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

But the prison door was narrow, only allowing one person to pass through at a time. As soon as the little witch at the front stepped in, Taibai chopped her neck with a hand chop and she fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

The second one followed closely behind. Taibai dodged the attack by turning to the side and then struck the man in the back with his elbow. The man collapsed limply.

Thus, one came in, and another fell down.

Taking advantage of the prison gate, Taibai struck with precision and speed, but did not take lives; he merely knocked out all the intruders.

He wasn't being merciful; he simply knew that if he killed any members of the Wu tribe here, regardless of the reason, the cause and effect would be set.

Currently trapped in the territory of the Wu tribe, it's better to avoid trouble. Stunning and subduing them, leaving room for maneuver, is the best course of action.

After dealing with the minor witches blocking his way, Taibai took the token from the leader and headed straight for the dungeon exit.

As they passed other cages, the demon prisoners inside immediately became restless.

Countless arms reached out from the railing, grabbing at his clothes, shouts rising and falling:

"Take me with you!"

"I am a demon general appointed by the Heavenly Court. Save my life, and I will share in your glory!"

Taibai kept his eyes straight ahead, and his pace remained perfectly steady.

He arrived at the gate at the end of the dungeon and inserted the token into the groove on the door.

The mechanism turned, and the door opened. He stepped out without looking back.

The door closed behind him, severing all possible ties.

The moment he stepped out of the prison's restricted area, the long-lost feeling of magical power flowing back into his limbs and bones instantly returned.

With a thought, Taibai's figure and appearance twisted and changed in the hazy light and shadow, and in the blink of an eye, he had transformed into the appearance of Xuanming.

As soon as Taibai stepped out of the prison gate, he encountered a patrol of young witches.

The young shaman at the head of the group was clearly taken aback. He trotted forward, bowed respectfully with a hint of doubt, and asked:

"Greetings, Lord Xuanming. Didn't you already set off for Buzhou Mountain?"

Xuanming's face was as cold as ice. He did not respond to the question and walked straight past, then slapped the little witch across the face with a crisp slap.

Before the other sorcerers could react, "she" had already transformed into a streak of light and sped off towards the East China Sea.

Only after confirming that they were far away from the territory of the Wu Clan did the figure in the escape light blur for a moment, and then reappear in its true form as Taibai.

He stood suspended in mid-air, looking back at the path he had come from, letting out a long sigh, wiping away non-existent cold sweat, and muttering to himself:

"Thank goodness we caught the right moment when their top brass were all gathered for a meeting. If it had been a few days later, I don't know how long we would have been locked up."

Suddenly, the void trembled in the direction of the East China Sea, and countless powerful auras converged towards that direction.

Taibai paused, glanced in that direction, and then continued flying in his intended direction.

He knew very well that anyone who dared to go to Penglai Island to compete for opportunities at this moment was at least a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

For someone as mere late-stage Golden Immortal as myself to rashly get involved in this is tantamount to suicide.

I fear that before they can even see what the opportunity looks like, they will already be dead in the aftermath of someone else's battle.

Instead of venturing into dangerous places to gamble on a vague "great fortune," it's better to be down-to-earth and seize the opportunities before you.

With his mind clear, his escape became even more stable, and he headed straight for the direction that was guiding him in the darkness.

The primordial wilderness was vast, and even if a Golden Immortal traveled at full speed in his escape light, it would still take nearly a hundred years for Taibai to travel from the Wu tribe to the East Sea.

He pressed down on the clouds and hovered above the sea.

As far as the eye can see, a warm blue glow is slowly rising from the seawater below.

Taibai stared at the blue light, his mind stirred, and he secretly estimated the distance between this place and Penglai Immortal Island.

He felt somewhat relieved upon receiving the result.

At this moment, the eyes and footsteps of many powerful beings in the primordial world must be drawn to the earth-shattering opportunity that Penglai Island has presented.

This place is far from the mainstream, remote and desolate. When the divine sense swept over it, the strongest aura around was no more than that of a mid-stage Xuanxian.

Such an environment posed virtually no threat to him.

It seems that no one will compete for this opportunity for the time being.

Having thought of this, Taibai felt reassured and nodded slightly.

Just then, the rising blue light burst out of the sea, its radiance dimmed, revealing its true form.

It was a jade-handled, silver-threaded whisk, quietly floating above the sea. It was a low-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Sea-Covering Whisk.

Just as a look of joy appeared in Taibai's eyes and he was about to step forward to refine it, the sea beneath the whisk suddenly exploded.

A colossal dragon covered in black scales burst forth from the water, its massive jaws gaping open, lunging straight for the sea-swept whisk.

The dragon's aura blended seamlessly with the surrounding seawater; when it was lurking, it did not reveal the slightest trace of demonic power or killing intent.

This is why Taibai's divine sense failed to detect it in advance, catching him off guard.

Just before the gaping maw came at him, Taibai darted backward, narrowly avoiding it.

However, the sea-covering whisk that was so close at hand had already been swallowed whole by the dragon.

After succeeding, the dragon did not stop. With a twist of its massive body in the air, it was about to plunge back into the churning seawater below.

"You beast! You think you can just steal my treasure and run? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

Taibai roared, and the Gengjin longsword appeared in his hand, transforming into a sharp white-gold light, which fiercely slashed down in the direction the giant dragon was fleeing.

"Roar!!!" A fierce and painful roar shook the sea and sky.

As the sword flashed, the dragon's black scales shattered, and a huge wound opened up from its back.

Before the dragon could struggle, Taibai made a hand seal with his left hand and shouted, "Freeze!"

The binding force held the massive dragon body firmly in mid-air, and no matter how it twisted and turned, it could not break free.

Taibai stood on the waves, his body radiating the fierce and murderous aura of innate Geng metal essence without reservation.

He stared into the dragon's pained and terrified vertical pupils, and said, word by word:

"Heaven cherishes life. Hand over the spiritual treasure you swallowed, and this humble Taoist priest may spare your life."

According to his observation, the dragon had no karma.

The dragon race is burdened with karma due to the great calamity, which means that this dragon is not actually a dragon.

Rather than killing him here, it would be better to make him my mount and send him to guard Wuyi Mountain.

As the light shimmered, the dragon's form shrank and transformed into a young man dressed in black with black hair.

His face was pale, and his right hand was tightly clutching his chest, with blood still seeping from between his fingers, the wound left by the sword energy just now.

The young man looked up at Taibai with a complicated expression. He flipped his right hand, and the Overturning Sea Whisk appeared in his palm. It was pushed towards Taibai with a gentle force.

"I'm returning the treasure to you. Now, may I leave?"

Taibai reached out and caught the flying whisk, placing it beside him.

"This treasure is protected by a restriction. I'm very curious, even if you manage to take it away, how could a Xuanxian like you do it?"

All newly created innate spiritual treasures are protected by innate restrictions. Even though the giant dragon just devoured it, the restrictions have not disappeared.

This restriction is absolutely impossible to break without the cultivation of a Golden Immortal. Taibai really couldn't understand what this black dragon was trying to do.

The young man in black averted his gaze, his lips pressed tightly together.

"That's none of your business. I have my own plans."

"Then, let me ask you another question. Are you willing to submit and become my mount?"

Upon hearing this, the young man in black suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his anger reaching its peak.

"Hmph! Then you might kill me and kneel before me? Absolutely not!"

Taibai's expression remained unchanged as his gaze swept over the overlapping old and new scars on the man's chest, and he slowly said:

"Your old wounds are still there. The East Sea is the territory of the Dragon Clan. Who else but the Dragon Clan could have injured you to such an extent here? Your cultivation is insufficient, and you will hardly achieve anything."

"So what? Even if I die at your hands right now, it's better than being a slave for eternity, living a wretched life in a cage!"

In the primordial world, becoming someone else's mount usually means facing dire circumstances.

If a mount encounters a demanding master, it will often be permanently imprisoned, losing the possibility of transforming into human form and cultivating independently.

Just like the "Seven Fairy Attendants" later on, although they had the title, they were in reality forever deprived of their freedom. Therefore, few creatures would voluntarily become their riders.

"I swear to my Dao heart that I will never imprison you, and I can teach you the orthodox methods of cultivation, so as not to interrupt your path of cultivation."

Immediately, he flicked his finger, and a point of warm golden light leaped from his fingertip and entered the black-clad youth's brow.

In an instant, a general outline of the righteous and profound Shangqing Immortal Method unfolded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, in Taibai's other hand, he tightened his grip on the hilt of the Gengjin longsword, its sharpness concealed.

Upon hearing Taibai's oath and seeing the Shangqing Immortal Technique, the young man in black was terrified. He had truly struck it lucky today.