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

The ten little golden crows had a clear goal, and they were flying towards the primordial land.

Their trailing flames burned through the sky, and the surface of the river vaporized with a roar.

Ancient trees, some over a thousand years old, spontaneously combusted from their crowns, transforming the entire forest into a straight array of torches.

Lava veins rose from the mountain rocks, and boulders shattered and burst in the high temperature.

Those creatures that couldn't escape were instantly reduced to charcoal the moment the light touched them.

Rivers, lakes, and seas were boiling, and schools of fish were leaping in the water, but they all died in the blink of an eye.

Some cultivators tried to escape by using their escape light, but the protective immortal light shattered the next moment.

Even worse, some people tried to summon rain to extinguish the fire, but the water turned into scorching fog before it even fell.

When someone wanted to offer a magical artifact for protection, the artifact melted into molten iron and dripped down from the air.

One by one, burning human figures fell from the sky, smashing into the scorched earth and creating scattered sparks, only to be swallowed up by an even more intense light in an instant.

In the primordial world, Mount Wanshou, Mount Kunlun, Mount Sumeru, and other powerful sacred sites became places where all living beings sought refuge from calamity.

Those creatures that managed to escape to this place trampled each other, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and blood.

But the ten golden crows seemed not to see it and continued to swoop forward.

They were not flying aimlessly, but were carrying out massacres along the various tribes of the Wu clan.

In the Wuyi Mountains, several layers of protective mountain formations have collapsed under the terrifying high temperatures.

Standing inside the mountain, feeling the hellish scene outside, Taibai couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

He knew in his heart that he had no chance of directly stopping the ten rampaging golden crows.

Just then, Aoki's figure rushed over:

"Your Excellency, the High Priest Xiang Liu and his entourage of shamans are requesting an audience. They appear to have been attacked!"

Taibai flashed and appeared at the edge of the remaining mountain-protecting formation.

Outside the formation, Xiang Liu was enveloped in steam, followed by many Wu Clan warriors with varying degrees of injury, some with torn flesh and others with weak breaths.

"Fellow Daoist Taibai, we implore you to intervene and allow our clansmen to temporarily escape this calamity!"

Taibai's gaze swept over the sorcerers, then he looked up at the approaching blazing light in the sky and said in a deep voice:

"If you still have the strength, could you please fetch a few balls of true solar fire for me?"

Furthermore, we must quickly contact the Ancestral Witches; now that the Golden Crow has appeared, Emperor Jun and Taiyi have likely already set off.

Xiang Liu nodded heavily, having no time to say more. He turned around and transformed into a beam of light, rushing against the heatwave towards the direction where the golden crow was raging.

Li Bai watched his departing figure, sighed silently, and rolled up his sleeves:

"Follow me."

The remaining array opened a crack, and he led the group of blood-soaked Wu Clan cultivators swiftly into the Wuyi Mountains.

Behind him, another layer of protective mountain formation cracked under the intense heat.

"Aoki, convey my decree: from this moment forth, Mount Wuyi is to be sealed off. No living being shall leave the mountain without due cause. Those who leave shall never return."

This is a critical moment in the flow of the energy of heaven and earth. If even a trace of external cause and effect is brought into this mountain, it may affect Wuyi Mountain.

Even those creatures that had just entered Wuyi Mountain were now kept in a forbidden zone by Taibai, who completely isolated the Wu tribe and strictly prohibited the creatures in the mountain from interacting with them.

As soon as the message was sent, Taibai put his hands behind his back and looked at the distant sky, a deep and unyielding look on his brow.

……

On the primordial continent, Kuafu witnessed the tragic deaths of his people and immediately appeared before ten little golden crows.

"A mere high-ranking shaman dares to block our path?"

The leading golden crow shrieked sharply, its tone full of disdain.

"A mere sorcerer? You have burned my mountains and rivers, slaughtered my people! Today, none of you will escape!"

Kuafu stood in the center of the scorched earth, pressing his divine staff down with all his might.

"You talk too much nonsense. Don't waste my time, brothers, form ranks!"

At the command of the Great Golden Crow, ten cries merged into one.

They are no longer scattered and suspended in the air, but form a ring and begin to rotate like gears.

The true fire of the sun grinds outwards in all directions from the center of the ring.

Kuafu's skin was covered with dense blisters, which would burst and regenerate.

He swung his staff with all his might, but the wind from the staff could no longer stir up the airflow.

The air here had long since burned away, and each strike felt like struggling in viscous molten gold.

"Ugh! A bunch of bastards!"

Kuafu roared and plunged his peachwood staff into the lava beneath his feet.

"rise!"

Then, Kuafu suddenly lifted his arms upwards, and the thick rocky ground beneath his feet, hundreds of feet high, was lifted up and hurled towards the spinning sun.

However, the terrifying power of the Ten Suns Formation far exceeded expectations.

The giant shield of lava flow turned into magma the moment it entered the range of the great formation.

However, this was far from over; at the heart of the formation, an intense golden light shone forth.

Immediately, a slender golden beam of light separated from each of the ten golden crows and converged precisely at the core of the formation.

hum!

A terrifying beam of light, only as thick as an arm, shot down towards Kuafu below.

Kuafu roared, raising his peach wood staff overhead in an attempt to block the devastating blow.

However, the wooden staff turned to ash inch by inch, starting from the tip, and scattered with the wind.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying golden beam of light continued its momentum, shooting straight down and piercing through Kuafu's chest without any obstruction.

"Well!"

Kuafu's body stiffened abruptly, and he slowly lowered his head to look at his chest.

There was no blood splattering, only a fist-sized hole running through it.

Through the hole, you can see the twisted, scorched earth behind it.

Kuafu finally raised his head, his bloodshot pupils reflecting the ten suns.

He did not fall, but in the process of his consciousness shattering, he finally turned into a wisp of smoke.

After Kuafu died, the ten suns slowly dispersed, leaving only a smooth, glassy shell on the earth, reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

Xiang Liu, who was still rushing towards this place, sensed that Kuafu's life force had disappeared.

At first, he was somewhat surprised, but this quickly turned into deep resentment.

After completely erasing Kuafu's presence, the little golden crows took to the air again, carrying with them lingering killing intent, and swept towards the Wu tribe ahead.

Just then, Jinwu Xiaowu, who was flying at the front, suddenly trembled as a sharp arrow pierced through the air and struck his body.

"Fifth Brother!"

Amidst cries of alarm, all the golden crows flew toward their wounded brother.

However, before they could come to his rescue, a thick, black aura erupted from Xiao Wu's body, rapidly eroding his golden feathers and divine light.

"Big...Big Brother, what do we do? If we don't save Fifth Brother, he's definitely going to die!"

"Yes, elder brother, please think of a way to save fifth brother."

"Elder brother, let's take Fifth Brother back to the Lingxiao Palace first. Father will surely find a way to save him!"

The panicked golden crows all looked at the great golden crow, their eyes filled with hope and fear.

The Great Golden Crow looked at its fifth brother, who was being swallowed by the evil aura, its pupils contracted, and finally shook its head sadly.

That malevolent aura has already invaded his soul and corroded his bones. Even if his father, Emperor Jun, were to come in person, he would probably be powerless to reverse the situation.