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

"I have already developed a primordial spirit, and this is precisely because I am sensing the guidance of the Heavenly Dao."

I have come here specifically to seek a glimmer of opportunity. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Styx would be so kind as to grant me this favor?

Houtu responded calmly and composedly.

Styx's blood-red eyes flickered slightly as he gave Houtu a deep look.

The birth of a primordial spirit among the Wu tribe was truly inconceivable and shook the primordial world.

But then I thought, although this matter is strange, what does it have to do with his River Styx and this sea of ​​blood?

The war between the Lich King and the Demon King is a battle for the destiny of the protagonists of heaven and earth. He possesses the Blood Sea and has formed his own power, and has never wanted to get involved.

Whether the possession of a primordial spirit by the Wu tribe is a blessing or a curse, a sign of strength or weakness, is a matter for Heaven and the twelve ancestral witches to decide.

There's no need for him to investigate this thoroughly and invite unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, this place is the Netherworld Blood Sea, his training ground, and the foundation of his business.

The saying that the sea of ​​blood will never dry up and the River Styx will never die is no exaggeration.

Here, he is the master, able to summon boundless waves of blood with a single thought. With the power of the sea of ​​blood, even if a saint were to personally descend, he is confident that he could handle the situation.

Even if Houtu had a primordial spirit, what waves could she possibly make in this sea of ​​blood?

If she truly has ulterior motives, I will know it in an instant and can suppress her with a flick of my wrist.

Thinking of this, the slight surprise and doubt in Styx's heart faded, turning into a faint indifference.

As long as his fundamental interests are not violated, he can't be bothered with minor details.

"I see. Since it is the guidance of Heaven, Fellow Daoist Houtu, please make yourself at home."

Although this sea of ​​blood is filthy, it also possesses a unique Daoist charm, which may help fellow Daoists to comprehend it.

Upon hearing this, Houtu smiled faintly and bowed slightly once more.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist."

She glanced at Taibai, then said nothing more and flew towards the depths of the churning, blood-red sea of ​​the underworld.

Watching Houtu disappear into the depths of the sea of ​​blood, Styx turned his gaze to Taibai beside him, a look of inquiry returning to his blood-red eyes:

"Fellow Daoist Houtu has gone to seek her destiny. Young friend Taibai, what brings you here?"

"Please speak frankly. Although this place is treacherous, I may be able to extend some hospitality and offer some guidance to you, young friend."

Taibai's mind raced, but his expression grew even more respectful as he bowed once more towards the direction of the White Bone Blood Crystal Palace:

"I am humbled. To be honest, I came here mainly to serve the ancestral witch Houtu and to see the world."

If you truly wish to speak of any selfish motives, may I ask Senior Styx, have you ever heard of the whereabouts of the Eastern Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag?

"The Eastern Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag? Such a precious treasure has always been elusive, and even I do not know its whereabouts."

If you truly wish to seek guidance, young friend, you might consider returning to Kunlun and consulting the Three Pure Ones. The sages possess great supernatural powers and may be able to point you in the right direction.

"By the way, young friend, you should know that this Netherworld Blood Sea is by no means a benevolent place."

For your safety, young friend, it would be best if you didn't wander around here. Hahaha!

Before the laughter subsided, Styx's body, along with the Blood Essence Palace beneath his feet, instantly dissolved, merging into the sea of ​​blood below with a splash.

Taibai stood there, the laughter and warnings of the Styx River still echoing in his ears.

"Shrewd and calculating, leaving no room for error..."

Styx's reply, seemingly polite, actually kept people at arm's length and even contained a hidden threat.

However, this was already within Taibai's expectations.

It would be truly strange if the Styx Ancestor could easily reveal the whereabouts of innate spiritual treasures.

Taibai moved, transforming into an inconspicuous stream of light, and flew towards the outer edge of the sea of ​​blood.

Although the Styx River has a very strong control over the Netherworld Blood Sea, the evil energy is relatively thin in the edge areas, so the Styx River's perception and control will inevitably be weakened.

The risk of being discovered is much lower there.

Before long, Taibai arrived at the shore area.

He carefully scanned his surroundings with his divine sense, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he began to take action.

He quickly made a series of hand gestures, and streaks of light flew out from his sleeves, rapidly setting up layers of arrays.

Only after setting up dozens of layers of formations both inside and outside did Taibai finally breathe a slight sigh of relief.

He took a deep breath, stepped into the core of the formation, and sat down cross-legged.

The mind sinks into the Purple Palace, communicating with the inner world.

The next moment, Taibai raised his hand slightly, his five fingers spread out, on his palm.

"come out."

With a low shout from Taibai, a massive corpse slid down from the crack and crashed heavily onto the ground in front of him.

This is the corpse of the Golden Crow that Houtu gave to Taibai. Although it has been gone for countless years, the body still retains the posture it was in when it died.

With its three legs curled up and wings half-spread, each gilded feather radiates an inextinguishable flame.

"As expected of Emperor Jun's bloodline, this True Fire of the Sun is terrifying, far surpassing the Fire Laws I cultivate."

Taibai murmured. Although he also cultivated the Law of Fire, his Daoist robe was already scorched with countless marks.

He was only a Taiyi Golden Immortal, yet when faced with the remains of the Golden Crow, which had once been a Golden Immortal, he felt as if he were an ant trying to shake a mountain.

However, all he wanted was the true fire of the sun from the three-legged golden crow.

Taibai made a hand seal, and the Nine Palaces Spirit Locking Array flew out from his sleeve, transforming into nine cold jade chains that wrapped around the Golden Crow's neck.

The moment the chain touched the feather, a massive amount of white steam rose up amidst a piercing hissing sound.

"Damn it, it seems that if I ever try to comprehend the True Fire of the Sun, I must never use the Devouring Law, or I might explode and die."

Seeing that the true fire of the sun was not easy to control, Taibai immediately mobilized the five elements to balance the true fire of the sun, and bit his tongue to spit out three mouthfuls of his life essence blood.

With the blessing of the Five Elements Laws, the essence blood merged into the formation, and the cold jade chains suddenly showed blood patterns, actually drilling towards the heart of the Golden Crow.

The feathers shattered inch by inch, revealing the glass-like skeleton beneath. Deep within the skeleton, a point of pure, golden light was slowly pulsating.

And this is the origin of the true fire of the sun.

Taibai's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he channeled all his power into the Law of Water.

The water released by the Law of Water made a hissing sound the moment it came into contact with the corpse of the Golden Crow.

Within the vortex of water and fire, that golden light suddenly expanded.

However, this power of the Water Law was far from enough to weaken the Golden Crow's true solar fire origin.

He then used wood to start a fire.

As the Law of Wood was unleashed, golden flames flowed along the wood veins, while the True Fire of the Sun burned fiercely.

The magical power of the Taiyi Golden Immortal surged forth without reservation at this moment.

It flows endlessly into the ever-renewing laws of wood, transforming into even more firewood.

Seven days and seven nights.

The light emanating from the Golden Crow's heart grew ever more intense, the very essence of the sun's true fire.

Having broken free from its final shackles, it transformed into a thin golden stream, flowing out along the illusory image of the Law of Wood.

At the very moment the source left the body, Taibai's right hand, which had been holding out in a relaxed manner, suddenly clenched.

Taibai did not use any magical treasures to collect the true fire of the sun, but instead used his powerful magic to envelop it.

The terrifyingly high temperature instantly evaporated the outermost layer of magic, sending white vapor billowing into the sky.

Taibai's body trembled violently, and his face turned somewhat ugly.

Even a trace of the true fire of the sun is far beyond the capacity of ordinary magical power to withstand.

As soon as one layer of magic power evaporates, ten or even a hundred layers of subsequent magic power surge upwards.

One after another, they used sheer numbers to create absolute inclusiveness and isolation.

The golden stream surged and struggled within the giant hand of magic, yet it could never break through the layers of confinement.

"Phew, I've finally managed to control this True Sun Fire for now, but I still need to get rid of it as soon as possible, otherwise the excessive consumption will eventually arouse suspicion."