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

Not long after they started walking, on the side of a rugged mountain shrouded in mist, Taibai spotted a familiar figure slowly descending from above.

He possessed an elegant and refined demeanor, with a natural flow of Taoist charm emanating from him.

Li Bai took two steps in one and stepped forward to respectfully bow to the side of the road:

"Disciple Taibai greets Martial Aunt Nuwa."

"Oh? It's you. I didn't expect to run into you here."

"Uncle-Master, may I have the honor of serving by your side and experiencing life together?"

Although my cultivation is shallow, I may be able to handle some trivial matters for you, doing my bit in the small way.

"It is fate that you have this intention. Since you are here by chance, come with me."

Li Bai was overjoyed and immediately bowed again:

"Thank you for your kindness, Uncle-Master! I will certainly follow your instructions carefully and never make a mistake."

After descending the mountain, the two walked slowly through the wilderness.

All I saw along the way was the law of the jungle, with endless battles and conflicts.

Nuwa is usually serene, and only when she witnesses the tragic deaths of living beings and the bloodshed of cultivators will a faint ripple appear in her eyes.

It was not shock or anger, but a compassion and contemplation that seemed almost like the gaze of Heaven.

As they reached the shores of the East China Sea, Taibai suddenly sensed intense energy fluctuations emanating from the distant sea, accompanied by deafening shouts of battle.

Taibai pointed towards the core of the energy burst and asked Nuwa beside him:

"Uncle-Master, the energy there is violent and chaotic. Is the Dragon Clan at war with another race?"

"This is no ordinary battle. It is the Demon Court's army attacking the Dragon Clan of the East Sea."

Taibai gazed into the distance, and though he couldn't see clearly, he could imagine that beneath the azure waves lay a sea stained with blood, scales flying everywhere, and countless aquatic creatures and demons perishing in the battle.

After a long silence, he seemed to sense something and whispered:

"Alas, yet another calamity has swept away billions of lives... In this primordial world, wars rage on and the malevolent energy grows ever stronger."

If there were a being born with the body of the Dao, needing no arduous transformation, whose nature was close to the Dao, who did not desire bravery or violence, and who did not recklessly engage in killing...

Able to govern one's temperament with compassion and wisdom... perhaps only this race,

Only then will they truly deserve the title of "Protagonist of Heaven and Earth," bringing true order and peace to this primordial world.

A mysterious light suddenly flashed in Nuwa's eyes, which had always been as still as a deep pool.

She suddenly turned her head and glanced at Taibai.

Taibai's seemingly sighing words resonated deep within her Daoist heart.

But Nuwa quickly shook her head, rejecting the idea.

"Worldly benefits are finite. If you don't fight and grab, how can a clan grow strong? Your idea... is far too naive."

"Strengthening a race does not necessarily require plundering. For example, the Wu tribe is not good at creating wealth and often worries about food and drink."

If that's the case, why not try cultivating easily grown and readily available spiritual grains to alleviate hunger?

For example, they can also negotiate with the demon race, who have gained sentience, for the blood offerings they need.

They exchanged the ores and spiritual materials collected by the witch clan for those beasts that had not yet developed sentience.

After all, only those who have awakened their intelligence and achieved success in cultivation can be called "a member of the demon race".

Those ignorant beasts are simply part of the food chain of heaven and earth; taking them does not violate the natural order, but rather creates an opportunity for mutual benefit between the two races.

Upon hearing this, Nuwa's eyes shimmered, and she remained silent for a long time.

The sea breeze brushed against her temples, the faint sounds of battle echoed behind her, and before her stood the resolute words of Taibai.

Two voices, two paths, intertwined and collided within her Dao heart.

Finally, she slowly raised her eyes, and after setting up a protective barrier around the two of them, she said:

"What you say... makes some sense. Come, let's go take a look ahead."

At this moment, the defense line that the East Sea Dragon Clan had built up over thousands of years was already in ruins.

Under the command of the Demon Saint Jiuying, the demon army advanced with unstoppable momentum and had already reached the main gate of the East Sea Dragon Palace.

The one leading the way, who was familiar with all the restrictions and arrangements of the Dragon Palace, was none other than the West Sea Dragon King, who should have been a pillar of the Dragon Clan.

The Nine-Headed Serpent revealed part of its true form, its nine ferocious heads swaying in the seawater, radiating overwhelming ferocity.

"Ao Guang! I'm giving you one last chance. Submit to the Demon Court, and the East Sea Dragon Clan's lineage will be preserved!"

Otherwise, today will be the day your East Sea Dragon Palace is expelled and your bloodline is severed!

Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, stood beside Jiu Ying, his expression complex, showing shame and a sense of desperate despair.

He gazed at the tall yet lonely figure before the Dragon Palace gates and hissed as he urged:

"Brother! Let's face reality! The glory of the Ancestral Dragon is long gone, and our Dragon Clan can no longer withstand any more turmoil!"

Submission offers a chance for survival; resistance will bring annihilation! The dragon race cannot perish at our hands!

Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, stood alone before the gate of the Dragon Palace, a gate that symbolized dignity.

His hands hung limply at his sides, trembling slightly.

His once majestic dragon eyes were now filled with terrifying bloodshot veins as he stared intently at his traitorous brother and the demon army in front of him.

"Ao Run, listen to me clearly: a dragon is always a dragon!"

A straight spine, a head that never bows! And certainly not one who, after being slapped on the left cheek, would kneel and lick the right!

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light erupted from his body, and a ten-thousand-foot-tall dragon body appeared, its scales bristling, transforming into a golden rainbow that rushed straight towards the nine-headed, ferocious demon saint, Jiuying.

"The Dragon King has met his end! Dragon warriors, follow me and kill!"

Behind them, the remaining dragon elders, and even those lowly shrimp soldiers and crab generals, roared with earth-shattering force, and without further hesitation or retreat, they charged towards the demon court army.

In an instant, cries of sorrow and roars of fury mingled, turning this sea area into a living hell.

High above the heavens, within the barrier.

Taibai stood quietly beside Nuwa, looking at Ao Guang with a strange expression, and muttered to himself:

"Isn't Ao Guang... a 'lecherous old dragon' in later legends?"

Who would have thought... such unyielding integrity? Indeed, rumors can be misleading, and history's pen is like a knife...

Unfortunately, the Dragon Clan is burdened by karmic debts, which restricts their cultivation. The Golden Immortal realm is already the peak of the clan.

Ao Guang was already at his limit in maintaining his Great Luo realm, so how could he possibly contend with the Nine Infants, who was at the Quasi-Saint level?

With just one strike, Ao Guang was knocked down by Jiu Ying.

"An ant trying to shake a tree."

Nine-Headed Serpent's killing intent was palpable, and its Quasi-Saint aura erupted completely, ready to deliver a fatal blow and end the war once more.

Taibai turned to Nuwa, who stood calmly beside him, and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle-Master, should we intervene?"

"No need. The Dragon Clan is the most profound of the three innate races. The real old monsters should come out soon."

Just as the Nine-Headed Serpent's killing move was about to strike, the seawater in front of Ao Guang suddenly solidified, turning into a water curtain.

Boom!

The Nine-Headed Serpent's all-out attack was absorbed by the water curtain, and then a terrifying backlash erupted, sending the unsuspecting Nine-Headed Serpent flying backward.

"Nine-Headed Serpent... do you think my dragon race has no one to rely on?!"

A middle-aged man in a golden robe appeared from the sea and raised his hand to make a fist towards the distant demon army.

The seawater in that area suddenly transformed into an invisible pressure, crushing thousands of demon cultivators into clouds of blood mist.

"Yinglong? Hahaha, what good is your life?"

I absolutely do not believe that the karma of the dragon race has no effect on you!

"I will ask one last time: Submit to the Demon Court, and the East Sea may survive! Otherwise..."

"That depends on whether you have the ability!"

Yinglong suddenly transformed into a five-clawed golden dragon that blotted out the sky, its murderous golden eyes even surpassing Jiuying and shooting straight at the traitor Ao Run behind it.

The Nine-Headed Serpent's demonic body blocked the attack, revealing its nine-headed form. Each of its nine heads spewed out nine kinds of destructive energy, meeting Yinglong head-on.

Just as the two quasi-saints were about to clash with their full-force attacks.

Nuwa, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally made her move.

With a light tap of her jade-like finger, a phantom scroll unfolded out of thin air, stretching across the sea.

In the landscape painting, rivers flow backward and mountains absorb power, swallowing all the terrifying attacks of Yinglong and Jiuying into the world depicted.

Yinglong and Jiuying were both greatly alarmed.

The fact that it could absorb a quasi-saint's attack so easily meant either that the treasure was extremely powerful or that its master's cultivation far surpassed theirs.

Jiuying focused intently on the aura of the spiritual treasure and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.