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

Taibai opened his eyes and looked around.

Many witch cultivators were busy between the stone houses and the campfire, and a rugged atmosphere filled the air.

He himself was imprisoned in a cage, with several minor witches guarding him from the outside.

"That figure, and that aura... it seems to be Xuan Ming?"

Upon thinking of this, Taibai couldn't help but tremble.

"No, no, this Ancestral Witch Xuanming is a bit abnormal. We absolutely cannot just sit here and wait to die."

He understood that if he remained trapped here, the outcome would be truly unpredictable.

Thinking of this, Taibai conjured gold into a blade, intending to cut through the iron cage and escape.

However, the moment the golden dagger touched the iron cage, a layer of frost instantly spread across the blade, covering the entire body in an instant.

Before Taibai could react, the small knife, formed from the law of metal, shattered into pieces with a "crack".

"This cage... it actually contains laws? I knew that Xuanming Ancestral Witch was a bit... "

"Boy, how could you possibly open the 'Ice Prison' that I personally set up? Stop wasting your time."

Suddenly, Xuanming's figure solidified and quietly appeared half a zhang in front of the cage.

At this moment, she was looking at Taibai, who looked a little disheveled, with an almost playful gaze.

Only now did Taibai truly realize how insignificant his Golden Immortal cultivation was in the face of a powerful being who truly understood the laws of nature.

If the other party intends to conceal something, let alone see through the mystery, they will not be able to sense even the slightest clue.

Taibai sighed inwardly at the vast difference in their cultivation levels, but still maintained a polite demeanor and said:

"Lord Ancestral Witch, why have you imprisoned this humble Taoist?"

If there are no further instructions, I humbly request that the Ancestral Shaman allow me to return to Kunlun Mountain to report, so as not to cause my master any worry.

"I am very pleased that you did not kill any of my Wu Clan cultivators, but I was quite displeased that you ran away without permission last time."

Therefore, you shall stay here and reflect on your mistakes. As for the black dragon and the wolf demon, I will not make things difficult for them; they will return to Kunlun to deliver the message for you.”

Upon hearing this, Taibai's heart sank.

Although Xiao Hei has already reached the Golden Immortal level, the journey back to Kunlun from this place is long and arduous. Even if the journey is smooth, it will still take at least fifty years.

If further obstacles or setbacks occur along the way...

The days when I am trapped in this place will likely be not just decades or centuries, but perhaps even thousands of years.

Not to mention, the three masters were at a crucial juncture in their seclusion, comprehending the Primordial Purple Qi.

Even if Xiao Hei manages to reach Kunlun, whether he will be able to see his teacher is still unknown.

If one were to remain here for hundreds or thousands of years, the opportunities one sensed earlier would likely have already been missed.

Therefore, upon hearing Xuanming's words, Taibai took a step forward and met her gaze through the iron bars.

"Xuanming Ancestral Witch, your actions are far too domineering."

Rather than wasting your energy on me, you should think more about how to deal with the increasingly powerful demon race.

"Arrogant! Our clan is the true descendant of Pangu, how could we fear demons?"

Or do you think I'd be afraid of Kunlun Mountain and wouldn't dare to attack you?

A surge of anger rose within her, and with a clench of her right hand, a long, icy whip, gleaming with a chilling light, materialized out of thin air.

Ice patterns appeared on the long whip, and frost permeated the air. Inside the cage, the cold was also bone-chilling.

Seeing the power of the ice whip, Taibai felt a chill run down his spine and involuntarily retreated to the corner of the cage. Then he roared:

"Ancestral Witch, wait! This humble Taoist has a method to resolve your primordial spirit!"

However, Xuanming did not stop. In the blink of an eye, the long whip lashed out, leaving frost marks wherever it passed.

With nowhere left to retreat, Taibai unleashed his spiritual treasures, magical power, and laws, transforming them into protective Dao light to withstand the onslaught.

However, just as the whip was about to strike the iron cage, a stone wall appeared out of thin air, blocking the whip between the whip and the cage.

The frost whip lashed fiercely against the stone wall, exploding into a burst of frost and cold light. The stone wall trembled violently, barely managing to block the attack.

Before Taibai could even process the sudden turn of events, a gentle and refined figure slowly approached.

The woman was dressed in a plain yellow robe, her steps were calm, and her eyes exuded a peaceful and reassuring air.

"Little sister, what are you doing? This person is a despicable person."

Upon hearing the word "petty person," Taibai was speechless and could only roll his eyes inwardly.

When he saw Houtu walk up to Xuanming and say something, he immediately channeled his magic power into his ears, trying to hear their conversation.

"...Sister, this boy must not be harmed..."

The conversation ended abruptly there.

It wasn't that Houtu remained silent, but rather that Xuanming suddenly raised his sleeve and waved it, sealing off all of Taibai's senses.

At this moment, he seemed to have been thrown into a silent and lightless abyss, truly becoming a "blind man" and "deaf man" in a cage.

However, the few words he had just heard were enough to make Li Bai's mind race.

"Houtu is the most likely to give birth to a primordial spirit; perhaps she can be the key to breaking the deadlock."

It wasn't until half an hour later that the sounds and light from the outside world returned to my senses.

"Young man, I'll spare you this time for the sake of my sister pleading for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron cage shattered, turning into countless ice crystal-like fragments that scattered all over the ground.

"In that case...may I take my leave?"

Xuanming stood silently, while Houtu slowly stepped forward and stopped three feet in front of Taibai.

"Young friend, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Why not let our Wu clan extend some hospitality? Besides, you just mentioned that you have a way to resolve the Wu clan's primordial spirit issue?"

Seeing that his strategy of feigning indifference had worked, Taibai continued with the next steps.

He stepped back half a step and bowed, saying:

"The path of the Ancestral Witch Houtu lies in reincarnation."

"Reincarnation..."

Houtu repeated softly, her smile freezing slightly as she fell into deep thought.

Seeing Houtu's unwavering trust, Taibai's doubts began to grow.

Although he intended to use his help to the Wu tribe to build more good relationships for his future path and add a protective shield.

But the fact that an ancient shaman who had experienced countless vicissitudes and ruled over the earth so easily accepted the words of this foreign golden immortal without even verifying them further was truly beyond his expectations.

All the countermeasures he had previously devised in his mind now proved futile.

After a moment of contemplation, Taibai finally raised his eyes, looked at Houtu, and frankly asked the question that had been troubling him:

"Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, please forgive my impertinence. Why... did you believe what I said so easily?"

This concerns the future of the Wu tribe; don't you have even the slightest doubt? This seems rather unreasonable.

Houtu stood still, her gaze calmly fixed on the depths of Taibai's eyes.

The sound of the wind seemed to fade away at that moment, leaving only a deep silence.

Silence flowed between them for about three breaths, or perhaps longer.

Houtu's lips twitched slightly as she slowly recited a short, ancient poem:

"Golden essence condenses into bones, tracing back to the primordial era; thick earth receives heaven and protects the eight directions."

The Emperor's throne shines brightly in the purple sky, the mysterious pivot turns the eons and determines the primordial chaos.

In the palm of my hand, I can deduce the movement of the stars; under my sleeve, I can calculate the shift of the sun and moon.

"The Wu Peak's solution connects to the Heavenly Dao; a single spark of spiritual light shines eternally."