The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

Regardless of what outsiders think, Kongtong now sits cross-legged on Xiaoyao Island, his aura becoming increasingly violent. Even Mosquito Daoist, as the true form, cannot withstand it and can only retreat to a distance to protect him.

Three days later, the Kongtong Daoist's aura was contained. His expression remained unchanged, but his imposing presence was even more pronounced than before. The Mosquito Daoist approached with a smile, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on attaining enlightenment."

Seeing that the other party had already become a saint, Mosquito Daoist felt a slight sense of relief. After all, without a saint to keep the Blood Sea in check, once the Three Pure Ones and the Western Saints became saints, he would have little say in the prehistoric world and would have to keep a low profile and watch everyone's expressions.

Kongtong stood up and said with a smile, "No matter what level my cultivation has reached, I am still the master of my original body. What is there to congratulate me on?" This was indeed true. No matter how powerful one's cultivation was, as long as the original body had a single thought, it would vanish into thin air.

Mosquito Taoist was just joking. He had severed his own Three Corpses, so no matter how the opponent changed, it wouldn't harm him. "I wonder if you can sense the existence of the Heavenly Dao? Or is there anything unusual about your primordial spirit?"

After sensing for a moment, Kongtong said, "I understand the meaning of the original body. My primordial spirit has no place in the Heavenly Dao."

Hearing the other party's words, Mosquito Daoist breathed a slight sigh of relief. He had been worried that in the primordial world, no matter who it was, after becoming a saint, they would all need their primordial spirit to be entrusted to the Heavenly Dao. Now it seemed that this was not the case, it must be due to the Primordial Purple Qi.

Although his primordial spirit was entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, ensuring his immortality, he would also be subject to its control, unable to act as he pleased in the future—something he certainly didn't want. This method had both advantages and disadvantages; after all, the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World was controlled by Hongjun, who couldn't be truly fair and impartial.

"Fellow Daoist, go and stabilize your cultivation first. The human race is currently under Nuwa's care, so I don't think any trouble will arise." Watching Kongtong leave, Mosquito Daoist then sensed the cultivation levels of the other two corpses.

The Reincarnation Daoist is still only at the late Quasi-Saint stage, so it seems that raising his Time Law level will not be easy in the short term. However, the Wind and Fire Daoist has already comprehended the sixth level of both the Wind Law and the Fire Law.

Mosquito Daoist wasn't surprised by this, as Wind and Fire Daoist had a very high starting point. Furthermore, with the assistance of the Void Wind and the Great Sun Golden Flame Origin, it would be strange if he didn't progress quickly. The only question was how long it would take to advance further.

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Beyond the Sea of ​​Blood, the reclusive powerful cultivators of the primordial world were all puzzled by the bizarre phenomenon. It didn't seem like Beiming was about to become a saint. Several days had passed, and there was still no reaction from him. But if it wasn't a sign of sainthood, they couldn't think of any other explanation.

The Kunlun Mountains, primitive and towering, sit facing each other.

Since Laozi went out to seek opportunities, Yuanshi could only discuss important matters with Tongtian. They had a clearer understanding of the Blood Sea, but like others, they couldn't fathom its profound mysteries.

"Third brother, do you think Beiming can become a saint?" Yuanshi looked at Tongtian opposite him, his face gloomy. This made him suspicious; what kind of phenomenon was so strange and so short-lived?

But how could he have imagined that it was caused by Mosquito Daoist activating the Blood Sea Array? The Blood Fiend Array was equipped with many innate spiritual treasures, and with the 'Northern True Martial Black Eagle Flag' as its array eye, it could easily conceal the secrets of heaven, and even a saint could not see through it.

Upon hearing Yuanshi's words, Tongtian simply shook his head. After a moment's thought, he said somewhat uncertainly, "Perhaps the other party is refining some powerful spiritual treasure? After all, Beiming possesses a supreme treasure like the Qiankun Cauldron, so it wouldn't be surprising if they were refining a powerful artifact."

In the end, even he himself couldn't believe it—what kind of spiritual treasure could produce such a phenomenon? Finally, his eyes darted around, "Second Brother, do you think that Beiming, having gained a large amount of merit and being eager to become a saint, might fail in his breakthrough?"

Upon hearing Tongtian's words, Yuanshi's eyes lit up. There really was such a possibility. He laughed and said, "If that's true, then we no longer need to be wary of them. If they can't become saints with such a large amount of merit, they're probably destined to be separated from the Great Dao."

In the primordial west, there lies Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin said to Zhunti, "Junior brother, Beiming founded the Asura race and established the Asura religion, gaining a vast amount of merit. May we also establish a religion?" Regarding the strange phenomena in the Blood Sea, Jieyin and Zhunti had different thoughts from others. They didn't care whether Beiming became a saint or not; what they were thinking about was when they would become saints themselves.

Zhunti thought for a moment, then sighed deeply. He said, “Senior brother, our Western Paradise is deserted, and even if we founded a sect, we would have no followers. The Northern Sea has millions of Asuras, while you and I are both penniless.”

After hearing this, Jieyin's face was filled with bitterness. There were countless others in the prehistoric world who shared the same thoughts; surely others could think of this too? They simply couldn't find a direction. Hongjun could establish Taoism because it was based on the cultivators of the prehistoric world. Beiming could create the Asura Cult because his Blood Sea contained millions of souls.

The Heavenly Court's demon race. They didn't care much about whether Bei Ming became a saint. Although he was a demon, he wasn't a member of the Heavenly Court. Besides, saints couldn't interfere in the conflict between the witches and demons, so even if they could win him over to the Heavenly Court, it wouldn't make any difference.

On the northern slopes of the primordial wilderness, stands the Pangu Temple of the Wu tribe.

The twelve Ancestral Witches all wore expressions of worry, but not because of the Blood Sea incident, but because of Houtu. Beiming said that Houtu had an opportunity and might one day achieve sainthood. However, she also made it clear that the chances were very slim.

"Brothers, you need not worry. Becoming a saint is such an opportunity that even the slightest chance would be sought after by all the great powers of the primordial world. When my sister becomes a saint, the Wu Clan will not need to worry about other saints." Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat somber, Houtu spoke up at the right time.

"Little sister, don't you know how important you are to our Wu clan? If we fail, our Wu clan will be doomed." Although it was somewhat exaggerated, what Dijiang said was true.

The Wu Clan's "Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation" requires twelve Ancestral Witches to set up; if even one is missing, the formation cannot be completed. If Houtu were to perish, and the Wu Clan were outnumbered by the Demon Clan, coupled with the Demon Clan's "Zhou Tian Xing Chen Formation," the outcome of the Wu-Demon conflict would be immediately clear.

Houtu smiled slightly after hearing this, and then with a thought, three drops of her essence blood flew out, and her face turned deathly pale.

"Little sister, little sister..." Seeing Houtu's actions, all eleven people in the hall stepped forward to investigate, wondering why she was acting this way. Essence blood is the foundation of human cultivation; although it can be replenished over time, it still damages one's foundation.

Houtu waved her hand, "I will leave three drops of my essence blood here today. You brothers can give them to Xingtian in our tribe. I think with the help of these three drops of essence blood, his bloodline can grow to the level of an Ancestral Witch, and he can participate in the arrangement of the great formation in the future."

Without waiting for further questions, she flew out of the Pangu Palace and headed towards the primordial world. Houtu knew her chances of survival were slim, a feeling that had grown increasingly strong. But before things came to a head, she wanted to travel through the primordial world, hoping to encounter some fortuitous encounter that might allow her to escape this calamity. After all, she didn't want to die if she could avoid it.