Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

"Suppress!" With a loud shout, the ancient character "Lin" lit up from between his eyebrows.

Zhou Yi was enveloped in chaotic mist, and his fist force solidified into a massive bronze cauldron, simultaneously pressing the nine thunder dragons into the earth's veins.

Before the smoke and dust had cleared, a dragon's head, stretching for hundreds of miles, suddenly appeared deep in the clouds, its mouth spewing forth a river of starlight that plowed deep furrows into the earth.

The pressure of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal distorted space, yet Zhou Yi strode against the current through the shattered void, nine secret runes lighting up one after another on his spine.

As the phantom of the Qilin dissipated in the lightning, Zhou Yi stared blankly at the calamity fire dancing in his palm.

Dragon scales, phoenix feathers, and unicorn horns turned into three-colored ash, clearly the aura of the ancient overlords of the three races.

"So that's how it is..." He wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled, when suddenly the sound of a chaotic bell came from above his head.

Time and space froze at this moment. The Pangu Banner tore apart Yin and Yang, the Taiji Diagram stirred up a storm of the Five Elements, and the killing array formed by the phantoms of the three supreme treasures shredded him into a blood mist.

Golden bones floated in the sea of ​​lightning, and the sacred body's origin emitted a blazing light.

"All Words Technique, Open!" The shattered physical body suddenly reformed, Zhou Yi's pupils transformed into a burning sun, and his fist, carrying the law of annihilation, blasted through the chaotic bell phantom.

As the last wisp of tribulation lightning dissipated, the quasi-emperor patterns that appeared beneath his feet faintly revealed a scene of primordial creation.

"Five hundred years..." Zhou Yi gently stroked the Dao patterns on his newly formed Sacred Body and looked at the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the cave. The bottleneck that ordinary cultivators could not break through in a thousand years had actually been pushed to the half-step Great Completion stage by the Heaven-Covering Technique.

He closed his eyes and felt the surging power within his body. Although he was a quasi-emperor at this moment, he had already touched the threshold of challenging the Great Emperor realm.

As the stars swirled, Zhou Yi sat cross-legged in a cave shrouded in chaotic energy, with five dazzling halos appearing around his body.

The sacred body secret technique bestowed by the system transformed into golden runes, flowing endlessly along the eight extraordinary meridians.

Each time the secret realm is reshaped, his bones emit a clear, jade-like sound, and innate Dao patterns appear in his internal organs.

After experiencing the extraordinary phenomenon of the sun and moon shining together nine times, Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and deep in his pupils, the two streams of yin and yang flowed.

As the sound of rushing rivers emanated from within his body, crimson blood energy soared into the sky, condensing into nine coiling dragons in the void.

He gently clenched his fist, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the space within a ten-foot radius around him.

"Finally..." Zhou Yi looked at the chaotic energy flowing in his palm and recalled the pain of the system's initiation when he first received the inheritance three hundred years ago.

At that time, his golden holy blood was constantly evaporating and reorganizing. Now, it has returned to its original state and transformed into crimson clouds. Every breath he takes can resonate with the Daoist rhythm of heaven and earth.

Just as he was about to test the new power, the Xuanhuang pendant hanging at his waist suddenly trembled.

Zhou Yi calculated with his fingers, a smile playing on his lips: "Looks like those little guys are getting impatient." Before he finished speaking, his figure had already transformed into a stream of light, piercing through thirty-three layers of restrictions.

At the summit of Shouyang Mountain, the three ancestors were deducing celestial secrets from a tortoise shell when suddenly they saw the sea of ​​clouds surging like boiling water.

Suddenly, the sintered wooden staff in the hand of the Fire Emperor burst into brilliant light, and the oracle bone script in front of Cangjie arranged itself into the character "圣" (Saint).

As the golden light faded, Zhou Yi stood with his hands behind his back at the eye of the Eight Trigrams Formation, his clothes fluttering even without wind.

"Holy Ancestor!" Youchao was the first to notice the abnormality. The Book of Changes was clearly within reach, but his divine sense could not perceive its existence.

This is clearly the legendary state of "body encompassing heaven and earth," which can only be achieved by tempering the physical body to its extreme.

Zhou Yi reached out and lightly touched the void, and the hundred-mile-long sea of ​​clouds instantly condensed into a mirror: "Tell me, in these three hundred years, has anyone coveted the destiny of my clan?"

As they spoke, twelve towering illusory figures of ancestral witches appeared in the mirror, each radiating a pressure that could eclipse the stars.

"The God of Taiyi once sent a demon general to spy on us, but he was stopped by the Ancestral Witch of Houtu in the Hundred Thousand Mountains." Suihuang bowed and replied, suddenly noticing that his shadow was strangely distorted three zhang around Zhouyi, as if there was a domain that devoured light there.

Before everyone could recover from the shock, Zhou Yi suddenly pointed his fingers like a sword and thrust them towards the sky.

Thunderclouds surged in the heavens, and three hundred and sixty-five bolts of purple lightning transformed into chains that fell down, but vanished into a rain of light the instant they touched his fingertips.

Amidst the shattered lightning patterns, the outline of the Demon Court's Zhou Tian Star Array faintly emerged.

"Since we're going to try..." Zhou Yi flipped his palm and took out half of the broken fragment of the imperial weapon. As he closed his five fingers, this treasure that had once suppressed a quasi-saint shattered into dust like clay. "Take this as a gift."

Cangjie stared at the falling metal dust, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, biting his fingertip.

The character "war" written with holy blood as ink soared into the sky, transforming into a million golden-armored heavenly soldiers in the clouds.

The three ancestors were then shocked to realize that the pressure from the Book of Changes had caused Cangjie to temporarily break through three major realms.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yi burst into laughter, the sound of which caused the protective array of Shouyang Mountain to flicker unpredictably.

He casually plucked a tea leaf from the Enlightenment Tea Tree and flicked it into the void. In an instant, golden lotuses sprang up from the ground and flowers rained down from the sky, and the spiritual energy concentration of the entire mountain range increased tenfold.

The human prodigies who had been lying in seclusion deep within the cave broke out of their cultivation and knelt in devout worship towards the mountain peak.

"Send word to the Eight Desolate Tribes." Zhou Yi walked towards the altar with Dao patterns, and with each step, a star map bloomed under his feet. "Three days later, I will begin the lecture on the Primordial Sacred Body Technique. Those who can visualize the indestructible golden body may accompany me to Buzhou Mountain to retrieve the God-Slaying Spear."

The void was filled with starlight formed from Daoist principles, and the chains of laws surrounding Zhou Yi emitted a faint hum.

Suihuang's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously formed a Dao incantation. He couldn't see through the surging energy tide within the young man's body, as if he were facing a deep abyss of stars, which made him feel uneasy.

"How is this possible?" The jade ruler in Ziyi's sleeve let out a mournful cry, and three natal Dao patterns uncontrollably appeared on his forehead.

The three strongest human beings were like ants in the eye of a storm. Their proud Great Luo Dao Fruits were like candlelight compared to the bright moon in front of Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing a path through the void, creating ripples of chaos: "Do you all remember what I said before I went into seclusion?"

Emperor Sui suddenly stood up, and the stone table was cracked with spiderweb-like patterns.

He clearly remembered that rainy night three hundred years ago, when Zhou Yi, covered in blood, gripped half a bronze spear and roared amidst the thunder: "Give me three hundred years, and give humanity a glimmer of hope."

At this moment, the surging primordial energy around the young man subtly resonated with the innate Daoist principles that Nuwa used when she created humankind.

Youchao suddenly discovered that his natal spirit treasure, the "Qiwu Staff," was trembling violently, a posture of worship only adopted when facing the supreme law.

"The five elements gather at the origin to serve as firewood, and the three flowers converge at the top to form a furnace." Zhou Yi flicked his finger, and the phantom of the nine heavens appeared in the void. "I observed the movement of the stars in the heavens and examined the origin of the human race's bloodline, and finally comprehended this set of 'Mysterious Vault Emperor Scripture'."

Suihuang's pupils contracted sharply. The Golden Elixir Dao passed down by the Sage Taiqing required the severing of the seven emotions and six desires.

The golden scripture floating in Zhou Yi's palm at this moment was clearly based on the bloodline of the human race, refining the blood essence of the ancestral witch in the Blood Refining Realm, opening the innate Dao Palace in the Divine Treasury Realm, and finally condensing the true body of the Emperor Dao.

"Is this path truly feasible?" Ziyi's voice trembled. She gazed at the 129,600 Dao Seeds circulating in the scriptures, which corresponded precisely to the innate number of the human race at its inception.