Primordial Era: I, Hongyun, take charge of the literary path

Hongyun did not answer, but looked at Zhen Yuanzi with a thoughtful expression in her eyes.

A moment later, Hongyun turned her head and smiled slightly at Chimingmo. The smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, but for some reason, it made Chimingmo feel a chill.

"Hehe, fellow Daoist, give me some face and leave now. I'll pretend I didn't see you."

The red-robed man's voice was clear and unhurried. The demonic path was already in decline, and he did not want to kill the Crimson Demon unless absolutely necessary.

The Demon Ancestor Rahu is not dead yet; he has only attained enlightenment. Who knows if Rahu will ever reappear?

The Crimson Demon is considered a seed of demonic cultivation; killing this guy would be tantamount to digging up the very root of demonic cultivation.

Hongyun didn't want to be resented by Luo Hou.

The Crimson Demon sneered, "Shut up, another busybody. How dare you interfere in the affairs of my demon race? Get lost, or I'll kill you too."

The red-robed man's smile remained unchanged, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he gently shook his head. "Demons? Rahu is truly fortunate to have a subordinate like you."

"Who exactly are you?"

Chi Mingmo's expression changed. Rahu's name was something that ordinary people wouldn't dare to mention, yet Hong Yun called him by his name directly, and with a nonchalant tone, clearly indicating that he was no ordinary person.

"Who am I? I am Hongyun!"

Hongyun raised her hand and waved it lightly, as if she had only brushed away a fallen leaf from her clothes.

However, with a casual wave of Hongyun's hand, the world suddenly changed color. A red light flew out from her sleeve, growing longer in the wind and transforming into a sky full of rosy clouds, surging towards Chiming Demon and the others.

Amidst the rosy glow, the faint sound of celestial music drifted through the air, and the air was filled with fragrance. Each ray of rosy light seemed as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on Chi Mingmo and the others, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Upon seeing this, the Crimson Demon was terrified and hurriedly swung his giant axe to block the impact of the radiant light.

However, the seemingly gentle glow contained unimaginable power, and no matter how the giant axe cleaved it or how the black flames burned it, it could not be shaken in the slightest.

With a deafening roar, like a thunderclap.

The Crimson Demon, along with his axe, was blasted away by the radiant light, coughing up blood. The demon cultivators were also swept up by the light and instantly turned to ashes millions of miles away.

From start to finish, it was only a moment. The Crimson Demon crashed to the ground in the distance, his body covered in black mist. The giant axe burning with black flames flew out of his hand and landed on the ground, its spiritual light gone.

The Crimson Demon struggled to his feet, staring at Red Cloud in utter horror. "Red Cloud? You're Red Cloud!"

At this moment, Chi Mingmo's face turned deathly pale. It was actually Hong Yun, the executioner. It was said that Hong Yun had already taken the lives of more than ten Great Luo Immortals.

Who in the Great Luo Realm didn't know Hong Yun's infamous reputation? It's just that he never expected to be so unlucky as to encounter Hong Yun.

The Crimson Demon slunk away.

Hongyun did not stop Chimingmo from leaving.

Hongyun wouldn't do anything without profit. The Crimson Demon didn't have the treasures he needed, and killing a Great Luo wouldn't be too much trouble for him.

Furthermore, killing the Crimson Demon would incur the Demon Ancestor's wrath, making it a losing proposition for Hongyun.

"This humble Taoist priest, Hongyun, greets fellow Daoist."

After watching the Crimson Demon leave, Hongyun turned to Zhen Yuanzi and smiled gently.

Zhen Yuanzi clasped his hands in a slight bow and said, "This humble Daoist is Zhen Yuanzi. Thank you, fellow Daoist."

"Haha, if it weren't for your help today, I'm afraid I really wouldn't have been able to defeat that demon."

Hongyun took Zhen Yuanzi's words as a joke. With the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Earth Book, in hand, it was only a matter of time before Zhen Yuanzi defeated the Crimson Demon. He was just being too modest.

"Zhen Yuanzi, there's no need for such formality. We are both cultivators, and it's only right that we lend a helping hand when we see injustice on the road," Hongyun said with a smile.

Zhen Yuanzi was kind and benevolent, and Hongyun was also interested in befriending him. The two quickly became close friends.

Afterwards, Zhen Yuanzi took the initiative to invite Hongyun to sit at his Wuzhuang Temple. Hongyun declined at first, but Zhen Yuanzi's warm invitation made Hongyun agree.

The two chatted and laughed all the way, and before they knew it, the Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Hill was in sight.

Hongyun paused and gazed into the distance. On the majestic and verdant peaks of Longevity Hill, the eaves of Wuzhuang Temple were faintly visible.

"What a blessed land! Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, your Daoist temple is truly a paradise within a paradise."

Zhen Yuanzi stood beside him, looking at his home where he had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and chuckled, "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, you flatter me. The gates of Wuzhuang Temple are always open for you. Whenever you wish to come, this humble Daoist will be ready to welcome you."

Hongyun turned her head and looked into Zhen Yuanzi's sincere gaze, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

Hongyun nodded solemnly and said, "Haha, then I won't stand on ceremony. If I have nothing to do in the future, I might really have to come and bother you often."

The two arrived side by side outside Longevity Mountain. Zhen Yuanzi made a hand seal and activated the great formation on the mountain.

The two entered Longevity Mountain and saw that the mountain was lush and green, with spiritual mist swirling around it, cranes soaring and deer carrying lingzhi mushrooms.

A stone path winds its way up, with ancient trees reaching for the sky on both sides, and exotic flowers and herbs growing in the mountains that never fade in any season; the pines and cypresses are evergreen, their branches like spring, and golden rays of light filter through the leaves, shining on the bluestone slabs as if scattering gold on the ground.

Hongyun followed Zhen Yuanzi through a stone gate, and suddenly the view opened up before them. Wuzhuang Temple was built against the mountain, with its halls and pavilions layered upon each other, exuding an ancient and rustic charm.

Above the gate hangs a plaque inscribed with the three ancient seal characters for "Wuzhuang Temple," written with vigorous strokes and a profound mystery.

Hongyun couldn't help but praise, "What fine calligraphy! These characters seem ordinary, but they actually embody the profound principles of heaven and earth."

"Was this written by your own hand, fellow Daoist?"

Zhen Yuanzi smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist has keen insight. When I was born and first established my Daoist temple, I wrote these three characters with some feelings in my heart. To be honest, my cultivation was still shallow at that time, and my calligraphy was quite immature."

"Fellow Daoist is too modest. The Dao in this word does not lie in showing off one's sharpness, but in returning to simplicity and authenticity."

Hongyun praised Zhen Yuanzi with a smile.

"Let's go inside and have a chat."

After saying that, Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand and waved it. The air in front of the gate rippled slightly, as if an invisible barrier had quietly dissipated. That was the formation that Zhen Yuanzi had set up.

A gentle breeze caressed my face, and the entire Wuzhuang Temple became clear and vivid, with the patterns on every tile and every beam clearly visible.

The two entered Wuzhuang Temple. The courtyard was spacious, with a blue stone avenue leading directly to the main hall in the center. On both sides were two towering ancient pine trees with thick trunks that required three people to encircle them.

The pine needles are like jade carvings, each one radiating a lustrous sheen, and there are stone tables and benches under the tree.

The two passed through the main hall and arrived at the backyard of Wuzhuang Temple. The scene in the backyard made Hongyun's eyes light up.

In the courtyard stands a towering ancient tree, about a hundred feet tall, with purplish-gold bark covered in mysterious patterns, as if it were a wordless scripture in its entirety.

The most eye-catching thing is the fruit growing on the tree. The fruit is shaped like an infant, with all four limbs. Although the facial features are not very clear, they can be vaguely expressed with emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

It is the Ginseng Fruit Tree, one of the ten innate spiritual roots of the primordial world, and ranked as a top-grade innate spiritual root.

The ginseng fruit tree has lush foliage, each leaf is like a piece of jade, with a faint golden sheen at the edges, and each fruit exudes an enticing fragrance.