Primordial Era: Starting with Self-Created Mythical Great Luo Law

"Haha, as long as you emerge from seclusion alive, what crime have you committed? If we're really going to settle accounts, that brat Hongyun should be the one to bear the blame for 'breaking his promise'!"

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head and smiled bitterly, but there was no blame in his tone—the siege of the Blood Fiend Sect was a matter of life and death for all living beings, and could not be taken lightly.

However, Hongyun has been gone for over a hundred years without a word; and Qinglian Daoist has suddenly gone to the Netherworld Blood Sea to invite the Styx Ancestor. He left without a sound and returned in seclusion, as if he were seriously injured. How can people not be restless?

Now that the Twelfth-Grade Creation Lotus has returned, the Blood Fiend Array collapsed instantly, the Blood Fiend Sect suffered a severe blow, and its remaining forces scattered, no longer a threat. The Azure Lotus Daoist's determination to eradicate them grew even stronger.

With the three great masters joining forces, how can we fear that the Blood Fiend Sect will not be destroyed? How can we fear that the Blood Fiend Ancestor will not die?

Decades passed in the blink of an eye. The Red Cloud Daoist, weary from his journey, stepped into the mountain gate. Upon hearing of the Netherworld Blood Sea, he immediately looked at the Green Lotus Daoist, his face filled with emotion, and bowed deeply: "Many thanks to you, fellow Daoist, for personally going to the Blood Sea and persuading the Styx Ancestor! The perils along the way were all caused by this humble Daoist; I am truly unworthy of such praise!"

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Hongyun, what makes you say that? If it weren't for this trip, how could I have obtained this innate spiritual treasure to protect me? And how could I have made such a loyal friend as you!" Daoist Qinglian smiled broadly, as open and honest as ever.

For him, the Blood Fiend Ancestor was both a life-or-death ordeal and a divine opportunity, so how could he blame Hongyun?

Innate spiritual treasure!

Hongyun's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of envy flashing across them, but she didn't ask any further questions—such a treasure was not something that could be found ordinary. Instead, she asked seriously, "May I ask Fellow Daoist Qinglian, when will Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong be able to recover?"

With four people going out together, the chances of winning far exceed those of three people; it is undoubtedly a foolproof strategy.

"Dong Wanggong was trapped in the Blood Fiend Array for decades, and his pure Yang energy was almost exhausted. When he broke the array, he fought with all his might, and his Dao foundation was severely damaged. He will have to go into seclusion for at least a thousand years before he can return to his peak."

After a quick calculation, Qinglian Daoist knew that Dongwanggong needed to recuperate for at least another thousand years. If he were to leave seclusion hastily, it might damage the very foundation of his Pure Yang Dao Fruit.

"A thousand years? The Blood Fiend Cult has probably slaughtered countless of our comrades, or quietly regrouped their demonic energy, or even restored the Blood Fiend Formation to its original state—have we not missed this golden opportunity!"

Upon hearing this, Daoist Hongyun lowered his brows, spoke in a low voice, and looked utterly dejected.

"Very well. For us, a thousand years is but a single breath, a fleeting dream. It's just that such a good opportunity is hard to come by again, which is ultimately a pity."

After hundreds of years of investigation, both overt and covert, how could Hongyun not know the extent of the Blood Fiend Cult's rampage? It was precisely because he knew their ferocity that he was even more wary, hoping that the Eastern King would come out of seclusion and that the four of them could join forces before daring to strike at the heart of the cult.

The Pure Yang Dao Fruit can burn away evil spirits, and the Innate Pure Yang Sword is specifically designed to counter blood evil—when both are used together, it is enough to eliminate future troubles and prevent them from reigniting.

Zhen Yuanzi, however, remained calm, stroking his beard and saying, "Young friend, do not be hasty. After a thousand years, what merit or ability does the Blood Fiend Sect possess to rise again?"

"Besides, now that the Blood Fiend Ancestor has lost the protection of the great formation, the three of us alone are enough to raze his lair. Why bother waiting for the Eastern King Duke to emerge from seclusion?"

A Great Luo Golden Immortal should possess a heart as still as water and a Daoist heart as firm as a rock, unmoved by external circumstances. But now, the Red Cloud Daoist—

His heart had strayed, his thoughts had become entangled. As long as the Blood Fiend Sect remained intact and the Blood Fiend Ancestor lived, he would never have peace of mind. His cultivation stagnated, and he was even on the verge of death.

"Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan is absolutely right. Fellow Daoist Hongyun, please do not be hasty. The Blood Fiend Formation has been destroyed, its foundation has collapsed, and its fortune is about to run out. It is merely the last gasp of a spent arrow. If we join forces, we can surely finish it off in one fell swoop. Why waste a thousand years?"

Although there are many primordial treasures, only three to five can suppress the fortune of a sect.

With the loss of the Twelfth-Grade Creation Lotus by the Blood Fiend Ancestor, the already crumbling Blood Fiend Sect was dealt another blow, like a broken spine. Therefore, the Azure Lotus Daoist confidently asserted: victory in this battle is assured.

He glanced at Hongyun discreetly, sighed softly in his heart, and said nothing more.

Hongyun was a primordial deity descended to earth, having long since attained the status of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Moreover, he resided in Huoyun Cave—the head of the thirty-six primordial grotto-heavens and the crown of the seventy-two blessed lands. He should have had a smooth and unobstructed path to the Great Dao.

Unfortunately, he was honest and straightforward, naive to the dangers of the world, and easily swayed by external influences.

Without any innate spiritual treasures to protect his fortune, living in the Fire Cloud Cave for a long time caused his life force to quietly dissipate.

Without any supreme treasure to stabilize the situation, or any immeasurable merit to protect it, who can sit securely in the Fiery Cloud Cave without suffering any loss?

"Thank you both for pointing it out! It's because Hongyun is too obsessed, almost losing his Dao heart!"

Before he could finish speaking, a chill ran down his spine, and a cold sweat broke out. He was suddenly struck by the realization that a demon had been born within him. After a moment's thought, he rose, bowed, and solemnly addressed Qinglian Daoist and Zhen Yuanzi: "I will immediately go into seclusion for several years to cleanse my mind of all distractions, and then join you two in venturing to Blood Fiend Mountain to eradicate the demonic influence."

The Taoist Qinglian and Zhen Yuanzi exchanged a smile and said in unison, "Excellent!"

Knowing that her mental obstacles had manifested, Hongyun said nothing more. Her body shimmered with light, and in a flash, she headed straight for the quiet room.

Qinglian Daoist watched him leave, a slight thought stirring in his heart: "Years ago, when Dao Ancestor Hongjun was preaching in Zixiao Palace, Hongyun first offered his seat to Jieyin, which angered Zhunti, who then threw Kunpeng off his prayer mat, severing his chance to attain enlightenment—and since then, Kunpeng has harbored deep resentment."

"Later, Hongjun bestowed upon him the Primordial Purple Qi, and Hongyun obtained a Dao. Overjoyed, he went mad, unaware of the undercurrents in the palace. He neither became a disciple of the Dao Ancestor nor heard of the true meaning of Hunyuan."

"Instead of leaving the palace in haste, he was determined to return to the Fire Cloud Cave to refine the Purple Qi, which aroused the envy and interest of several powerful demons."

One wrong step, and everything falls apart. How lamentable, how lamentable.

There is fate within tribulation, and tribulation hidden within fate.

Between gain and loss, which is more important? Even the Daoist Ancestor Hongjun never wrote a definitive conclusion.

Seeing that Daoist Qinglian remained silent for a long time, only lowering his eyes in thought, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist, are you worried about Ancestor Xue Sha? Or... Hong Yun?"

The Azure Lotus Daoist raised his eyes and slowly shook his head: "The Blood Fiend Ancestor is nothing to worry about. Even if the three of us don't come out, Heaven and Earth will send down the one destined for this calamity to annihilate him."

"On the contrary, Fellow Daoist Hongyun is naive and ignorant of the vastness of the primordial world, yet he is warm-hearted and cultivates good relationships with many. If this continues, karma will entangle him like vines, and sooner or later it will lead to a great disaster—even with your and my protection, we cannot guarantee his safety."

As the Primordial Chaos was about to end, the Blood Fiend Cult suddenly appeared. Hongyun ran around shouting, inviting all the great powers to join him in attacking it.

This calamity, though seemingly sudden, was actually lurking within the shifting tides of fate. Fortunately, Hongyun had the assistance of Daoist Qinglian and Zhen Yuanzi, so he was temporarily safe.

The Azure Lotus Daoist was originally born from the innate five elements spiritual root, and was born with a line of fortune and merit; now he is in charge of the innate spiritual treasure, the Twelve-Grade Creation Azure Lotus, with a heavy destiny and long-lasting fortune.

Zhen Yuanzi also possesses the Book of Earth and the Ginseng Fruit Tree guarding his origin, ensuring his fortune remains as stable as a mountain. With the two joining forces, protecting Hongyun for a time is certainly not a difficult task.

But protecting it once is acceptable; protecting it twice is to be done with effort; but protecting it repeatedly will inevitably damage one's own foundation.

"If Fellow Daoist Hongyun also possessed a primordial spiritual treasure to suppress his fortune, that would be fine. But he was unlucky enough to not obtain such a treasure, and as time went on, his fortune gradually diminished, and calamities arose on his own."