Primordial Era: Exceptional Comprehension, Destroying Buzhou Mountain at the Start

Chapter 193 Sacrificing an entire primordial world, condensing a drop of essence blood, resurrection fails.

As time passed, Di Qing and Yang Mei watched as the crimson primordial world before them gradually disappeared, eventually merging into one place and turning into a drop of blood.

Yes, it's just a drop of blood.

That chaotic energy, like the essence of a Primordial Demon God, drifted here. And the primordial world before it had completely vanished.

A single drop of essence blood, condensed from the nourishment of the entire primordial world. Now it encompasses everything, gathers endless life, and blossoms into the vast Great Dao of Blood.

Within that Great Dao, one can see a phantom evolving, and one can see a life being born.

Di Qing was alarmed: "Is it really a method of resurrection? It's more like a Primordial Chaos expert who cultivated the Great Dao of Blood sacrificed the entire Primordial World to complete his resurrection."

"Just from the surface manifestation of the Great Dao of Blood, one can sense its terrifying power. This shows the level to which this ancient being, about to be resurrected, has cultivated the Great Dao of Blood. This ancient Primordial Being must have ventured deep into the Primordial Beach. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so powerful. But even such a powerful being has perished. Just how dangerous lies beyond the Primordial Beach?" Yang Mei was clearly thinking much more.

However, Di Qing was well aware of the dangers lurking behind the desolate beach.

However, Di Qing wondered if he should leave. What if this ancient Primordial Chaos expert were to be resurrected and seek trouble for him?

But at that very moment, the essence blood that had forged an entire primordial world unleashed an incomparably terrifying aura of the Great Dao. That crimson Great Dao surged, spreading throughout the chaotic void and shaking the surrounding primordial worlds.

Each of those primordial beings seemed to be disturbed and then severely damaged. Moreover, that drop of essence blood seemed to transform into countless blood-red tentacles, grabbing at the primordial beings around it. Then, it unleashed a terrifying devouring attack, consuming these primordial beings as well, turning them into nourishment for that drop of essence blood.

Amidst this change, a roar erupted from within: "Not enough, still not enough. I want to be resurrected, I want to kill those bastards! Ah..."

Amidst the roar, several primordial beings were pulled and merged into this drop of essence blood. It was thought that sacrificing one primordial being would be enough to revive them, but it turned out that this was not enough at all.

As the six primordial beings completely fell into this essence blood, a terrifying life force spread.

Like a beating heart, the essence and blood gradually formed a heart. But the moment the heart formed, a sense of panic and anger arose: "What, it's flawed? The blood-red primordial chaos I left behind as a means of resurrection was perfectly perfected by me, how could it be flawed? Especially since this flaw is imprinted within it, it means my evolution is flawed, and consequently, my resurrection is flawed. This, this…."

Amidst the roar, a small crack appeared in the chaotic heart that had evolved from the drop of essence blood.

This tiny gap startled Di Qing and Yang Mei, who paled in dismay: "This, this gap seems to be..."

"Don't say anything, run!" Di Qing shouted in a low voice, and immediately left.

Without a doubt, the outline of that gap was somewhat similar to the gap left behind when he and Yang Mei shattered the crimson primordial membrane.

Neither Di Qing nor Yang Mei expected that what they saw as a mere escape route would become the fatal flaw of this ancient, soon-to-be-resurrected Hunyuan.

How could this be? Such powerful cultivators, how could they not be aware of Di Qing and Yang Mei's intrusion? Didn't they sense anything amiss when they were resurrected?

Di Qing and Yang Mei looked at each other, but neither could find an answer.

But as the roar surged and the breach widened, endless, chaotic blood burst forth from the heart, transforming into drops of essence that flew into the void, into the primordial wilderness, and into these wildernesses, stirring up countless ripples.

Then you see the heart pounding rapidly: "Ah... I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled to this defeat. My resurrection..."

"Boom..." Finally, with a cry of unwillingness, it turned into a terrifying roar.

The ancient primordial being, which had failed to be resurrected, exploded instantly from a single drop of essence blood condensed from several primordial eras.

A terrifying force swept out in an instant, like a chaotic tsunami or a chaotic storm, tearing apart everything in sight.

The many broken and desolate places in those distant lands were swept away and shattered by such a storm, and some were even swept into the storm like meteors and disappeared into the endless land.

Horrible, extremely terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is that the exploding essence blood, which turns into countless bloodstains, carrying the power to penetrate everything, piercing through the void and the primordial world.

Di Qing and Yang Mei felt such terrifying power sweeping over them, and they desperately used their trump cards to defend themselves.

Di Qing took out numerous spiritual treasures, powerful artifacts, and supernatural abilities. But these were as fragile as sand and dust, and were instantly torn apart.

"Damn it. With my blood, I will awaken the Three Treasures, the Heaven-Opening Axe..." This forced Di Qing to revive the Three Treasures of Heaven-Opening, using his bloodline to guide them, and relying on the Great Dao Imprint to awaken the will of Buzhou in the inner primordial world.

Yang Mei had also unleashed many of his trump cards, but unfortunately, they all shattered. Even his strongest treasure was destroyed. Now, facing this storm, he was resigned to his fate and awaited death.

Upon seeing this, Di Qing disregarded the need for concealment and pulled Yang Mei into his protective embrace to withstand the terrifying aftershocks.

"Roar..." A roar came from the aftershocks. It was seen that the will of Buzhou, the primordial world within the intertwined Three Treasures of Creation, along with the sacrifice of Emperor Qing's essence blood and the endless chaos of the primordial beach, was undergoing a terrifying transformation.

The Primordial Treasure, the Chaos Bell, swept everything away. The surface of the bell shattered, and then a new bell face emerged. That bell face was carved with chaos, carving with chaos, spreading bell waves, and unleashing extremely terrifying power, far beyond what any Primordial Treasure could compare to.

The chaos imprinted on the Pangu Banner has now transformed into demon gods. Within the long banner, the phantoms of three thousand Great Dao Demon Gods faintly emerge, along with the residual blood and essence of these demon gods, as if they had just perished.

The Tai Chi diagram then reveals the phantoms of demon gods, which resemble puppets or the remnants of slain demon gods.

Through this intertwining, it eventually transformed into the phantom of Pangu.

At the same time, Di Qing's Dao imprint was also drawn out, flying out to the dantian where the image of Pangu was imprinted.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The most terrifying explosion swept over Pangu's figure. An even more terrifying destruction followed, but no matter how many faces were shattered, this figure was like an eternal and indestructible dam of chaos, resisting such explosive clamor.

After hundreds of millions of years, the deafening roar finally subsided.

The lingering aftershocks still remained. But Pangu's figure had already dissipated, transforming into streams of light that fell into Di Qing's body.

Then, watching the lingering aftershocks, Di Qing and Yang Mei, exhausted and unable to withstand the onslaught, were instantly swept up by the storm, like shooting stars, and plunged into some part of the chaotic void.

After a long while, when Di Qing and Yang Mei recovered, they looked at the unfamiliar surroundings and were filled with vigilance: "This place, this place..."

"This place is relatively safe. But it is an extremely unfamiliar place." He raised his eyebrows and murmured, glancing sideways in horror. He had explored the desolate beach many times and encountered countless dangers, but none of them were as terrifying as this.

(End of this chapter)