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

Although the poem is short, its meaning is clear and obvious, sending a chill down his spine.

His expression changed slightly, and he cursed inwardly:

"If this poem gets out, will the demon race let me go? Who exactly is 'framing' me?"

"This poem was obtained by me from the Pangu Temple."

Upon hearing the words "Pangu Temple," Taibai felt a sudden sense of relief, and his resentment vanished instantly.

"Haha, it was I who spoke rudely just now."

However, the predicament before us is clear:

The Wu tribe was born from the essence and blood of Pangu, and the innate turbidity in their bloodline was in fundamental conflict with the pure energy required by their primordial spirit.

Therefore, the real key to solving the problem of the Wu tribe's lack of primordial spirit lies in how to harmonize and transform the innate turbidity in their blood.

Taibai stood still, pondered for a long time, and after sorting out his thoughts, said to the two ancestral witches:

"My two ancestral shamans, in my humble opinion, the root of the obstacle to the primordial spirit of the shaman clan lies not in seeking it externally, but in the innate turbid qi within the body. If the turbid qi is not transformed, the pure qi is difficult to generate, and the primordial spirit has no way to condense."

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"There are three methods. First, one can accumulate the merits of heaven and earth, and use the power of the righteous and harmonious merits to cleanse the blood and veins of impurities."

Secondly, Mount Buzhou may have residual primordial pure energy, which should only be enough for one ancestral shaman to revive his primordial spirit.

Thirdly, the edge of the sky is the source of pure energy, but if the ancestral shamans go there, they mostly return empty-handed.

"Among the witch clan, the lesser witches have the lightest level of turbidity in their bodies. If they cultivate the primordial spirit path, they might be able to revive their primordial spirit."

Among the Ancestral Witches, Houtu had the lightest level of turbid energy within her body.

If one is willing to try, perhaps a glimpse of the chance for the revival of the primordial spirit can be seen. I wonder if the Ancestral Witch would be willing to give it a try?

As Taibai finished speaking, Xuanming and Houtu both fell into a brief silence.

Although the method has been given, its advantages and disadvantages and its feasibility still need to be carefully weighed.

In the silence, Xuanming suddenly spoke:

"Tell us in detail about the Dao of the Primordial Spirit."

After speaking, she raised her hand and formed a hand seal.

The next moment, a deep horn sounded from the center of the tribe, vast and majestic, echoing through the valley.

Upon hearing the sound, all the sorcerers of this tribe dropped what they were doing and quickly gathered in the open space in front of the altar.

Taibai knew that he was gathering the strength of the entire clan to jointly verify the authenticity of the document.

He had no reason to refuse, nor did he have time to pay attention to what others were thinking. He immediately calmed his mind and eliminated all distracting thoughts.

Within the Purple Palace, he swiftly swept through the numerous Taoist scriptures he had read in his previous life.

In fact, Taibai himself was not particularly proficient in the cultivation of the primordial spirit. He relied on the methods of tempering the physical body and nourishing the soul in the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to make connections with other methods.

However, the Wu tribe also has a body-refining secret method inherited from Pangu. If he were to truly explain the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique," he would likely be exposed immediately.

Left with no other choice, he had to "force the issue upon himself" and try to reorganize some Taoist scriptures on calming the mind, concentrating the spirit, and nourishing the vital energy that he knew from his previous life.

In no time, all the witch cultivators of the entire tribe had gathered in the open space in front of the altar.

The figures moved about, their blood and energy flowing like a forest, and a deep, heavy aura spread out, yet there was no noise whatsoever.

Standing at the very front were the two Ancestral Witches, Houtu and Xuanming.

Beside them stood a burly figure who had just returned.

It was a great shaman wearing simple leather armor, who was now standing with his arms crossed, scrutinizing Taibai with his eyes.

"Let's begin."

"Young friend, please continue. After the sermon is finished, I will open the treasure vault of the Witch Clan for you to choose from."

Taibai looked at the solemnly standing Wu tribe members around him, chuckled dryly, and then sat down cross-legged.

He focused his mind and recited the Taoist scriptures from memory:

"When the spirit is concentrated and the breath is calmed, the sacred embryo is initially formed; the breath follows the embryo and remains, and the true breath endures forever."

With a still mind, coming and going vanish, one remains constant and natural, grasping the essence of the Way…

As soon as the first words were spoken, the surrounding spiritual energy naturally gathered, condensing into golden lotus flowers that slowly bloomed and then drifted towards the witch clan members present, their clear light spreading and their Daoist charm subtly emerging.

High in the sky, clouds surged and shimmered, revealing golden rays of light.

Strands of Taoist chanting descended from the clouds, harmonizing with the chanting of Taibai, echoing leisurely above the tribe.

He chanted the mantra while observing the reactions of the witch clan members out of the corner of his eye.

Their expressions varied: some frowned and closed their eyes; others looked pained.

Many people looked blank, clearly not understanding its meaning at all.

Seeing this, Taibai felt much more at ease.

The presence of a reaction, whether good or bad, indicates that his teachings are not entirely useless; at the very least, they have touched the heart or soul of the listener.

Li Bai's spirits lifted slightly, and he continued reciting the scriptures from memory:

"As the saying goes... the Tao can give birth to one, one can give birth to two, two can give birth to three, and three can give birth to all things."

All things carry yin and embrace yang, and through the interaction of these energies, harmony is achieved. The wonder of the primordial spirit also lies in yin and yang…

A year later.

When the last Daoist character dissipated, he suddenly felt his mind was empty, and there was not a single word left in the scriptures in his mind.

Just then, the ten acres of golden clouds of merit above the sky had taken shape.

"It seems that those scriptures have completed the cultivation principles of condensing the primordial spirit and harmonizing purity and turbidity in the primordial world, which is why so much merit has been bestowed upon them."

Taibai looked up and saw the ten acres of golden clouds, muttering to himself, and then immediately summoned the Gengjin longsword.

The next moment, merits poured down from the sky, and golden light drenched everything, gently enveloping the entire witch tribe.

He controlled the Heavenly Dao's merits and virtues, channeling them all into the Gengjin Longsword.

As merit flowed into the longsword, the sword hummed incessantly, and its originally clear, silvery-white sword light was gradually covered by a layer of golden light.

Taibai gripped the sword hilt and could clearly sense the spirit within the sword rejoicing, as an even sharper and more incomparable power continued to grow within the sword.

As the golden radiance of merit dissipated between heaven and earth, Taibai looked down at the Wu Clan cultivators who were still immersed in the aftershocks of the Daoist aura.

Among them, dozens of people had a humanoid phantom, about an inch tall, appearing above their Niwan Palace or Dantian Qi Sea.

Although the phantom was small, it exhaled a faint, pure spiritual energy, which subtly blended with the original, robust blood and qi of the Wu Clan.

Xuanming, however, frowned deeply and showed no reaction whatsoever to the pervasive Daoist aura.

"It seems that some of the merits bestowed by heaven just now also dispersed into the bodies of these witches along with the Daoist energy. However, as for Xuanming... let's not talk about him."

The extraordinary phenomenon of merit covering ten acres had already alarmed the divine senses of many powerful beings in the primordial world with its magnificent Daoist aura.

Thirty-three heavens away, in the Lingxiao Palace, the Demon Emperor Jun opened his eyes, and a fleeting image of the sun appeared in his eyes.

The next instant, he suddenly stood up, his imperial robes fluttering slightly, and with one step, his figure vanished silently from the palace.

At the same time, Nuwa, who was searching for an opportunity nearby, also sensed something and turned into a beam of light.

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Hongyun, who was talking with Zhenyuanzi, suddenly narrowed his eyes, gazing thoughtfully at the faintly flowing golden clouds on the horizon.

……

Just as Taibai was about to slip away while the Wu tribe was cultivating, he saw that where the golden clouds of merit had dissipated, layers of thunderclouds were rapidly gathering.

"Could this be... the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning?"

He immediately shook his head in self-reproach: "No, no, no, it shouldn't be..."