Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 124 Crimson Cloud Escape Technique

Ao Xuan's enormous dragon body traversed the nine heavens.

Its speed far surpasses the realm of ordinary immortals' escape techniques.

Yet its back remained as steady as a mountain, revealing not a trace of bumps.

Ma Yuan and the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers sat facing each other, sipping tea and discussing philosophy.

As her injuries stabilized, the Flower Fairy's heart, which had been agitated by her ordeal, finally found peace.

Looking at the mysterious Taoist priest before her, whose aura was as deep as the sea yet whose speech and demeanor were gentle and calm, her curiosity grew even stronger.

"Senior's cultivation is profound and your supernatural powers are vast; you are surely no ordinary reclusive cultivator." After pondering for a moment, Fairy Hundred Flowers finally couldn't help but ask tentatively.

"Where is your sacred mountain, senior? And from whom did you learn your master?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Yuan smiled calmly, slowly poured her a cup of immortal tea, and replied in a flat voice:
"I am but a wandering cultivator from the mountains. I happened to find a barren cave on the shore of the East Sea and have been cultivating on my own ever since. I have no lineage or background, so I am sorry that you have to laugh at me, Fairy."

Upon hearing this, the Flower Fairy felt even more awe.

She was born in the Western Kunlun Mountains and knew the difficulty of spiritual cultivation.

He himself was born with innate spiritual roots and had an extraordinary background. He also received the blessings of West Kunlun and listened to the teachings of the quasi-saint and great power Queen Mother of the West day and night. To this day, he has only just entered the Taiyi realm.

Ma Yuan, through his own exploration, has attained a level of skill far surpassing mine.
Its origins are probably not as simple as he claims.

However, she was also a clever person, and seeing that Ma Yuan was unwilling to talk more, she did not press him further.

But as he changed the subject, a hint of guilt crept onto his face.

"It's embarrassing to admit," she sighed softly, a hint of self-reproach in her voice.
"Master had already sensed that the great calamity of the Lich King was approaching, and that the heavenly secrets were in chaos, with murderous intent lurking in the shadows."

Therefore, tens of thousands of years ago, a decree was issued to seal the gates of West Kunlun Mountain, forbidding any disciple from leaving without permission, lest they be tainted by external karma and mistakenly enter into a great calamity.

"However, this junior's resolve is ultimately not firm. After cultivating in seclusion in that sacred realm for so long, I can't help but feel a bit bored."

Hearing of a rare treasure appearing in the East Sea, he became curious and secretly descended the mountain without his master's knowledge, never imagining he would nearly cause such a disaster.

Ma Yuan listened quietly, understanding the situation perfectly.

He knew that what the Flower Fairy said was true.

The Western Kunlun Sacred Realm is the most supreme blessed land in the primordial world.

Legend has it that it was transformed from the head of Pangu, and is the ancestral mountain range of Wanshan, which is opposite to the East Kunlun Mountains occupied by the Three Pure Ones.

Looking across the vast wilderness, apart from Mount Buzhou, which serves as the backbone of heaven and earth and has been occupied by the Wu tribe, there is no other sacred mountain or blessed land that can compare to it.

It can be called the second sacred mountain in the primordial world.

Such a sacred place is further protected by the supreme power of the Queen Mother of the West.

It has long been a world unto itself, impervious to all laws.

If this Fairy of a Hundred Flowers hadn't descended the mountain on her own and become entangled in the karma of the mortal world, how could she have so easily fallen into the Black Scale Demon Lord's scheme?
The two traveled westward, and nearly a century passed in the blink of an eye.

During their time on the desolate land filled with the aura of calamity, they encountered many ignorant demon cultivators who, upon seeing the two riding a black dragon, became greedy and tried to block their path to seize their treasures.

Ma Yuan was too lazy to waste words on such suicidal people. He would simply wave his sleeve, and the harmonious Five Elements Divine Light would sweep out, instantly annihilating their body and soul. Then, he would casually use his supernatural powers to erase the traces of cause and effect, leaving no future trouble.

The Fairy of a Hundred Flowers took in all of this, and her awe of Ma Yuan grew even deeper.

During his leisure time during his century-long journey, Ma Yuan devoted most of his attention to studying the purple-blue gourd.

Since absorbing the fragments of the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd in that valley.

This innate spiritual treasure, which he had nurtured for countless millennia, began to undergo all sorts of strange changes.

Its pure purple and blue color has gradually evolved into a more ancient and profound grayish-yellow.

Its surface was imbued with a Taoist aura, which was somewhat mysterious and inexplicable.

Curious, Ma Yuan cautiously probed a wisp of divine thought into the gourd's primordial space.

It could only be seen within that chaotic and ignorant gourd-shaped primordial space.

A wisp of extremely faint, broken true spirit was silently suspended. That true spirit was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

However, the vast and indestructible Dao aura emanating from it reveals the terrifying cultivation of its master in his lifetime!
Ancestor Hongyun!

"He... hasn't completely perished yet?!"

A storm raged in Ma Yuan's heart.

He never expected that the old ancestor Hongyun, who was already destined to die and disappear, would be there.

Its last wisp of original true spirit was miraculously protected by the fragments of the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd and survived by sheer luck!
Before he could recover from his shock, his divine sense underwent another change the moment it came into contact with that wisp of broken true spirit!

That faint wisp of true spirit seemed to sense in the darkness that Ma Yuan meant no harm.

A flash of light appeared on it, and a graceful and unrestrained profound Dao seal detached itself and quietly merged into Ma Yuan's divine sense!
Immediately afterwards, a vast and profound torrent of information, as boundless as the ocean, surged into his sea of ​​consciousness along with his divine sense!

"Om-!"

Countless profound runes and Daoist principles arose and disappeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Ultimately, it transformed into a supreme escape technique filled with the spirit of freedom!
Red Cloud Escape Technique!
Ma Yuan suddenly understood, instantly comprehending all the causes and consequences of the situation.

"The cycle of cause and effect is truly mysterious."

Ma Yuan sighed softly to himself.

The reason why the fragments of the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd ended up in the boundless wilderness, in a valley only hundreds of millions of miles away from Skull Mountain, is that...

It was not a mere coincidence.

Rather, it was because it shared the same origin as the purple-blue gourd in his hand, and they were attracted to each other in some mysterious way!
If it weren't for my own chance encounter, following the cause and effect, that I would have found this fragment.

The true spirit of the crimson cloud hidden within will likely vanish completely under the erosion of the heavenly tribulation energy before long, with no possibility of resurrection whatsoever.

Unintentionally, he saved this kind-hearted old man from his last chance of survival.

This unparalleled escape technique, unmatched throughout the primordial world, was a gift from Ancestor Hongyun to himself.

A drink, a peck, all have a certain number.

Ma Yuan slowly withdrew his divine sense, a complex emotion flashing in his deep eyes.

He knew that although Hongyun had managed to retain a wisp of true spirit, his primordial spirit was shattered, his Dao body was scattered, and his Quasi-Saint Dao Fruit had been completely returned to heaven and earth in the self-destruction.

For this faint wisp of true spirit to return to the primordial world is as difficult as defying creation and reshaping the universe; it is by no means something that can be accomplished by ordinary means.

"Very well, we'll deal with this matter another day."

Ma Yuan put the now completely calm, grayish-yellow gourd back into his body.

He then devoted all his attention to comprehending the supreme escape technique he had just acquired.

Hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Ao Xuan's enormous dragon body finally came to a slow stop.

Ahead, the sea of ​​clouds churns, revealing a majestic and boundless sacred mountain, its tip partially hidden amidst endless celestial light and auspicious mist.

The sacred mountain was so high that it seemed to pierce through the nine heavens and ten earths.

Its mountain range is so vast that it stretches for countless billions of miles.

Above the mountain, celestial mist swirls and auspicious energy rises, with thousands of extraordinary innate spiritual veins winding and coiling like giant dragons.

An ancient and desolate, seemingly ancient and ancient pressure, as if it were as old as the entire primordial world, swept over us from the sacred mountain!

The ancestor of all mountains, the Western Kunlun!

As the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers gazed upon the sacred realm of her sect before her, her beautiful eyes revealed a deep-seated admiration and excitement.

She bowed respectfully to Ma Yuan, her voice sincere:

"Senior, we've arrived at West Kunlun..."

(End of this chapter)