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

The black-robed cultivator, burning with murderous intent, concentrated all his chilling magical power into his fist.

This strike contained a quasi-saint's profound understanding of the laws; wherever the fist passed, unstable, dark folds appeared.

With such a short distance and such a vast difference in their cultivation levels, even with a thousand different methods, Taibai was completely unable to use them at this moment.

This is an absolute crushing of realms; any skill or magical treasure seems powerless at this moment.

Taibai's magical power circulated instinctively, and his inner world spun wildly, yet he still couldn't break free from the suffocating feeling of being locked in by the quasi-saint's aura.

He could only watch helplessly as the destructive fist approached inch by inch.

Life and death are separated by a mere instant!

Just as the fist was about to strike Taibai's abdomen, a sharp sword cry burst forth from between Taibai's brows.

In an instant, a cyan sword light appeared, flashing and striking the black shadow's fist.

The immense magical power and laws gathered on his fist were torn apart by the cyan sword light.

The sword light, still powerful, continued to penetrate his arm and even his torso.

The dark figure trembled violently and flew backward, instantly creating a hundred-zhang distance between itself and Taibai.

He stopped and looked down at his right arm, which, along with the black mist covering half of his body, was now covered with crisscrossing sword marks.

"hiss--!"

The shadowy figure gasped, his voice filled with obvious apprehension:

"A sword aura that reaches the heavens—no wonder you're the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones; they really dote on you!"

Although that sword strike was merely a protective sword aura left behind by the Tongtian Sect Master, its fierce sword intent was enough to threaten an ordinary Quasi-Saint.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and retreated in time, and if he hadn't been a non-physical being, the injury would have been far more severe than just a simple injury.

The moment the sword energy burst forth, Taibai felt a heat between his brows, and then the deadly lock-on sensation vanished abruptly.

He had no time to feel fear or argue, and hurriedly transmitted his voice to Maitreya:

"Have you thought of a solution? Can you contact your two senior uncles, Jieyin and Zhunti, immediately?"

He knew that relying solely on a protective sword aura could only hold out for a short time and was not a long-term solution; he had to seek help immediately.

Maitreya was also shocked by the near-death experience, and upon hearing this, his fat face lost all its usual smile, replaced by solemnity and anxiety.

He quickly tried several secret communication methods, but his expression immediately turned even more grim, and he said urgently:

"No! Senior brother, the space here has been completely disrupted and sealed off. Ordinary methods of communication..."

Even my connection with my teacher's lineage has been severed; no messages can be exchanged! Should we temporarily comply with his suggestion and hand over the spiritual treasure?

Taibai knew in his heart that even if they handed over the spiritual treasure, the other party would never let them go.

He understood the principle of eliminating problems at their root, and the powerful being before him with unfathomable cultivation would understand it even better.

"Foolish! You think you can live by handing it over? If we can't contact our martial uncle now, this place will be our final resting place!"

Before he could finish speaking, the black-robed Taoist seemed to have completely lost his patience.

The shadowy figure moved, and in the next instant, he stood silently in front of Taibai.

Before Taibai could act, the black-robed cultivator struck again.

This time, he did not get close; he merely raised his hand and made a fist, condensing a blazing fireball in his palm.

The black-robed cultivator raised his arm, and a fireball shot through the air, heading straight for Taibai and Maitreya.

Without time to think it through, Taibai could only leap forward, attempting to block the attack with his own body.

Just as the fireball was about to touch his body, another white light shone from within him.

Where the light passed, the fireball vanished silently.

The white light, still carrying considerable momentum, continued to shoot towards the black-robed cultivator.

The black-robed cultivator was prepared this time, and with a slight shift of his body, he easily dodged the attack.

In that instant, Taibai had silently grasped the Bodhi seed in his palm.

"You have at most three protective auras like this on you. Wouldn't it be easier to just hand over the spiritual treasure and leave?"

"Senior, if we hand over the spiritual treasure, can you make a heavenly oath to spare us?"

"If you swear an oath, I will immediately offer up all the treasures."

"Hmph. This ignorant brat dares to negotiate with me?"

The black-robed cultivator feigned anger, once again gathering the power of the laws, and unleashed a deafening attack on Taibai.

Just as the attack was about to strike, Taibai suddenly raised his hands, placed the Bodhi seed in front of him, and poured in his own magical power.

boom!!!

The two forces collided violently, the deafening roar echoing across the surrounding area. Taibai and Maitreya were violently thrown away by the raging shockwave.

The Bodhi seed that had taken the blow was reduced to dust and scattered by the wind.

Maitreya was deeply shaken by this scene, and when he looked at Taibai again, a complex envy appeared in his eyes.

The envy reached its peak, especially the moment the bodhi seed shattered.

Meanwhile, in Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti, who was meditating on the Primordial Purple Qi with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, his fingers rapidly forming hand seals, and his expression changed instantly:

"Senior brother, Maitreya is in trouble. I'll be right back!"

He sensed that the protective Bodhi seed had shattered, and hurriedly said a few words to the guide before his figure transformed into a streak of light and swiftly fled in the direction where the aura had dissipated.

At this moment, Taibai and Maitreya staggered to their feet and looked at the dark figure in front of them, their backs soaked with cold sweat.

"Senior brother...can we hold out until the teacher arrives?" Maitreya's voice was strained.

"Enough talk, just try it and you'll see!"

Taibai gritted his teeth and shouted in response, summoning the twelve-petaled Pure World White Lotus and pouring all his magical power into it.

The lotus platform shone brightly, transforming into a hazy light barrier that barely protected the two of them.

At the critical moment of life and death, Maitreya held nothing back and transferred all his magical power into Taibai's body.

In an instant, the twelve-petaled Pure White Lotus burst forth with a burst of pure light, its shadow stretching out and transforming into a ten-zhang-sized light barrier that enveloped the two of them.

The black-robed cultivator had clearly sensed the fluctuations caused by the shattering of the Bodhi seed.

Although he was not afraid of Jieyin and Zhunti, if he fought against cultivators of the same realm, he could not guarantee that his true identity would be exposed.

The black-robed cultivator suddenly raised both hands, his left hand pulsating with crimson flames, while his right hand was enveloped in a dark, annihilating aura.

Two completely different laws intertwined and merged in his palm, condensing into a ball of laws intertwined with dark red and pitch black.

However, he did not stop, and a second, identical orb quickly formed in his other hand.

"go."

The shadowy figure swung its arms, and two magic orbs, one in front of the other, hurtled through the air.

The twelve-petaled pure white lotus trembled violently, its clear light surging.

However, even with the combined efforts of Taiyi and Jinxian, the power that the Pure World White Lotus could unleash was ultimately limited.

The magic orb crashed into the lotus barrier, and the defense of the twelve-petaled Pure World White Lotus shattered instantly.

Taibai and Maitreya both coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward.

At this moment, the Taiqing Immortal Technique hidden within Taibai's body was also activated.

A burst of celestial light appeared, and in a single glance, it silently dissolved the attack containing the laws of fire and the power of annihilation.

Immediately afterwards, the celestial light did not dissipate, but instead condensed in mid-air, transforming into a hazy, ethereal image of Taiqing.

The phantom held a whisk and with a gentle wave, the second magic orb vanished.

The next moment, the illusory figure of Taiqing suddenly moved forward, attacking the black-robed cultivator.

The black-robed cultivator showed no fear, only coldly snorting:

"You think you can stop me with just a wisp of residual magic?"

He flipped his palm to meet the attack, his fingers entwined with laws, and in just three breaths, he had shattered the Taiqing phantom into specks of light.

"Tsk, the Three Pure Ones certainly know how to protect them well."

The black-robed cultivator spoke in a somber tone, but did not continue his attack. He merely gazed at Taibai, who was barely managing to sit up, from afar.

"Boy, those magical treasures are temporarily entrusted to you. I will come back for them sooner or later."