The Primordial Era: Starting with Jingwei Filling the Sea

Chapter 182 Rescuing Fellow Disciples

Evil Poison Valley, the most famous poison valley in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

This valley was originally just an ordinary poison valley, not particularly dangerous. However, during the initial calamity of the Dragon-Han era, the Five Poison Ancestor of the demonic path perished in this valley. Before his demise, the Five Poison Ancestor's essence of all poisons fell into the valley, corrupting everything within and making the valley incredibly poisonous.

Back then, even Panwang Ancestor, hailed as the foremost expert in poisons among the guests of Zixiao Palace, nearly perished in the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons. He considered himself a master of poisons and ventured into the Valley of Evil Poisons to collect toxic substances, only to be bitten by a Void Poisonous Insect. As a result, it took him over a hundred Yuanhui to force out what the insect had left in his body.

However, the current Evil Poison Valley is not as poisonous as it was during the Lich Wars.

After Panwang the Ancestor attained Quasi-Sainthood, he cleansed the Evil Poison Valley to avenge the arrow wound he received years ago, taking away all the powerful poisonous creatures within. Otherwise, the Golden Spirit Mother, trapped in the Evil Poison Valley, probably wouldn't have survived more than a few days.

Even so, Fang Yang couldn't help but be secretly shocked when he saw the scene in the Evil Poison Valley.

The entire valley was shrouded in a gray-purple poisonous mist, obscuring the sun. The rocks were a dark purplish-black, and the vegetation contained extremely potent poisons of the laws of nature; even a Golden Immortal could be fatally poisoned upon contact. Smoke rose from the ground, and even space itself was corroded and riddled with holes by the poisonous gas.

If he were merely a Taiyi Golden Immortal, he would never have stepped into the Valley of Evil Poisons. The poisonous creatures on the outskirts alone are terrifying enough; how powerful must the poisonous insects, plants, and beasts within the valley be?

No matter what, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit must be saved.

Roar!

As soon as Fang Yang entered the Evil Poison Valley, the surrounding poisonous gas seemed to have a spirit, with thousands of torrents of poisonous gas rushing towards Fang Yang, trying to invade his body.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he saw countless poison demons and miasma demons within the poisonous gas. Not wanting to waste his magical power, he summoned the Sky-Waving Cloak, which enveloped the surrounding void to protect himself.

The Valley of Evil Poison is filled with poisonous gas, and it cannot be completely destroyed no matter how hard you try.

Fang Yang discovered that the laws of heaven and earth within this Valley of Evil Poison had already formed a system of its own. It was like a fully formed malignant tumor in the human body; although it was part of the body, it was not within the laws of heaven and earth of the greater world.

sizzle!

Suddenly, a thick, venomous python materialized in the poisonous mist. It opened its maw, unleashing a torrent of blood and gore that swept down upon Fang Yang. The python's opening of its maw was like the attack of a peak Taiyi master.

Fang Yang's gaze sharpened, and with a palm strike, he split the entire venomous python in two, dispersing it into its most primal form of poison gas.

However, before Fang Yang could dispel the poisonous gas, a buzzing sound came from the depths of the poisonous fog, followed by a squeaking crawling sound.

As Fang Yang released his divine sense, he saw an endless tide of insects and beasts surging in from all directions.

Leading the way were four-winged flying mosquitoes, about the size of a fingernail and entirely black. These mosquitoes were descendants of six-winged flying mosquitoes, with incredibly sharp mouthparts, specifically designed to counter various defensive magical artifacts.

Below the swarm of mosquitoes were countless spotted scorpions, their bodies a vibrant green. As they crawled, their tails sparked with energy that could corrode everything. Each scorpion carried a poisonous substance capable of shattering the light of the Taiyi Immortal.

Deeper inside, the shadows of many enormous venomous beasts could be vaguely seen. Some of these shadows were tens of thousands of meters tall, their imposing presence reaching the heavens. When these enormous creatures moved, the earth shook.

"Capable of summoning wind and rain!"

Fang Yang didn't want to get entangled with snakes, insects, rats, and ants. He activated his magic, and a seven-colored auspicious cloud rose above his head. The auspicious cloud rolled and filled the void, covering a large valley.

Crackling sounds!

With a thought, a torrential downpour began.

This was no ordinary rain; it was a hail of arrows and spears. Countless divine arrows and spears materialized in the sky. Each arrow struck the poisonous insects with pinpoint accuracy, and each spear bombarded the venomous beasts.

Each attack was equivalent to that of a Grand Luo Immortal in the early stages; as they struck, mountains and rivers shattered, and the sun and moon trembled. Under such attacks, poisonous insects and beasts suffered annihilation, instantly reduced to ashes.

However, this Valley of Evil Poison is indeed fraught with danger. If the Taiyi Immortal did not have powerful methods, he would not be able to survive in the Valley of Evil Poison for more than an hour.

As Fang Yang ventured deeper, a fog appeared before him, a fog so thick that even divine sense could not penetrate it. Within this fog, the spatial structure was distorted; internal orientation, distance, and other parameters were altered beyond recognition, devoid of any discernible pattern.

If Fang Yang hadn't mastered the laws of space, he would have gotten lost the moment he stepped into the Valley of Evil Poison. For a Great Luo Golden Immortal to get lost is practically a fantasy, but Fang Yang knew it was true.

The mist before him was no ordinary mist, but the Heavenly Mist condensed using the Nine-Nine Profound Yin Heavenly Array.

In the primordial era, during the Battle of Zhuolu, many Great Luo Golden Immortals from the three religions of Humanity, Chan, and Jie were trapped in the Nine-Nine Profound Yin Heavenly Array by the Jiuli tribe, losing their bearings. If it weren't for the Yellow Emperor's creation of the Heaven-Shattering Compass Chariot, the outcome of the Battle of Zhuolu might have been rewritten.

"Chi You's comprehension is truly terrifying. He was actually able to create such a great formation based on the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. The power of this formation is no less than my Heaven and Earth Harmony Formation."

Fang Yang was trapped in the formation, but he wasn't panicked at all. With the World Tree in hand, he could escape at any time; the Nine-Nine Profound Yin Heavenly Formation couldn't hold him at all.

What he needs to do now is to find the location of the Golden Spirit Mother and lead her out of the great formation.

Fang Yang activated the laws of space, and a layer of blue divine light appeared on the surface of his body. With each step he took, a straight spatial corridor automatically appeared beneath his feet.

The spatial corridor pierced through the space of the great formation, forming a space independent of the great formation's space. The surrounding spacetime mist surged, but it could not penetrate Fang Yang's spatial corridor.

At the heart of the mist, on a massive platform, sat eighty-one figures. Each of these eighty-one figures had indistinct faces and their forms were indistinct; they were all projections.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that each of these figures is situated near a totem pole. The totem poles are entirely black, covered with shamanistic runes, and entwined with venomous pythons, making them quite eerie.

At the center of the eighty-one totem poles, the Golden Spirit Mother sat cross-legged, her magical treasures such as the Sun and Moon Five Star Wheel, the Small Heavenly Cycle Star Sword Array, and the Sun and Moon Pearl operating at their peak, locked in a stalemate with the surrounding totem power.

The Golden Spirit Mother's condition was relatively good; her breathing was steady, and she was not at a disadvantage. However, even so, she was still trapped in the formation and unable to escape.

Fang Yang's fears did not come true; it was not the Witch Clan who trapped the Golden Spirit Mother, but the Jiuli Tribe.

If the enemy is the Jiuli tribe, Fang Yang can still rescue the Golden Spirit Mother. If the enemy is the Witch Clan, Fang Yang will have to go back to get reinforcements.

A phantom suddenly looked alarmed and said, "Something's wrong! Someone has broken into the great formation. It seems they're here to rescue Jin Ling."

"This person's cultivation is incredibly high; he can move freely within the great formation. When did such a figure emerge among the disciples of the Jie Sect?"

Another phantom was startled, and it began chanting incantations.

"锟斤拷锟斤拷，锟斤拷，烫烫烫烫烫烫。"

"A mysterious and profound syllable came from his throat, and roars and booms echoed from within the great formation."

At this moment, the Golden Spirit Mother also sensed Fang Yang's magical aura.

As disciples of the Tongtian Sect Master, the magical powers of the Golden Spirit Mother and Fang Yang originated from the same source. The moment Fang Yang made his move, the Golden Spirit Mother's magical power resonated with his.

"This magical power belongs to my junior brother. But didn't he go to the Underworld? It's too risky for him to come to rescue me alone. He should have brought Junior Brother Jiuyao or one of the Twelve Yuan Chen with him."

Surrounded herself, Jinling Shengmu feared that Fang Yang would suffer the same fate. She concentrated her magic power in her mouth and spoke: "Junior Brother, the great formation that has trapped me is extremely powerful. It is derived from a part of the principles of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. You should retreat quickly, return to the sect, and gather your helpers before coming back."

The experts from the Jiuli tribe had to divert some of their magical power when fighting Fang Yang. Otherwise, once she spoke, the power she was using to resist the great formation would weaken, and she would be completely at a disadvantage.

However, both the experts of the Jiuli tribe and the Golden Spirit Mother underestimated Fang Yang.

Fang Yang's cultivation had surpassed that of the Golden Spirit Mother, and his magical power was even greater. No sooner had the Golden Spirit Mother finished speaking than a thunder dragon roared up the high platform and struck the core of the Nine-Nine Profound Yin Heavenly Array.

With a single strike, the venomous python coiled around the totem pole was instantly reduced to ashes, and countless spiderweb-like patterns appeared on the dark pole, obliterating the sorcery runes carved on it inch by inch.

The eighty-one projections of Jiuli masters, which were originally as stable as Mount Tai, trembled and turned into clusters of primordial energy.

"Impossible! How could the Nine-Nine Profound Yin Heavenly Array be broken so easily?"

The experts of the Jiuli tribe were shocked and furious. Even the Golden Spirit Mother was not this powerful. The newcomer not only ignored the power of the great formation but also destroyed the formation's core with a single strike.

Such cultivation level is nothing like that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

However, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit seized the opportunity, and the Sun, Moon and Five Star Wheels suddenly burst forth with brilliant light, tearing apart the totem that was surrounding her.

With the combined efforts of the senior and junior disciples, the Nine-Nine Profound Yin Heavenly Array suffered a devastating blow, with all 111 totem poles exploding and shattering into a pile of gravel.

The Holy Mother Jinling broke free and landed on the high platform.

Looking at Fang Yang, whose magical power was unfathomable, Jinling Shengmu felt a mix of emotions: "Junior Brother, your cultivation has advanced to such a level?"

Fang Yang nodded slightly: "It was just luck. We should leave this place first. The Jiuli tribe is formidable; we shouldn't fight them head-on."

He would definitely seek revenge, but not now. At the very least, he would wait for Daoist Jiuyao to emerge from seclusion, or for him to perfect the Heaven and Earth Harmony Formation himself.