Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 102 The Purple-Blue Gourd
Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.

That innate spiritual root, the ginseng fruit tree, rooted in the primordial earth veins and as old as heaven and earth.

The thousands of fruits on it, which looked like babies, suddenly let out a silent lament at that moment.

"puff--!"

Inside the meditation room, Zhen Yuanzi, who was sitting in meditation on a futon with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of pure primordial blood, his eyes filled with disbelief and bewilderment.

Just now, he sensed in the darkness that the deep causal bond between himself and his close friend Hongyun, which had been maintained for countless eons, was completely severed without warning by an invisible force!
"No...impossible!"

Ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, Zhen Yuanzi rapidly formed hand seals, attempting to deduce even the slightest clue about his dear friend amidst the chaotic mysteries of heaven.

However, all that met the eye was chaos and bloodlust!
The secrets of heaven have been completely disrupted, and no cause and effect can be calculated anymore!

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun!!!"

A roar of extreme grief, as if tearing apart one's very soul, resounded from within the Wuzhuang Temple!
Zhen Yuanzi's usually composed figure transformed into a streak of earth-yellow light at this moment, instantly breaking through the protection of the Earth-Bearing Kunyuan Grand Array.

They rushed frantically toward the distant, chaotic outer heavens to provide aid, disregarding everything else!

However, when he arrived at that chaotic void where the terrifying aftershocks of the Quasi-Saint's self-destruction still lingered, the place was already deserted.

Only the scattered red sand, which has not yet completely dissipated, silently tells the story of the fierce battle that once took place here.

Although the secrets of heaven are chaotic, what kind of person is Zhen Yuanzi?

He was the ancestor of earthly immortals who lived in harmony with the world, and his cultivation had long since reached the quasi-saint realm.

They also possess profound expertise in this field of deduction.

Standing amidst this shattered chaos, he simply closed his eyes and concentrated, and within the chaotic aftershocks of the laws, he already detected a familiar, chilling aura.

"Kunpeng...!"

Zhen Yuanzi slowly uttered these two words, his voice devoid of any of its former gentleness, filled only with hatred.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes now filled with a blood-red hue.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately activated his own Dao Fruit and made a supreme vow that would shake the entire prehistoric world!

"I, Zhen Yuanzi, hereby swear an oath of the Great Dao!"

His voice, neither loud nor soft, seemed to contain an unquestionable supreme will.

Following the omnipresent primordial earth veins, the message instantly spread throughout the nine heavens and ten earths, and the four seas and eight wastelands!

"The Demon Master Kunpeng is treacherous and vicious. For his own selfish gain, he plotted to kill my dear friend Hongyun!"

"If I do not slay the Kunpeng in this lifetime and avenge my dearest friend, I, Zhen Yuanzi... swear I will not attain enlightenment!!"

I swear I will never seek enlightenment!!!

The last four words, like thunder from the heavens, exploded with a deafening roar!

It caused the heavens and earth to change color, and the great Dao to resonate!
……

Meanwhile, at Skull Mountain, inside the Yuandao Palace.

In that secluded meditation room, which had long been completely isolated by the causal array and impervious to all laws.

Ma Yuan slowly opened his eyes from that deep state of meditation where he had forgotten himself and the world around him.

A barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed in his deep eyes.

"Zhen Yuanzi's voice?"

He understood that the oath made by someone like Zhen Yuanzi, originating from the very source of the Great Dao, had already transcended the realm of ordinary supernatural powers.

Even though the primordial world is vast, it is enough to spread throughout the nine heavens and ten earths, and his own Skull Mountain is naturally among them.

"Hongyun has finally entered the tribulation... but I never expected it to happen so quickly."

Ma Yuan sighed inwardly. He waved his hand, signaling Shi Ji, who had also been awakened and whose breathing was still somewhat unstable, to step back and stabilize her cultivation on her own.

Once inside the quiet room, the timeless tranquility was restored once more.

He slowly rose and walked out. Standing before the vast and solemn Yuandao Palace, Ma Yuan looked up at the sky shrouded in array.

The fall of Hongyun was something he had anticipated.

He never expected that his seclusion to consolidate his foundation would last only a few thousand years, and that this well-known good man in the prehistoric world would have already died and disappeared.

"Where will that wisp of primordial purple energy ultimately end up?"

Ma Yuan's eyes were deep, and involuntarily, various speculations and legends about the whereabouts of that last wisp of primordial purple energy in later myths surfaced in his mind.

Some say it eventually vanished into the void and was never found again.

Some say that it was eventually taken back by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun to complete the Heavenly Dao.

There are different opinions and no consensus.

An idea suddenly came to mind.

"Apart from Hongjun Daozu, the six Heavenly Dao Saints of later generations were able to attain the Primordial Chaos Realm only after obtaining the Primordial Purple Qi."

"Then, without this Primordial Purple Qi, is it truly impossible for cultivators to become saints?"

"What is the true nature of this so-called foundation for sainthood, the Primordial Purple Qi?"

Ma Yuan fell into deep thought.

However, these thoughts only flashed through his mind before he forcibly suppressed them.

He slowly shook his head, a self-deprecating smile on his face.

"The five elements in my heart have not yet been fully condensed, and I have not even touched the threshold of the Great Luo Realm. Thinking about becoming a saint is a bit too ambitious."

He knew that with his current level of understanding, trying to fathom the great battles between sages was like a frog at the bottom of a well trying to glimpse the vastness of the sky—ultimately meaningless.

The most urgent task is to solidify one's own foundation, preserve oneself amidst this immense calamity, and cultivate steadily; this is the best course of action.

"It's just a pity that the top-grade innate spiritual treasure in the hands of Ancestor Hongyun, the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd..."

Ma Yuan couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

This treasure possesses boundless power, specifically designed to corrupt the primordial spirit of cultivators. It is extremely vicious and is a top-tier offensive treasure.

Now that Hongyun is dead, this treasure has most likely fallen into the hands of that demon master Kunpeng, and is ultimately out of my reach.

Upon realizing this, Ma Yuan's mind stirred.

An ancient gourd, its body a deep purple-blue and imbued with a restrained Taoist aura, floated quietly in his palm.

It was the seventh treasure gourd obtained from the innate gourd vine on Mount Buzhou.

Since acquiring this treasure, Ma Yuan has always kept it beside his Taiyi Dao Fruit.

It is constantly nourished by its own five elements.

He attempted to use his own strength to make up for the innate lack of origin in this treasure.

However, after tens of thousands of years, this treasure has become more spiritual than when it was first obtained.

However, its fundamental flaw remains unshaken in the slightest.

“Congenital deficiencies are ultimately difficult to compensate for with acquired methods.”

Ma Yuan sighed softly and put the purple-blue gourd back into his body.

This item is formed from a top-tier innate spiritual root, and its noble origin is beyond doubt.

Forcibly refining it into an acquired item would be a waste of its precious resources, and Ma Yuan was extremely reluctant to do so.

"Very well, this matter cannot be rushed. Perhaps the time is not yet right."

He stopped dwelling on it and simply put the matter aside for the time being.

(End of this chapter)