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

"Xinping, you are best at concealment. Follow those two and see what they need to do. Once Taibai and Houtu have separated, inform me immediately."

Guiche transmitted its voice to the Great Luo Golden Immortal not far away, and then stopped and returned to the Demon Court in the direction that Donghuang Taiyi had left.

The demon cultivator named Xin Ping vanished silently, following the scent of Tai Bai as he left.

……

Several years passed in the blink of an eye during the rapid flight.

At this moment, Taibai and Houtu are getting closer and closer to the Netherworld Blood Sea.

A faint sense of resentment began to permeate the air.

Xin Ping, the Great Luo Golden Immortal of the demon race who thought he had hidden himself very well, had actually been discovered by the two of them long ago.

Houtu's primordial spirit has now been restored, and her perception is far more acute than that of the ancestral witches who relied solely on physical senses in the past.

Moreover, she is extremely meticulous and is exceptionally sensitive to any discordant fluctuations in the surrounding world.

Even the most skillful pursuit by a Great Immortal will inevitably leave traces.

In contrast, Taibai's main cultivation of the Five Elements Dao is closely related to the basic structure of heaven and earth.

Everything in the world is subject to the cycle of the Five Elements.

He was acutely aware of any anomaly in the environment.

Even if the other party's cultivation level is a whole realm higher than his, the sense of disharmony caused by long-term spying is still difficult to completely hide.

Thanks to Houtu's subtle hints, Taibai quickly figured out the source of that aura.

"Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, the Netherworld Blood Sea is approaching. Aren't you going to deal with that tail that follows?"

Houtu nodded slightly in response.

Actually, she didn't immediately take action to eliminate the stalker, wanting to see what the stalker was up to.

However, the other party simply followed from a distance without making any further moves.

"It's time."

Houtu spoke softly, her figure stopping without warning. She then turned around, facing the empty void behind her, and gently clenched her slender hand in mid-air.

A hundred miles away, Xin Ping, who was focused on maintaining his concealment, suddenly felt a tightness all over his body.

"Why...?"

The thought of horror and despair had barely formed when the sound abruptly stopped.

puff!

With a dull thud, Xin Ping's physical body and primordial spirit instantly turned into a blood mist.

"Let's go."

Houtu withdrew her hand, her tone remaining calm and even, and turned to continue flying towards the sea of ​​blood.

Taibai followed closely behind, gaining a more direct understanding of the methods of the Ancestral Witches.

At the same time, he also felt that the closer he got to the Netherworld Blood Sea, the more intense the malevolent energy became in this primordial world.

……

After a full ten years, the two are about to enter the Netherworld Blood Sea.

When the surrounding scenery began to change strangely, Taibai knew that he had arrived at the Netherworld Blood Sea.

At first, the sky above them gradually lost its clarity and turned a sickly yellowish hue.

The ground beneath their feet turned a dark reddish-brown, and between heaven and earth, there was neither sun nor moon, only a hazy, gloomy sky.

This place no longer resembles a primordial wilderness; it is more like a forgotten wasteland, a hellish edge where no living being should tread.

Once you truly enter the sea of ​​blood, the stench of blood begins to grow stronger.

Dark red liquid began to seep from the ground, emitting an even stronger stench of decay.

They continued forward, and finally, the true face of the Netherworld Blood Sea came into view.

The water in the Netherworld Blood Sea is dark red, and each wave makes a dull splashing sound.

On the sea, countless blurry faces appeared and disappeared; they were the vengeful spirits that had sunk into the sea.

They silently opened their mouths, surging upwards, but they could not escape the shackles of the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Just as Taibai was stunned by the sight, a sudden change occurred.

In the very center of that desolate sea of ​​blood, the viscous waves of blood silently parted to both sides without warning.

A magnificent and colossal palace slowly rose from the split abyss of blood.

Immediately afterwards, a figure emerged step by step from the depths of the Blood Crystal Palace.

The newcomer wore a dark red Taoist robe, had a pale face, slender eyebrows and eyes, and strangely red lips.

His appearance was not exactly the same as that of the Styx Ancestor in Taibai's memory. He was less sinister and more profound and deathly silent, as if he had become one with the Blood Sea.

But what kind of cultivator would appear with such grandeur in the heart of this Netherworld Blood Sea?

Throughout the entire world, apart from that ancestor who was known as "the sea of ​​blood never dries up and the river of the underworld never dies," there was no other like him.

What chilled Taibai even more was that the aura of the Styx Ancestor was not existing independently at this moment.

He seemed to be an extension of the will of this sea of ​​blood, a manifestation of the rolling waves of blood.

His every breath seemed to stir up the tides of the entire Netherworld Blood Sea.

A powerful illusion that "the River Styx is the Sea of ​​Blood, and the Sea of ​​Blood is the River Styx" overwhelmed Taibai's senses.

"Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, why do you tread on my filthy land? And this disciple of the Three Pure Ones, you are truly a rare guest."

"You two might as well speak frankly, what exactly is the purpose of your visit to this Netherworld Blood Sea? That way, I won't misunderstand."

Actually, he was somewhat surprised when he first sensed their presence.

He simply couldn't understand why these disciples of the Three Pure Ones would be mixed up with the ancestral witches of the Witch Clan.

In that instant, countless thoughts had flashed through his mind.

But he eventually overturned them all, believing that the Three Pure Ones would not side with either the Witch Clan or the Demon Clan.

The Witch Clan's greatest enemy right now is the Demon Court, and they would never dare to attack his Netherworld Blood Sea at such a crucial moment.

Therefore, instead of speculating here, it's better to just ask these two people directly.

Houtu respectfully bowed to the Styx Ancestor and then spoke:

"I have been inspired by the heavens and earth, and therefore wish to spend some time cultivating in the Netherworld Blood Sea. I wonder if the Ancestor would grant my request?"

When Styx saw Houtu's actions, he was momentarily stunned.

In his eyes, the witch clan were all barbarians, especially the twelve ancestral witches.

"The connection between heaven and earth? The witch clan can also sense the connection between heaven and earth? I remember that your witch clan does not have a primordial spirit."

Styx sneered inwardly.

The Wu tribe does not cultivate their primordial spirit, nor do they comprehend the Dao of Heaven, so how can they speak of spiritual resonance? This excuse is utterly absurd.

His gaze swept over Houtu, then glanced at Taibai, who stood silently to the side, and his doubts grew even stronger.

Houtu knew that the Styx Ancestor did not believe her words at all, so she immediately released her primordial spirit.

Behind her, a phantom that looked exactly like her quietly appeared, hovering silently, merging with her physical aura, becoming one with her.

The blood sea aura surging around the Styx Ancestor suddenly became chaotic, and the blood waves below stirred violently without wind.

Watching Houtu's movements, he even thought for a moment that he was under an illusion, and could only utter a few words in surprise:

"Houtu actually has a primordial spirit? Isn't Houtu one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches? Could I have fallen under some kind of terrifying illusion?"