Primordial Era: I Became a Disciple of the Shangqing Sect After Being Become a Disciple of the Jie S

The divine might of the primordial heavens has not yet dissipated.

The magnificent Taoist teachings of the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa's creation of humanity, and the grand aspirations of the West still cleanse the chaos, yet they weigh heavily on the hearts of all those listening to the Tao in Zixiao Palace, like a divine mountain of immense weight.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace in the Thirty-Third Heaven.

Emperor Jun's five fingers gripped the white jade throne, and the veins on his arms bulged beneath his golden imperial robes.

Outside the palace, the starlight flickered, as if mourning.

"All six sages emerged, all relying on... the purple qi... It seems that the primordial purple qi is truly the only path to obtaining the Primordial Dao Fruit!" The voice echoed in the empty hall, each word tempered with resentment and icy coldness.

The chaotic bell patterns flowed in Taiyi's palm, icy cold, and his eyes were as sharp as a golden crow's beak: "The Great Dao is clear, only Hongyun has a glimmer of hope!"

In the Netherworld Blood Sea, the karmic fire and crimson lotus emit eerie light.

The Styx Ancestor stared at the slaughter realm reflected in the blood waves, his eyes as sinister as an abyss: "With the Saintly position secured, my path will be lonely... Red Cloud, your Primordial Purple Qi shall belong to my control!"

The two swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, hummed in their sheaths, and 480 million Blood God Children quietly seeped into the earth.

"Red Cloud!!"

The roar from the Northern Abyss shattered the millennia-old ice. The true form of the Kunpeng manifested as clouds hanging from the sky, its wings spreading to obscure the stars and moon, each flap of its wings stirring up icy, lifeless gales.

Inside the Northern Underworld Demon Master's Palace, Kunpeng sat withered on the Xuanbing Throne, his fingertips tracing through the void, bringing to mind the old scenes of Zixiao Palace: Hongyun's seemingly compassionate and humble smile, the fleeting ecstasy on Zhunti's face, and the eternal humiliation of his own fall from the Great Dao Futon...

"You have ruined my holy throne; this hatred will never be quelled, even if it reaches the deepest depths of the Northern Sea!"

"If it weren't for your hypocritical concession, I would have already received the Primordial Purple Qi personally bestowed upon me by the Dao Ancestor!"

A hint of resentment flashed in the eyes of Kunpeng Daoist in the Demon Master's Palace. He was one step away from the Sainthood, and it wasn't that he hadn't tried to obtain it, but it was forcibly taken away by someone else.

The culprits, Jieyin and Zhunti, attained sainthood, so Kunpeng naturally dared not provoke them and transferred his resentment to Hongyun.

Most importantly, Hongyun possesses a wisp of Primordial Purple Qi, enough to make up for his losses!

Thinking of this, Kunpeng's eyes flashed with undisguised killing intent, and he left the Demon Master's Palace silently.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, the Hetu Luoshu floated in Di Jun's palm, and on the vast star map, a huge black meteor representing the demonic energy of the Northern Underworld was tearing through the sky.

"The Demon Master has made a move!" Di Jun's voice was cold and calm, as if he were stating a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

Taiyi's lips curled into a cold smile as he lightly stroked the Chaos Bell with his finger, creating a ripple of chaos capable of annihilating all things: "Very good! Its claws have been revealed; let's wait for it to tear apart its prey's throat."

Di Jun clenched his fist, and the star map instantly shrank, transforming into a miniature universe that swirled in his palm.

"The Zhou Tian Star Array can be deployed at any time to seal off the universe and prevent any escape!"

Let Kunpeng rise to the top; when Hongyun falls, that will be the day we show our fangs.

If the fall of the crimson cloud is successful, we will not only have a chance to seize the Primordial Purple Qi, but we can also kill two birds with one stone: weaken the arrogance of this unruly demon master Kunpeng!

At this point, a glint of light flashed in Di Jun's eyes.

A burst of golden light shot out from Taiyi's eyes, then vanished instantly, transforming into a icy pool: "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. The demon master is arrogant, and his purple aura is alluring. It's a perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone!"

"crotch!"

The Chaos Bell emitted a deep hum, as if to herald the start of this brutal hunt.

"Below the sages, all are but ants; my brothers and I shall fight with all our might!" Di Jun's words were resounding, and the phantom of the golden crow appeared and disappeared behind him.

The two figures silently vanished, transforming into two invisible and intangible strands of solar true fire, merging into the surging torrent of solar essence, and silently falling towards the primordial land.

Deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, turbid waves surge to the heavens.

Countless blood-red faces floated and howled in the viscous blood plasma. The Styx Ancestor sat cross-legged on the Twelfth Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, his scarlet Taoist robe making his face appear even more sinister.

"Heh heh..." A strange laugh echoed in the filthy abyss, "The Kunpeng serves as the sharpest arrow, Di Jun and Taiyi weave their nets... Lively! Truly lively!"

The two swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, trembled slightly in his hands, their blood-red sword energy tearing through space. The enormous red lotus beneath his feet slowly rotated, its petals opening and closing, releasing a dense karmic force and killing intent.

"Such a grand feast, how could it be complete without me, the Ancestor?" Styx's eyes flashed with blood-red light. "You all fight amongst yourselves, and in the end... the Primordial Purple Qi will return to the Blood Sea!"

So what if there are Di Jun and Tai Yi? In the Blood Sea's home field, he, Styx, is invincible!

With a thought, 480 million Blood God clones silently separated from the main body, transforming into billions of tiny, imperceptible blood threads that seeped into the primordial land like living things, spreading along the scent of their prey.

One of the streaks of blood quietly wrapped around the roots of an ancient pine tree outside Wuzhuang Temple, and a singing bird on a branch instantly dissolved its flesh and blood, turning into withered bones that fell to the ground.

The projection of the entire sea of ​​blood was slowly but steadily expanding upwards, like a huge, rotting shadow, silently enveloping the half of the battlefield that was about to be stained red with blood. Styx's lips curled into a cruel smile: "Let the fighting rage on... I, the Ancestor, await my reward."

Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple. The ginseng fruit trees shimmer with the glow of the setting sun, yet a sense of heaviness cannot be concealed.

"Thud!" Zhen Yuanzi flicked his sleeve in annoyance, sweeping a cleanly gnawed ginseng fruit pit off the table.

The ginseng fruit tree in the courtyard, which blocks out the sky, seemed to sense its owner's mood, its branches and leaves rustling.

"Foolish!" Zhen Yuanzi looked at his old friend in red robes who was about to mess with another fruit, and said in an unusually stern tone, "Leaving the mountain now is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, courting death!"

"With primordial purple energy surrounding me, and lurking men all around! Only the interconnected earth veins and the protective Earth Book offer a glimmer of hope!"

Zhen Yuanzi's sleeves twitched slightly, and a faint earthy yellow light emanated from them. It was the innate spiritual treasure, the Earth Book, known as the "Earth Membrane," that was responding.

Hongyun nonchalantly carried the white jade wine pot, leaning against the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, her fiery red hair casually draped over her shoulders, a few strands clinging to bits of grass.

He tilted his head back and took a swig of the immortal wine, his drunken eyes smiling: "Brother Zhenyuan, how can you attain enlightenment by cultivating in seclusion and quietly chanting the Yellow Court Classic?"

The Three Pure Ones established their religions and became saints, Nuwa created humans and became saints—which of them achieved this by secluded caves and guarding withered lamps?

Zhen Yuanzi was anxious and stepped forward: "If that's the case, then stay! I'll risk depleting my own energy to activate the Earth Vein Array and draw upon the spiritual veins of the Wuzhuang Temple's vast earth..."

"And then?" Hongyun suddenly stood up, her sleeves scattering the flowing clouds. "Wait for Dijun to lead the demon gods to invade? Wait for a sea of ​​blood to engulf your mountain gate?"

As he approached the vermilion gate, he suddenly turned back, the crimson hue in his eyes fading into iron gray: "If I do not return from this journey... I would trouble you to go to the Fire Cloud Cave and see how that newly planted Crimson Fungus is growing."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hongyun's figure transformed into a rainbow and resolutely escaped from the vermilion gate of Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi stood frozen in place, watching the familiar red glow vanish in an instant. Even the heavy aura of earthly virtue could not smooth the deep wrinkles between his brows.

A long sigh, which only he could hear, spread through his heart: "Hongyun, Hongyun... The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin and Zhunti are all disciples personally taught by the Dao Ancestor. What do you have to rely on?"

A wisp of purple energy not belonging to a disciple of a sage is the source of calamity! Fellow Daoist, how can you... still not understand? How can they let you go?

The vermilion gate of Wuzhuang Temple slowly closed behind us, cutting off the last bit of protection from this blessed land of immortals.

Hongyun stood outside the mountain gate, his figure frozen for a moment. The primordial purple energy within his primordial spirit pulsed more violently, carrying an ominous premonition.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the western horizon, which was burned red by the sunset. The familiar crimson glow, however, appeared as a complex background color in his eyes.

"My old friend, it's not that I don't understand the impending doom... it's precisely because I understand it all that I absolutely cannot let him live!"