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

Along the way, Hongyun traveled unimpeded, encountering neither the Kunpeng nor any ordinary attacks.

This excessive calmness gradually eased the tension in his heart.

However, he did not know that this success was entirely due to Zhen Yuanzi's constant concealment of his aura and his long-range presence from behind.

Meanwhile, Kunpeng and Styx, who had been lurking in the shadows, were unable to find a suitable opportunity to strike because they had seen Zhen Yuanzi.

Just as Kunpeng and Styx hesitated because of Zhen Yuanzi's presence, an unexpected change occurred.

Zhen Yuanzi, who had been firmly locking onto the aura of the red cloud within a radius of ten thousand miles, suddenly paused.

He sensed that the familiar crimson cloud aura had vanished.

It did not hide or flee, but was erased from the sky, leaving no trace.

Almost simultaneously, Kunpeng and Styx, hidden on the other side, also keenly noticed Zhen Yuanzi's abrupt pause.

"Has someone made a move against Hongyun?"

The same thought flashed through their minds at the same time, but neither of them took any action.

Even if Hongyun's aura suddenly disappeared, Zhen Yuanzi was too close. If he were to appear now, it would be tantamount to exposing himself in front of him.

At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi's heart was in turmoil.

He made a series of hand gestures, trying to deduce the location of the red cloud, but the heavenly secrets were in complete chaos, obscuring all clues about the red cloud.

"What's going on? Is it Di Jun's Hetu Luoshu, or... has a sage intervened?"

The next moment, Zhen Yuanzi stopped his futile calculations and suddenly accelerated, starting to frantically search the surrounding area with the last disappearance of the red cloud as the center.

However, perhaps it was because his mind was in turmoil, or perhaps it was because the power that obscured the secrets of heaven was secretly misleading him.

The direction he rushed off in was the same path Hongyun had taken, the opposite of the direction Hongyun had actually left.

As he searched, he unknowingly returned to the edge of Longevity Mountain. When he caught sight of the outline of Wuzhuang Temple in the distance, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly stopped, a chill running down his spine.

"Oh no! Hongyun is in danger!"

The book on the ground in his sleeve shone brightly, and the hazy yellow mist transformed into a solid light shield protecting his entire body.

Immediately, he sped off at several times the speed of before, heading in the direction Hongyun was supposed to go, his divine sense spreading out without regard for its consumption.

At this moment, Hongyun continued to travel forward at a leisurely pace, still harboring a sliver of hope that Heaven would take pity on him and allow him to stumble upon that elusive opportunity to become a saint.

However, a crack suddenly appeared in the void behind them, and a shadowy figure attacked, moving much faster than Hongyun could react.

Despite his desperate attempt to turn sideways at the last moment, a claw-like gust of wind still swept heavily across his ribs, shattering the protective immortal light around him and instantly staining his robes with a dazzling crimson.

"Kunpeng! What do you want to do?!"

Hongyun grunted and retreated several feet. A flash of red light appeared in his sleeve, and the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd was already hanging in front of him. The mouth of the gourd was slightly tilted, and red sand was flowing inside.

He suppressed his injuries and rapidly spread his divine sense in all directions.

Upon hearing this, my heart sank.

From all directions, in the dim light, powerful auras emerged one after another.

The pressure alone was from quasi-saint level beings, numbering no less than a dozen.

These people had clearly been lying in wait for a long time, just waiting for the right opportunity.

"I never expected that Fellow Daoist Kunpeng would be able to invite so many like-minded people for my sake."

"Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken. These people were not invited by me. They simply saw that the window paper had been torn and were too lazy to hide anymore."

He was well aware that the allure of the Primordial Purple Qi was too great, and he was by no means the only one secretly coveting it.

When it comes to speed, Kunpeng is confident that he is second to none in the entire prehistoric world, except for Dijun and Taiyi.

Even if Blood Sea Styx's cultivation level was similar to his, if he was determined to leave, the other party would have a very difficult time catching up.

This is the source of his confidence to take the lead in launching an attack.

"Fellow Daoists, there is only a wisp of Primordial Purple Qi, but there are no fewer than a dozen hidden in the shadows."

Even if we were to succeed by sheer luck today, to whom would this purple aura belong?

As Hongyun's voice fell, a subtle fluctuation of energy rippled in the shadows, clearly indicating that her words had stirred up certain thoughts.

Seeing that it was effective, he pressed his advantage and said:

"If this Kunpeng Daoist, who is known for his speed in the prehistoric world, were to obtain the purple aura, then ask yourselves, who could catch up with him?"

If he is determined to leave, who among those present today is confident they can stop him?

The next moment, more than ten figures, including Styx, emerged from the void and surrounded the red cloud in the center.

Seeing this, Hongyun had a thought, and the wisp of primordial purple energy emerged from between his brows, which he gently tossed outwards in full view of everyone.

"The purple aura is here; whoever stands until the end will have it!"

Before the words were even finished, the wisp of purple energy had already transformed into a streak of light and sped away into the distant sky.

A moment of silence followed, then a deafening roar erupted.

The vast majority of cultivators could no longer restrain themselves and transformed into streaks of light, frantically chasing after the purple aura.

In an instant, only three people remained in the arena.

Kunpeng and Styx did not move an inch; instead, their energy completely locked onto Hongyun.

"Fellow Daoists, aren't you going to compete for that Primordial Purple Qi?"

"Fellow Daoist Styx, let's force him to hand over the true Purple Qi first. We can discuss how to divide it afterward."

"Can."

Styx responded indifferently, his body surging with crimson light, and a churning, bloody phantom appeared beneath his feet.

With the alliance formed, the two held nothing back.

The Demon Master's Palace appeared behind Kunpeng; Styx spread his sleeves and formed a blood sea array.

As for the purple energy within Hongyun's primordial spirit, they were not worried at all.

If the Primordial Purple Qi could be so easily dispersed or taken away, it wouldn't be considered the foundation for becoming a saint.

Hongyun suddenly clasped her hands together, her hand seals changing rapidly, and the clouds around her surged, making her figure appear ethereal and unpredictable in an instant.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Kunpeng and Styx attacked almost simultaneously, with the Demon Master Palace suppressing down and the sea of ​​blood raging forth.

boom!!!

The wind and clouds shattered, space collapsed, and as the aftershocks subsided and the dust settled, the original spot was completely empty.

There was no Primordial Purple Qi, no Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd, and even the aura of the Red Cloud had completely disappeared.

Only at the edge of the sky, a wisp of cloud, so faint as to be almost invisible, was dissipating into the heavens at an incredible speed.

This is Hongyun's innate escape technique, where he transforms into clouds and mist, disappearing without a trace when dispersed and taking form when gathered.

"Chase!"

At the same time, the group of cultivators who were arguing fiercely over the fake purple aura behind them finally noticed something was amiss.

On the other hand, Hongyun thought that he might have a chance to survive by relying on his innate escape technique, but suddenly several bells rang out from the heavens.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A dark yellow ancient bell crashed down fiercely towards the red clouds.

The Eastern Emperor Bell struck, encompassing all directions and sealing off the eight extremes.

Hongyun was already injured, and her escape technique was too hasty, making it difficult for her to change direction. She was hit squarely by Donghuang Zhong.

"puff."

The clouds dissipated, the red light shattered, and Hongyun staggered out, his innate escape technique abruptly interrupted.

"This Primordial Purple Qi, my Demon Court will take it."

Donghuang Taiyi slowly descended from the high heavens, his feet treading on the void, holding the Donghuang Bell in his hand, and swept his gaze over the many wounded powerful beings below.

"Fellow Daoists, please withdraw. Demon Master, what do you say?"

Kunpeng nodded slowly. Although he was fast, Donghuang Taiyi had the Chaos Bell to suppress space and time, and Dijun had the Hetu Luoshu to deduce the secrets of heaven. If the two of them joined forces, he might not be able to escape.

Styx merely snorted coldly, his body surging with blood-red light, and he did not back down.

His confidence stemmed from the fact that the sea of ​​blood would never dry up and the River Styx would never die.

Even with the Demon Court's immense power, it would be no easy task to completely capture him.

As for the other powerful beings, they looked at each other, feeling unwilling, but also knowing that it would be difficult to please those under the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Nowadays, most people simply flick their sleeves, their figures fade, and they disappear from the spot.

However, they did not actually leave. Instead, they concealed their presence and hid in the surrounding void, waiting for an opportunity to strike.