The Primordial Era: Starting from Being Forced to Become an Apprentice of the Three Pure Ones

The heavy stone door of the dungeon closed, extinguishing the last ray of light from the outside world.

In the dimly lit stone chamber, only the tiny flame on the candlestick on the wall flickered.

Regular footsteps occasionally came from the corridor, approaching and then receding again; they were patrolling young witches.

Taibai leaned against the cold stone wall and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He guessed that there must be a special formation beneath this dungeon to suppress spiritual energy.

Realizing this, the last glimmer of hope vanished from his eyes.

He slid down the stone wall to the ground, gazing absently at the flickering candlelight opposite him.

Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows in the other corner of the cell.

The "companion" that had been curled up was slowly moving towards his direction.

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to leave?"

Taibai raised his head and squinted at the source of the sound, but due to the dim lighting, he couldn't see the other person's face at all.

After a brief silence, Taibai twitched the corner of his mouth, his voice revealing no emotion:

"If you could get out, you probably wouldn't be here now. So, there's no need to beat around the bush. What do you want?"

"Fellow Daoist, I am from the Sirius Clan. Our clan's talent lies in the word 'devouring.' I have now reached the bottleneck of the late Golden Immortal stage. If I could obtain your hands and feet, and use the essence of your Golden Immortal body as a guide, I might be able to break through the shackles and achieve the Taiyi realm in one fell swoop."

He leaned forward slightly, making his silhouette in the shadows appear even more sinister.

"This formation is specifically designed to suppress Golden Immortals. Once they advance to the Taiyi realm, the formation will no longer be able to restrain them. At that time, you and I may be able to find a way to escape together."

Taibai listened in silence, his mind quickly filled with rumors about the "Sirius Clan".

Legend has it that this race lives in the northern wilderness and possesses the innate supernatural power to devour stars or other objects to replenish themselves.

What this cultivator said was probably not just empty threats, but that he really had this idea.

However, this race did not become popular later on, especially after Donghuang Taiyi finished comprehending the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array.

After pondering for a moment and quickly scanning the prison, Taibai suddenly came up with a plan.

"Alright, but I hope you'll keep your word then, or I won't let you off the hook."

Upon hearing this, the Sirius Demon grinned lewdly and immediately moved closer.

As the opponent approached and opened its mouth, Taibai suddenly struck, aiming straight for its throat.

The Sirius Demon reacted extremely quickly, retreating rapidly in an instant.

"You're truly despicable, kid!"

"Haha, same to you."

Suddenly, the two figures collided again.

There are no supernatural powers or magical radiance, no leakage of magical energy, only physical strength and combat skills.

Fists, claws, knees, and elbows transformed into afterimages as they frantically attacked each other within the cramped cage, the muffled thuds echoing endlessly.

Several Wu tribe guards patrolling outside were attracted by the noise and gathered in front of the prison gate.

But instead of stopping them, they stood around with their arms crossed, pointing and commenting, and some even slapped their thighs and cheered.

"Yes! Punch his ribs!"

"That wolf demon's claws are incredibly vicious!"

After another fierce exchange, the two used their momentum to separate, each catching their breath.

The Heavenly Wolf Demon stared at Taibai's body, its eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"Good lad, your physical body is quite extraordinary. I'm curious, what exactly is your origin?"

Taibai did not answer, but simply adjusted his breathing, staring coldly at the other person.

He really didn't intend to answer, much less waste a word on a dying demon.

Taibai is the embodiment of the innate Geng metal, and its physical body is sharp and solid, far surpassing that of ordinary cultivators.

In this place where magic cannot be used, he has already firmly suppressed his opponent with his physical strength alone.

During the fierce battle, Taibai spotted a sliver of an opening, sidestepped the wolf demon's desperate claw attack, and reached out with his right hand to precisely grab its throat.

With a sudden, forceful clench of his five fingers, snap!

A crisp sound of bones cracking echoed in the cell.

The Heavenly Wolf Demon's eyes widened, and its strength instantly dissipated, causing it to collapse.

Almost at the same instant his body fell to the ground, a faint sound, yet loud enough for everyone in the prison to hear, suddenly rang out.

"I, Emperor Jun, will hold a celestial marriage with the Goddess of the Moon in the Thirty-Third Heaven a thousand years from now. I welcome all powerful beings to come and witness the ceremony."

Di Jun's voice, carrying the echoes of the Heavenly Dao, gradually dissipated.

Taibai was startled: the Heavenly Marriage was imminent, and the situation in the prehistoric world was about to change.

The high-ranking members of the Wu tribe will surely gather to discuss this matter; this is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He casually tossed the wolf carcass in his hand into a corner, then turned around and took down the burning oil lamp from the stone wall.

Then, he quickly gathered the dry grass and rotten wood piled up in the corner of the cell and piled them inside the cell door.

The dim, flickering lamplight was steadily tilted towards the pile of dry hay.

The orange-red flames shot up with a "whoosh," quickly licking the dry grass, and thick smoke began to rise.

Outside the cell door, the little witch, still clinging to the door, stared wide-eyed at the fire and blurted out:

"What are you doing?!"

Most Wu people eat a rough diet and do not know how to cook.

The young sorcerer was also very puzzled by Taibai's actions.

However, Taibai ignored Xiaowu and instead dealt with the wolf carcass on his own.

Then skewer them with sharpened wooden sticks and roast them over a fire, turning them over as they roast.

The sizzling sound of oil popping and the unprecedented, unique aroma of meat gradually wafted through the air.

Xiao Wu wrinkled her nose, sniffed the smell carefully, and looked at Tai Bai's focused expression as he turned the food over, completely puzzled.

Instead of leaving, he couldn't help but mutter under his breath:

"This...this way, is it still edible?"

Soon after, Taibai, with his superb cooking skills, filled the entire prison with the aroma of meat.

The patrolling witches were all drawn to the scene.

"Kid, give me a taste!"

"Hand over the meat in your hand immediately!"

"Hand it over immediately, or we'll make you pay!"

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Taibai seemed oblivious to the gazes and sounds outside the prison gate.

He sat cross-legged by the fire, intently turning the meat skewers in his hands.

When the surface turned golden brown, he blew on it, took a big bite, and chewed it slowly.

Seeing that half of the wolf meat had already been eaten, and that Taibai, being aloof and ignoring them, was now in a superior position.

The little witches outside the door were completely enraged. The leader ripped open the cell door, rushed in, and kicked Taibai, who was sitting on the ground with his back to him.

However, without turning his head, Taibai casually reached behind him with his left hand and precisely grabbed the attacker's ankle the instant the leg was about to hit him.

The shaman felt a tremendous force come his way, and he was swung halfway around before being slammed heavily against the opposite stone wall.

The other lesser witches were horrified to see this, only then realizing that they hadn't expected Taibai, whose magic power was restricted, could still defeat the witch clan who specialized in physical cultivation.

When the lesser witches saw their leader fall in one move, they were all stunned for a moment, then roared and rushed into the prison.