Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 440: Chaos Good Fortune Sutra, The Shock of the Proud Geniuses

"Nuwa, you are the eighth disciple."

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Gu Chuan looked at his final disciple, Nuwa—the only female among them.

"Yes, Master."

Nuwa looked at Gu Chuan with eyes full of anticipation.

"You are proficient in the Dao of Life and the art of creation, so I shall pass down to you a supreme cultivation technique—the Chaos Good Fortune Sutra.

This cultivation method holds the power of ultimate good fortune. Once comprehended, it will allow you to generate boundless blessings. Along with it, I grant you two supreme spells—Great Life Technique and Great Creation Technique."

Gu Chuan lightly tapped the air with his finger.

Boom!

In an instant, Nuwa felt the countless runes and mantras of the Chaos Demon Gods pouring into the depths of her sea of consciousness. In moments, they condensed into a Sutra of Supreme Dao.

She sensed that the sutra was filled with infinite power of fortune. A single trace of it could deduce the laws of heaven and earth—Five Elements, Four Symbols, Eight Trigrams, Yin & Yang, space and time—all lay within.

Upon full comprehension, it would grant her the power to create all things—she could become the mother of creation itself.

"What a powerful divine technique..."

A bright gleam shimmered in Nuwa's eyes. She could feel the profundity of the two supernatural arts given by Gu Chuan. The Great Life Technique granted the power to instill life into inanimate objects, to birth souls, and awaken wisdom.

The Great Creation Technique, on the other hand, allowed her to mold the world from her thoughts, to consume chaotic energies and shape existence—though she must understand thoroughly what she sought to create.

With these two divine arts, she could craft countless lifeforms as she pleased.

"Thank you, Master!"

Nuwa's heart surged with joy. She felt as if she had discovered her destined path, and as long as she walked it, she would undoubtedly reach the peak of cultivation.

"Go. Cultivate diligently. If you encounter any doubts, come to the City Lord's Mansion to seek my guidance."

Gu Chuan waved his hand.

"Yes, Master!"

Hearing this, Nuwa and the others cupped their hands respectfully. All were brimming with excitement, having received the supreme inheritance. They couldn't wait to enter seclusion and begin their training.

Though the cultivation environment of the City Lord's Mansion was far superior to the outside world, they knew they couldn't stay there indefinitely.

One by one, they bid farewell to Gu Chuan and departed from the City Lord's Mansion.

At that moment, many geniuses happened to be passing by. When they saw Sanqing and the others leaving the City Lord's Mansion, they were stunned.

"How is this possible?! Why are those people walking out of the City Lord's Mansion?!"

"Exactly! That place is a forbidden zone among forbidden zones—even Gods aren't allowed to enter without permission. How could mere Quasi-Saints be allowed inside?!"

"What happened?! What in the heavens happened to them?!"

One genius rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"I heard it directly from my Patriarch... these few have been accepted as direct disciples by the Lord of Chaos City. They're geniuses from the Prehistoric World."

A genius from the Thunder Race spoke solemnly.

"Before, they were ignored by all the gods. Not a single deity wanted to accept them as disciples. I thought it was because their talent was too mediocre.

But now you're saying that they were chosen by the Lord of Chaos City himself?! What kind of absurd joke is this?!"

Everyone was stunned into silence.

Just days ago, they were mocking and ridiculing Sanqing and the others, calling them country bumpkins from the Prehistoric World—untalented and unsightly.

Now, these so-called "nobodies" had been accepted as personal disciples of the Lord of Chaos City. Were they dreaming? Had these people not turned into phoenixes overnight?

Truth be told, who didn't know the value of becoming a disciple of the Chaos City Lord? Even a God King would have to show respect to such individuals!

To think that the ones they had scorned now stood leagues above them—it was difficult to accept.

"That's right. That's the news going around."

The Thunder Race genius nodded heavily.

"Impossible!"

Another Tianjiao (Heaven's Chosen) shouted in disbelief, "They placed low in the Chaos Genius Battle! Their combat power can't compare to ours. Why would the City Lord pick them?! What qualifications do they have?!"

He was livid, consumed by jealousy.

"This is madness! The Lord of Chaos City hasn't accepted disciples in countless epochs! And now he's picking these nobodies from the Prehistoric World?!"

"Even God Kings can't become his disciples—how could these bumpkins catch his eye?!"

"There must be a mistake. There's no way something this absurd could happen!"

Many Tianjiao couldn't accept the reality.

It was simply too hard to believe. Why them, and not us? Why did they receive the greatest fortune?

"Don't doubt it anymore. I confirmed this with the ancestors of my race—this is real."

A genius from the Star-Eating Race spoke with a complicated expression.

"You want us to curry favor with them?! They're just nobodies from the Prehistoric World! They didn't even rank high in the Chaos Genius Battle! And now we're expected to fawn over them?!"

A group of proud geniuses nearly lost their minds.

They were all born in great families, backed by deities. Their lives were filled with praise and adoration. They had stood out among countless peers in the Chaos Genius Tournament, earning the favor of numerous elders and ancient beings.

And now... now they were expected to bow to the very people they had looked down upon?

"This is absurd!"

"They've become the disciples of the City Lord. It's like they've sprouted wings and soared to the heavens! With the support of the Chaos City Lord, who would dare disrespect them?"

A genius of the Moyun Race sighed helplessly.

Indeed, they had gods behind them too—but Sanqing and the others now had Gu Chuan, the Lord of Chaos City, backing them.

Who in the myriad worlds would dare offend the disciples of such a supreme being?

To offend them was to offend the Chaos City Lord himself.

And to offend the Chaos City Lord... who could survive that?

"This... this is too much."

Many Tianjiao were left speechless. They understood well—Gu Chuan was the supreme existence, ruler of all gods. To offend his disciples would be sheer suicide.