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

The primordial tribulations each have their own path:

The three-nine, six-nine, and nine-nine tribulations are the tribulations that cultivators often experience when breaking through to higher realms. Although dangerous, they are righteous and are considered the norm.

Karmic fire and lightning tribulations are often caused by heavy past karma or acts against the will of Heaven. During the tribulation, the karmic fire burns the heart, making it extremely dangerous and a matter of life and death.

The Purple Heaven Divine Thunder is an instrument of heavenly punishment, specifically used to punish those who transgress heavenly rules and disrupt the natural order. It symbolizes that heavenly laws are inviolable; when the thunder strikes, the punishment arrives, leaving little chance of survival.

As for the Heavenly Thunder and Primordial Thunder, they are the ultimate purification methods of the Heavenly Dao. Wherever the tribulation clouds point, all things return to nothingness, truly a situation of endless struggle.

At this moment, the thunderclouds high in the sky churned and intensified, and the crackling sounds were as dense as a sudden downpour.

Through the gaps in the clouds, streaks of crimson lightning snaked out, dazzling and terrifying, staining half the sky with an ominous, malevolent hue.

Taibai witnessed the red lightning and understood in his heart:

This is not the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, but the karmic fire of divine punishment.

However, feeling the increasing pressure from the thunderclouds high in the sky, Taibai understood that the power of this calamity was far beyond what his current cultivation level could withstand.

Houtu and other members of the Wu tribe are still in the process of comprehending the Dao; awakening them at this moment may trigger a backlash.

Just as he was hesitating, a sudden chill ran down his spine.

Xuanming, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly stood up and was already beside Taibai in one step.

She looked up at the churning crimson clouds of tribulation, then glanced at Taibai, and said in an icy tone:

"Boy, what terrible sins have you committed to deserve being struck by heavenly lightning?"

Upon hearing this, Taibai almost couldn't help but roll his eyes at the ancestral witch, silently shouting in his heart:

The greatest sin I have ever committed is preaching to your witch clan! I preached about the nascent form of the primordial spirit, and I preached about the impending tribulation of lightning.

Suddenly, the thunderclouds in the sky abruptly dispersed, and the aura of destruction locked firmly onto Taibai below.

Xuanming's eyes narrowed, and she pressed her jade hand down, unleashing a surge of ice laws that instantly condensed into layers of mysterious ice barriers around Taibai, protecting him at the core.

Taibai moved even faster, and the radiance of his protective spiritual treasures, such as the Pure World White Lotus, instantly illuminated, covering his entire body completely.

The Geng metal longsword was planted in front of him, its sword energy soaring into the sky, ready to fight to the death.

Rumble!

Within the clouds of calamity, several crimson bolts of lightning, wreathed in raging karmic fire, crashed down fiercely!

boom! boom! boom!

The frost defenses set up by Xuanming shattered one after another, and were completely destroyed in just sixty breaths.

The power of the crimson tribulation lightning appeared to have been reduced to less than one-tenth.

"The power of this tribulation lightning... truly exceeded expectations!"

Xuanming gasped, and boundless coldness swept out from her body, forming a layer of mysterious ice armor on her skin.

Without the slightest hesitation, she bent her knees slightly, the ground cracked, and she soared into the sky, using her physical body to withstand the heavenly lightning.

However, the crimson lightning seemed to possess a true spirit, breaking apart in mid-air into several strands.

Most of the lightning bypassed Xuanming and still struck straight down towards Taibai.

"—They're here!"

Taibai roared, his internal magical power burning fiercely.

The Pure White Lotus of Purity shone brightly, and all the protective spiritual treasures hummed and trembled, with all the radiance converging in front of him to form a barrier.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several bolts of crimson lightning struck down in succession, causing the Pure White Lotus in front of Taibai to tremble violently, and the protective shields of the other spiritual treasures shattered one after another.

In just three breaths, all defenses were completely annihilated.

The crimson lightning, now unimpeded, crashed down upon the Geng metal longsword planted vertically in the ground.

The longsword rang out clearly, its sound like a mournful cry.

The immense amount of merit contained within the sword surged forth with golden light, fiercely clashing with the crimson lightning and fire that coiled around the sword.

Taibai himself was connected to the sword and could clearly sense that the merit within the sword was rapidly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ten breaths, twenty breaths...

The crimson color in the lightning gradually faded, and the power of the karmic fire that burned away cause and effect slowly subsided.

The merit within the Geng metal sword, used to ward off this calamity, has vanished into nothingness.

As the last wisp of crimson light dissipated from the lightning tribulation, the remaining lightning struck straight down, about to hit the body.

At the critical moment, three beams of clear light flew out from Taibai's body, enveloping him.

A violent bolt of lightning struck it, and in no time, it melted away completely, leaving not a trace.

The swirling clouds of calamity quickly dissipated, and the light of day returned.

As Taibai sensed the three familiar streams of magical power within his body gradually calming down, he understood and couldn't help but sigh:

"It is the magic power reserved by the three teachers... As expected of the Three Pure Ones, they were able to resolve such a tribulation so easily when they joined forces."

In mid-air, Xuanming saw that the tribulation clouds had dispersed and waved his hand to remove the protective restrictions on the witches.

A moment later, Houtu's eyes trembled slightly as she awoke from her deep meditation.

Xuan Ming flashed to her side, his usually cold voice now showing a rare hint of concern:

"Little sister, how are you?"

Houtu sensed the faint yet real spiritual light within the Purple Mansion and said gently:

"Fortunately, I have not failed in my mission. After several rounds of Daoist refinement, the rudimentary form of my primordial spirit has begun to emerge within me, but it is far from being fully developed."

While this method is feasible, if we ancestral shamans truly wish to reconstruct our primordial spirit, we must first dispel the innate impurities in our bloodline. Without eliminating these impurities, even a nascent form will be difficult to sustain.

Upon hearing this, Xuanming's eyes dimmed slightly, and he let out a barely perceptible sigh.

She already knew in her heart that, given her own path and bloodline characteristics, she would probably never be able to truly return to the primordial spirit path in this lifetime.

Taibai spoke at the opportune moment, bowing respectfully to the two ancestral witches, his expression composed yet brooking no retreat:

"Now that this method has been proven to be feasible, shouldn't I receive what I am entitled to?"

"Young friend, please come with me. I will not break my promise."

As for the rest, I'll leave it to Sister Xuanming.

"Don't worry, little sister, I will stay here and wait until everyone has woken up before I leave."

Xuanming nodded, his gaze sweeping over the remaining sorcerers who were still in a meditative state.

Houtu nodded, then naturally reached out and gently grasped Taibai's wrist, softly saying, "Let's go."

The next moment, the two figures transformed into a stream of light and spun up, heading straight towards the ancestral court of the Witch Clan.

A streak of light pierced the sky, cutting through clouds and mist. Taibai gazed at the increasingly clear silhouette of Mount Buzhou in the distance and asked Houtu:

"May I ask the Ancestral Shamans, are the three Ancestral Shamans Gonggong, Zhurong, and Jumang currently in the ancestral temple?"

The three he mentioned, who respectively govern the laws of water, fire, and wood, are all formidable warriors among the Ancestral Witches.

Moreover, because water and fire are naturally incompatible, Gonggong and Zhurong have a long history of rivalry.

Witnessing such a clash of fundamental laws would be a rare opportunity for any cultivator.

Taibai was no exception; he couldn't help but want to observe and verify, which was why he asked Houtu.

Houtu's gaze remained calmly fixed on the road ahead, she gently shook her head, her voice as warm and gentle as ever:

"I have been wandering in the primordial wilderness for many years, seeking opportunities, and have not returned to the ancestral home for a long time. I am not very clear about the current situation of my clansmen."

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed across Li Bai's eyes, but he quickly recovered.

Opportunities cannot be forced, so he could only quietly bury his expectations deep in his heart.

If I obtain it, I am fortunate; if I do not, perhaps there is another destiny.

However, the famous battle between water and fire in the primordial world is probably a rare sight to be seen again.

With his cultivation level comparable to that of a quasi-saint, Tu flew away with Taibai at an extremely fast speed, and soon arrived at the ancestral court of the Wu tribe at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

The moment he landed, Taibai swept his divine sense over the area, and his hopes were dashed.

The aura of ancestral shamans such as Dijiang and Gonggong is not present here.

Upon seeing Houtu return, the patrolling shaman soldiers immediately stepped forward and respectfully bowed, saying, "Greetings, Ancestral Shaman Houtu."

"Is Brother Dijiang here?"

"The Ancestral Witch Dijiang led several other Ancestral Witches to the Ancient Zheng Plain to intimidate the demon race."

Houtu understood, waved for them to leave, and said to Taibai:

"It seems you will not be able to meet them this time, young friend."

"It's alright, thank you for your trouble, Ancestral Witch."