Big Brother, rest easy. I'll find our siblings and take care of them," Zhang Yan vowed, his voice steady and resolute as he addressed the urn.

His brother's dying wish was for Zhang Yan to look after his younger siblings—a request from the first person who had shown him genuine kindness in this wild world. It was a promise he intended to keep.

Little did he expect that his brother's origins lay atop Buzhou Mountain, hinting at an extraordinary legacy. Gazing up at the formidable peak, Zhang Yan was awash with emotion.

Yet, Buzhou Mountain was notorious for its calamities within the Desolate World. It wasn't just the birthplace of deities like the Three Purities, the Ten Great Ancestral Witches, Nuwa, and Fuxi; it was also the stage for epochal events such as Nuwa's creation of humanity and the cataclysmic battles between Wizard Demons and the Three Purities.

"When I find my younger brother and sister, I must take them away from Buzhou Mountain to avoid any collateral damage!"

Having spent several years in this primordial world, I've come to understand it quite well. Currently, there are no Saints, and Hongjun is likely still in hiding, secretly striving for sainthood. The teachings at Purple Heaven Palace haven't even started yet.

Lost in thought, I came across a courtyard halfway up the mountain.

My eyes brightened. "Could this be my dear brother's old home?"

I hurried toward the courtyard. With no gate to bar my way, I walked straight in. The place looked as though it hadn't seen inhabitants for years, somewhat overgrown and forlorn.

"Are my younger siblings not here?" I paused, a bit taken aback, and set the bone jar on a stone table in the courtyard before starting to tidy up.

As I was cleaning, two beams of light streaked across the sky and descended just outside the courtyard. As the glow dissipated, it revealed a man and a woman.

The man radiated a noble aura, while the woman's beauty was celestial. Together, they looked like a perfect pair, outshining even the natural beauty of the world around them.

These were the renowned Fuxi and Nuwa of the ancient times. Their fame would come later, after Nuwa attained sainthood and Fuxi established the Eight Trigrams and Tai Chi.

"We're finally home. Our travels over the years have been fruitful!" they conversed. Nuwa's voice, not yet that of a saint, was clear and melodious, a delight to hear.

"Even though I've reached the pinnacle of the Golden Immortal stage, I can't shake the feeling that there's a higher realm yet to be discovered," Nuwa mused, youthful curiosity in her tone, while Fuxi, more somber, furrowed his brow in contemplation.

Hearing the noise outside, I stepped out of the courtyard and was immediately taken aback by the sight of Fuxi and Nuwa.

"Are these really my esteemed brother's siblings?"

Recalling my brother's less-than-graceful demeanor and comparing it to the two before me, I couldn't help but wonder—could they truly be blood relatives?

Zhang Yan was perplexed, while Fuxi and Nuwa were utterly astounded. The pair had roamed for many years, their cultivation reaching the pinnacle of the Golden Immortal Stage, powerful enough to traverse the primordial world unchallenged. Yet, they had never detected another's presence in the courtyard.

Exchanging glances, Fuxi and Nuwa each recognized the shock and gravity in the other's eyes. The seemingly ordinary young man before them had to be a formidable spiritual master!

Zhang Yan, however, wasn't lost in such thoughts. He simply breathed a sigh of relief. Initially, the empty courtyard had him worried that his younger siblings had gone missing, but now they were right before his eyes.

"Haha, little brother, little sister, why are you still standing outside? Come on in!"

With confident strides, Zhang Yan reached out, grabbing Fuxi and Nuwa by the hand and pulling them into the courtyard. He intended to embrace his siblings with warmth and find the right moment to break the news of their elder brother's demise.

Fuxi and Nuwa moved with stiff steps, practically dragged into the courtyard by Zhang Yan. For siblings who stood among the mightiest in the cosmos, their hearts were now tumultuous with shock.

As Zhang Yan reached for them, their first instinct was to evade. But before they could react, his hands, which looked utterly unremarkable, seemed to defy time itself, grasping their wrists in an instant.

The once surging mana within Fuxi and Nuwa, as boundless as the ocean, felt shackled. They could sense it, control it, yet it refused to burst forth from within them.

Despite their status at the zenith of the Golden Immortal Great Perfection Realm, with bodies as immovable as mountains and the power to rend the heavens and earth, they found themselves effortlessly pulled along.

Golden light danced in Fuxi's eyes as he scrutinized Zhang Yan, Nuwa doing the same. Yet, after a prolonged gaze, they could not discern even a hint of magical power within him.

"Little brother, little sister, what's with the stares?" Zhang Yan chuckled as he ushered them into the courtyard, releasing their hands. Seeing Fuxi and Nuwa's rigid, ghost-struck faces, he couldn't help but laugh.

"You two are strangers to me, but I'm quite familiar with you both. Big Brother shared many stories about you!" Zhang Yan said, leaving Fuxi and Nuwa taken aback.

"Big Brother?" They had always been just the two of them; since when did they have an older brother?

"Unfortunately..." Zhang Yan's face grew somber as he set a bone jar before them.

As Zhang Yan unfolded his tale, Fuxi and Nuwa finally caught on, exchanging puzzled glances with each other and then eyeing Zhang Yan oddly.

Could it be a case of mistaken identity?

"Though Big Brother is no longer with us, he made me promise to look after you in his final moments. I intend to honor that commitment fully!" Zhang Yan declared earnestly.

Fuxi and Nuwa couldn't help but chuckle at his words. As beings among the most powerful in the ancient world, who would be capable of looking after them?

A glint of amusement shone in Fuxi's eyes, and he was about to reveal the truth to Zhang Yan when...

Suddenly, a tantalizing aroma wafted from the inner courtyard. The scent of the meal was distinct and alluring, and just a whiff of it dramatically altered Fuxi and Nuwa's expressions.