Primordial Era: Reborn Kong Xuan, Steady Cultivation

The Yuan Tu and A Bi swords are supreme weapons of slaughter, untouched by karma, with unparalleled sharpness. The Karmic Fire Red Lotus provides unmatched defense and can burn away all karma. Standing on them, one is invincible. The Northern Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag is one of the five innate flags, with unparalleled water control abilities in the primordial world. In this sea of ​​blood, its power is amplified even more!

"Especially the Karmic Fire Red Lotus and the Profound Origin Water Control Flag..." Kong Xuan's gaze was solemn as he silently made his calculations.

These two treasures, one concerning karma and defense, and the other governing all waters, are both top-tier innate spiritual treasures, containing vast and boundless power of laws, and closely connected to the Blood Sea environment and the source of the Styx River.

Although his Treasure-Dropping Coin was incredibly powerful, claiming to be able to drop any treasure below the level of a Primordial Treasure, it was still uncertain whether it could drop such a precious treasure, which was of such high quality and deeply bound to the origin of its master's Daoist temple.

Even if they could land, the amount of personal luck they would need to expend would probably be astronomical!

"Perhaps before the treasure even falls, I'll be drained of my luck by the backlash, consumed by karmic flames, and perish on the spot!"

This thought sent a chill down Kong Xuan's spine.

The Treasure Drop Coin is not a panacea; its cost is proportional to the grade of the target treasure and the degree of connection with its luck.

The two core spiritual treasures of the Styx Ancestor clearly belong to the category of "extremely high cost and extremely high risk".

And there are many other top-tier innate saints like him in the primordial world.

However, these distant thoughts about the struggle for top-tier power and precious treasures are not directly related to Kong Xuan's immediate priorities.

Even if he were to encounter such a situation in the future, his first choice would be to avoid it altogether, and he would never willingly get involved in any of the consequences.

He knew all too well the intricate web of cause and effect, and the profound and extensive connections within the vast universe.

Once you have had a deep interaction with those top-tier saints who stand at the forefront of the times and are destined to stir up the world, it's like being trapped in an invisible vortex, from which you can no longer control yourself.

Their grand ambitions, sectarian conflicts, and epic battles—any one of these ripples, if they spread, would be enough to crush those involved into dust.

Looking at the "future" he knows, what will become of those innate deities who once looked down on the primordial world and enjoyed boundless glory?

The Three Pure Ones, brothers fighting amongst themselves, were ultimately forbidden by the Dao Ancestor from emerging into the world except during a great calamity, effectively confining them. The twins of the Sun Star, Di Jun and Tai Yi, saw their grand ambitions ultimately come to naught, perishing tragically in the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, their true spirits barely surviving. The Demon Master Kunpeng and the Styx Ancestor, though they miraculously survived, were either severely injured or forced into seclusion for various reasons, making it difficult for them to stir up any more storms and fading from the center of the prehistoric stage.

Upon closer examination, it seems that only Nuwa, who embodies the will of Heaven and Earth, is compassionate, remains detached from worldly affairs most of the time, and does not actively participate in the struggle for supremacy, has been able to weather numerous tribulations relatively smoothly, maintain her sacred position, and live a peaceful and carefree life.

"The lessons of the past are still fresh in my mind." Kong Xuan's mind became clearer and more resolute. "What I seek is not the power of heaven and earth, nor the destiny of any religion, but my own transcendence and the longevity of the Great Dao. Now that I know where the whirlpool is, why should I walk into its trap?"

His path is to cautiously acquire resources to solidify his foundation, to skillfully avoid known calamities, to accumulate strength during relatively safe periods, and to find a peaceful place amidst the entanglements of cause and effect, quietly cultivating his own path.

The way to survive and protect oneself in the long run is to avoid establishing a great religion, striving for hegemony, and easily creating deep karmic entanglements.

Therefore, the magical power of the Styx Ancestor, the future sectarian conflict among the Three Pure Ones, and the demon race's hegemony of Emperor Jun and Taiyi...

These scenes of a primordial future, both magnificent and extremely dangerous, were troubles he needed to avoid.

Having made up his mind, Kong Xuan no longer hesitated.

Within his primordial spirit, he re-examined and comprehended the true meaning of the "Scripture of Salvation" and the "Rebirth Mantra," which he had heard by chance in his previous life but clearly remembered in this life. Although he did not know whether they were applicable in this primordial sea of ​​blood, the compassion, liberation, and purification contained within them might serve as a reference.

Immediately, he took a step forward, his body surrounded by a shimmering five-colored protective light, and resolutely crossed the blurry boundary, truly entering the realm of the sea of ​​blood.

"Woo! Awooo!"

The moment he stepped into the sea of ​​blood, the entire crimson sea seemed to come alive!

Countless vengeful spirits, dazed and confused, with distorted faces and exuding overwhelming resentment and bloodlust, surged forth from beneath the sea, from the blood mist, and from all directions, howling and roaring!

They were so densely packed that they almost blocked out the view, filled with an instinctive hatred and a desire to devour all living beings, as if they wanted to drag this intruder into an eternal sea of ​​blood.

Kong Xuan remained expressionless, his internal magical power surging slightly, and the five-colored divine light protecting his body suddenly brightened, transforming into a layer of tough yet gentle light shield.

The vengeful spirits that rushed forward crashed into the light barrier with a hissing sound. Like ice and snow meeting the sun, the malevolent energy was slightly worn down by the purifying power of the five elements contained in the five-colored divine light. However, there were simply too many of them. One after another, they piled up layer upon layer of struggling and howling vengeful spirits outside the light barrier in an instant, creating a terrifying scene.

However, Kong Xuan felt somewhat relieved.

These blood-soaked souls may seem terrifying, but in reality, they are mentally dulled, driven only by instinct and resentment. Their attack methods are singular, and their power is relatively dispersed.

With his Golden Immortal cultivation level combined with the protection of the Five-Colored Divine Light, he could withstand it without much pressure, and they did not pose a substantial threat for the time being.

As for completely shattering them and annihilating them, Kong Xuan didn't even consider it.

This not only goes against his original intention of trying to gain merit, but may also alarm the beings deeper within by killing a large number of souls in the sea of ​​blood, which would be the real catastrophe.

Despite the onslaught of countless souls, he slowly ventured into the sea of ​​blood, traveling approximately a thousand miles into its depths.

This distance is both far from the relatively safe boundary and not too far into the core area.

Kong Xuan stopped his steps above a sea of ​​blood where the dead were particularly numerous but there were no unusual phenomena.

He sat cross-legged in mid-air, with five-colored divine light naturally spreading out beneath him, like a miniature five-colored lotus platform, supporting his figure and slightly isolating the surging waves of blood and the resentful souls rushing towards him.

His eyes were slightly closed, his hands forming an ancient and serene mudra, no longer paying attention to the endless wails and attacks of the vengeful spirits outside.

Then, using his own magical power as a guide, he combined his understanding of the path of purification and liberation, transforming the true meaning of the scriptures of salvation that he silently recited in his heart into strands of peaceful, clear, and soothing and guiding strange Taoist sounds, which he slowly chanted from his mouth.

The sound was not loud, but it carried a rhythm that penetrated the soul, ignoring the shrieks of the vengeful spirits, and spreading clearly in all directions.

At first, the surrounding ghosts attacked the light barrier even more frantically.

But gradually, some of the vengeful spirits rushing to the front, directly enveloped by that strange Daoist sound, seemed to show a very slight pause in their frenzied movements. The blood on their faces, filled with pain and resentment, seemed to fade for a moment, and a trace of blank emptiness seemed to flash across the chaotic ferocity in their eyes...