The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Chapter 477 Young man, here is the golden axe, silver axe, and spirit treasure axe you dropped!

No one knows what is happening in the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan. The Heavenly Emperor and the Eastern Emperor's plans are being carried out quietly, but what is happening on Earth cannot be changed in a short time. For example, in Ant Mountain, souls from another world are struggling to survive, trying to break free from a cold pool.

Luo Zu, who followed him to this place, had already seen through the mystery within.

This demon tribe is truly interesting; they actually want to control this rare treasure by sacrificing their blood to it.

As Luo Zu manipulated the information, his clone's divine sense broke through the magic array restrictions set up by the three Xuanxian demon clans, reached the bottom of the cold pool, and communicated with the spiritual treasure that was as solid as a lump of ice.

After the spirit of Lingbao was awakened by Luo Zu, it began to communicate with Luo Zu.

This magical artifact originally contained three spiritual seals, but its master encountered a formidable enemy and was unable to defeat him. His master perished and has not returned to this day, and two of the spiritual seals on the artifact were also broken. Now, only one spiritual seal remains, barely clinging to life here.

After several changes of ownership, it eventually fell into the hands of this demon tribe.

As for how many years He has stayed here, He doesn't know; it could be a hundred thousand years, or it could be a million years.

These demons not only wanted to refine and tame Him, but also wanted to repair Him. After all, He was originally a spiritual treasure with three spiritual restrictions, so his foundation was still there, and it would be easy to reforge him and restore the three spiritual restrictions.

He said that the demon race often sacrificed living beings to Him, but He did not want it, so He froze all the spirituality obtained from the blood sacrifice in the cold pool.

"It's too dirty, I can't eat it," He said.

Luo Zu never expected that the spirit of the magical treasure would have such a cleanliness obsession.

He then described how his former master nurtured him, usually by letting him cultivate on his own, and sometimes by taking him to devour the civilizations of certain advanced tribes, transforming them into spiritual beings.

That kind of civilization's essence is His favorite. As for what will happen after He devours the tribe's civilization's essence, He doesn't know much. Perhaps the development of civilization will be interrupted, and the tribe's development will inevitably decline.

As for how many civilizations He devoured, He roughly estimated that He had devoured about seven thousand tribes.

The other two spiritual treasures in the hands of His master were also nurtured in the same way, and the spirituality of the spiritual treasures increased extremely quickly when they were refined in this way.

Just like this magical treasure, although it was severely damaged and had two spiritual restrictions broken, its intelligence was not greatly diminished. In fact, it was even more intelligent than the Five Fire Fan in Luo Zu's hands.

This demonstrates the benefits of absorbing the essence of civilizations.

Luo Zu had also heard that some cultivators or primordial beings would devour the civilizations of their races, using them as resources for themselves or simply as food.

"Do you want to leave this place?" Luo Zu then asked.

"Okay." The magical artifact readily agreed.

He was also happy to escape the cage that imprisoned him. No one doesn't yearn for freedom, unless they are provided with food and lodging.

But this demon tribe didn't know to consult His needs; they only knew how to force Him to obey by brutally sacrificing the lives of living beings. He was naturally unhappy about this, but unfortunately, He was severely injured. Otherwise, He would have given this demon tribe a real earthquake.

Unfortunately, it is a spiritual treasure. Although it has its own consciousness, it is difficult to contend with a Golden Immortal. Especially now, without a master to drive it, it is probably no match for those three Mystic Immortals. So it has been sleeping soundly at the bottom of this cold pool for a long time.

Now He has found an opportunity, but Luo Zu is only an avatar at the moment, and given his status, it is not appropriate for him to directly rescue Him. He can only arrange a "fortuitous encounter" for Him, and also arrange a fortuitous encounter for a certain "chosen one" in the cold pool.

So this brings us to Wei Xin, the three-eyed human who was racking his brains in the icy pool, trying to figure out how to get out of his current predicament.

He tried to swim out of the icy pool, but the water was not only cold, but also had large waves and was extremely unstable. Dozens of Three-Eyed Clan members had already been swept into the water by the waves, and he couldn't save them in time. Moreover, there was some kind of magical power in the waves of the icy pool that suppressed his true qi, making it impossible for him to use it at all.

Moreover, it wasn't just the Three-Eyed Clan who received this treatment in the Cold Pool; all the races that were thrown into it at the same time, or those that were thrown in earlier, or those that were thrown in later, were treated the same way.

He didn't know how long this treatment would last, or how long he could endure it, or whether he would be able to return to his body in the Six Realms after death. These were all unknowns.

"Young clan leader, the clan leader is dead too!" a three-eyed clansman cried out in grief.

Wei Xin was naturally taken aback.

He bravely plunged into the water. The water in the cold pool was icy cold but clear, yet also deep and dark, with an unfathomable darkness gathered at the bottom.

The chieftain's body, which was sinking, had not yet reached the bottom and was not far from him. He swam with all his might, and for some reason, memories of his life with the chieftain began to surface in his mind.

In his eyes, the clan chief had always been a gentle elder who worked diligently for the cause of the Three-Eyed Clan and never complained about the hardships.

Originally, the Three-Eyed Clan would have passed into his hands peacefully, and he would have led the Three-Eyed Clan to its peak, but unexpectedly, he encountered this current situation.

The image of the demon race in his mind became ferocious and terrifying, and the kindness of the Three-Eyed Clan Chief continued to grow.

The resistance of the cold pool water grew stronger, blocking the living but not the corpses of the dead from sinking.

In addition, his true qi was suppressed by the magic power here, which affected his physical strength and weakened it considerably. Moreover, his ability to hold his breath was also weakened. After diving only three zhang, he felt short of breath and dizzy.

The other three-eyed tribesmen were in the same boat. They wanted to dive down and follow him, but they were hindered by the cold water. After diving about ten feet, they felt weak in their limbs and had difficulty breathing. Unable to continue, they could only surface in the end.

But Wei Xin continued, the memories in his mind constantly giving him strength, and his body involuntarily operating a breathing technique deeply buried in his muscle memory.

It is the predecessor of Luo Zu's Qi Cultivation Method - Luo Zu's Breathing Method!

Gradually, he felt a warm sensation rising in his body, which gathered in his chest and flowed throughout his body with each heartbeat.

The obstruction from the cold pool water gradually weakened, and he felt his true qi slowly recovering, and the power that had been dormant in his body also revived.

However, the current in the pool became even more turbulent, and the old clan chief's corpse was dragged even faster, as if it had turned into an arrow released from a bow, flying straight into the depths of the water.

He chased, he "escaped," and soon his newly recovered strength was exhausted again.

He finally decided to give up.

But just then, a burst of golden light suddenly flashed out from the bottom of the water and gushed towards him.

"Is this a volcano? And it's erupting now?"

The young man recalled many legends of the Six Realms.

Before he could react, the golden light struck him and instantly pushed him out of the icy pool.

He had barely stepped out of the icy pool when he heard a roar.

"What kind of thief dared to steal my treasure?!"

(End of this chapter)