The Primordial Era: Starting from Being Forced to Become an Apprentice of the Three Pure Ones

"The Demon Saint Ghost Chariot!"

The moment Taibai blurted out the words, every bone in his body seemed to groan in pain.

An overwhelming pressure emanating from the level of life itself enveloped him, causing his knees to buckle and almost causing him to collapse to the ground.

Do not!

I am a descendant of Pangu and a disciple of the Three Pure Ones. How can I kneel before the Demon Saint of the Demon Clan!

He roared in his heart, and the Geng metal source and all the magic power in his body circulated, turning into a torrent in his meridians, desperately resisting the pressure coming from above.

However, the might of a Quasi-Saint is something that even a Golden Immortal cannot withstand.

No matter how much he tried to activate his magic, his knees continued to bend inch by inch, the ground cracked beneath his feet, and dust flew everywhere.

"Hey!"

A nine-headed giant shadow in the clouds let out a long, earth-shattering roar that shook the surrounding area, causing thunderclouds to surge.

The giant shadow blurred in the next instant, then solidified before everyone's eyes.

As the clouds dispersed and the light faded, a tall man with a sinister face, dressed in a black and gold feather cloak, stood in the center of the field.

The ghost carriage stood there, its demonic aura heavy, pressing down on all living beings within a thousand miles, causing those with weaker cultivation to lie prostrate on the ground, unable to rise.

Knowing he couldn't fight back, Taibai decided to stop trying and leaned back slightly, taking advantage of the situation to sit cross-legged.

"Senior's majesty commands my utmost respect. If it weren't for your mercy, I would not only have prostrated myself, but I fear I might not have even survived."

Guiche raised his right eyebrow, slowly withdrawing his demonic aura. He looked Taibai up and down for a moment, then suddenly chuckled:

"Young friend, you are quite sensible, knowing that I have shown mercy. I wonder if you would be interested in joining my Demon Court?"

"If you are willing to submit, I will grant you the title of Demon Saint, ruling over a region. What do you say?"

Upon hearing that Guiche intended to recruit Taibai, Guike, despite his injuries, staggered forward and knelt on the ground.

"Father, you mustn't! This man slaughtered hundreds of my demon court's followers. How can we let him off lightly and instead grant him a high position? Besides, he's just a Golden Immortal."

Guiche ignored him, glanced at him indifferently, then flicked his right sleeve and pressed down with his magic.

With a miserable cry, Gui Ke was thrown into the air again and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Disgraceful creature. Crushed in a single move in a battle between equals, how dare you utter a word here?"

Having said that, Guiche turned his gaze back to Taibai, his tone softening but becoming even more profound:

"Young friend, would you be willing to join my Demon Court? If so, I will certainly grant you the title of Demon Saint."

Taibai had a clear understanding of the situation in the prehistoric world.

He was merely a Golden Immortal, nothing more than a slightly larger fish in the deep pool of the Demon Court. How could Guiche possibly take him seriously?

What the other party truly cared about were the Three Pure Ones behind him and the Dao Ancestor who held sway over the Heavenly Dao.

Once the Demon Court gains the support of the Three Pure Ones, its strength and prestige will skyrocket, and many forces in the prehistoric world will become even more wary of it.

At that time, the Demon Court's path to conquering heaven and earth and unifying the primordial world will be much smoother.

Even the Dao Ancestor might show some leniency towards the Demon Court's actions out of consideration for his three personal disciples.

With this thought in mind, Li Bai became even more certain:

You must never have any dealings with the Lich or the Witch race, or you won't even know how you died.

Having made up his mind, he raised his head to meet the gaze of the ghost carriage, and spoke politely:

"I am grateful for your kindness, senior. However, I dislike being constrained and have no intention of joining any faction."

Moreover, the lineage of my teachers still needs to be inherited, and I truly cannot comply. I regret that I cannot accept the Demon Court's kind offer.

"In that case, my friend, take care of yourself. The gates of the Demon Court will always be open for you."

Guiche remained calm and composed, flicked his sleeve, grabbed the limp Guike, and vanished from the spot.

At this moment, Xiao Hei, who had suffered the least severe injuries, had recovered most of his health. He suppressed his grief and indignation and came before Taibai, asking in a hoarse voice:

"Master, why not kill that ghost? He has slaughtered more than half of the cultivators of Wuyi Mountain!"

Taibai looked at the devastation of the mountain, his heart filled with desolation, and he did not blame Xiao Hei for his questioning.

"The Ghost Chariot is a quasi-saint, capable of concealing heavenly secrets, which cannot be explored by anyone but a saint."

If his son dies, Wuyi Mountain will be destroyed in an instant, and there will be no one to avenge us.

Even the three teachers will be affected by this cause and effect, and their path will be fraught with flaws.

Go and heal everyone's wounds. One hundred days later, I will begin expounding the Daoist teachings to help you all improve your cultivation.

Taibai said no more, waved for Xiao Hei to leave, and then slowly walked down the mountain path.

When he reached a flat area at the foot of the mountain, he stopped, looked up, and saw the mess in front of him.

"Ultimately, these grievances must be resolved."

With a thought, a twelve-petaled pure white lotus appeared on his forehead, growing rapidly in the wind until it transformed into a hundred-foot lotus platform.

As the lotus petals unfurled, divine light, purifying the world, shone forth all around.

Bathed in the light, the murderous aura that permeated the mountains was gradually diluted.

Taibai sat upright on a lotus throne, his hands forming a mudra, and his mouth reciting scriptures.

Because the deceased's cultivation level was not high and his soul had not yet become a Yin spirit, Taibai, with his Golden Immortal cultivation, activated the white lotus and recited scriptures, which was enough to purify the remaining spirit.

As time passed, the bloody aura and sorrowful obsession in the mountains faded, and the turbid souls dissipated amidst the chanting of scriptures and the light of lotus flowers.

At the same time, the heavens seemed to sense this, and auspicious clouds appeared on their own, stretching for ten miles, with rosy light appearing and disappearing.

However, this calamity involved only about three hundred cultivators, none of whom were powerful figures, and the purification effect of Taibai was only enough to cover one mountain.

Therefore, the merits bestowed by Heaven are not many, but only scattered here and there.

Tai Bai then gestured with his finger, transferring all his merits into the Geng metal longsword.

However, Taibai showed no joy, but rather some disappointment.

He had little recollection of these creatures of Wuyi Mountain, and his past preaching was merely for the purpose of accumulating merit.

Who would have thought that a single encounter and a few words of advice could lead them to repay the debt with their lives, staining the green hills with their blood.

"Alas, everyone has their own destiny; you can't force it..."

His whispers drifted away on the wind. He said no more, and with a swift movement, he arrived at the platform where he used to preach.

The stone platform is empty, the mountain wind is silent, and those focused gazes still seem to linger from yesterday.

At this moment, the survivors of Wuyi Mountain have gathered.

However, looking around, there were few people, more than half fewer than last time.

"This calamity is over. You have all done your utmost to guard the mountain gate."

"My fallen friend, I have also used the Pure Lotus Light to guide you to the afterlife, freeing you from all attachments and entanglements."

"Thank you, sir!"

Upon hearing Taibai's words, all living beings had tears in their eyes and knelt down in worship.

Li Bai said no more, and lightly raised his sleeve.

In an instant, a hundred rays of light flew out from his sleeves, landing in front of each living being and transforming into spiritual herbs and fruits.

Although these spiritual objects are not of high quality, they are exactly what these creatures need most right now.

Taibai gave each of Xiao Hei and Qingmu, who were at the very front, a low-grade innate spiritual fruit.

"Listen attentively to the teachings, diligently cultivate yourself, and achieve a breakthrough as soon as possible."

Taibai gave a word of advice, then said no more and began to preach.

"This sermon will last for a hundred years. The subject of the sermon is the Way of the Five Elements."

The five elements are metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. They interact and restrain each other, in an endless cycle...

The way of metal is to govern killing and destruction, to control breaking and reforming; its nature is extremely hard and sharp…

Taibai sat quietly on the high platform, his voice steady and his tone gentle, as he explained his understanding of the Five Elements Dao in a gradual and profound manner.

Every word and sentence is clear and transparent, without a trace of superficiality.

The beings below had already gathered their breath and listened attentively.

As the Daoist teachings entered their ears, many beings either nodded or had a look of enlightenment in their eyes.