Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

However, the turning point of fate is often hidden in the dramatic changes of heaven and earth. Hou Tu, the most compassionate of the twelve ancestral witches, is about to use the true body of the ancestral witch as a sacrifice to start the cycle of reincarnation that will change the pattern of the primordial world.

Since the beginning of time, countless beings in the primordial world have perished, their souls drifting like rootless duckweed towards the Netherworld Blood Sea.

This crimson water, filled with karma and resentment, carries countless unresolved causes and effects, like a karmic red lotus hanging above the heads of all living beings in the primordial world.

Until that figure shrouded in primordial yellow energy resolutely stepped into the depths of the sea of ​​blood, the entire primordial world heard the golden rain of merit descended by the Heavenly Dao.

As the Six Paths of Reincarnation slowly rose from the vortex of the sea of ​​blood, the wandering souls of the world finally found their home.

This wondrous spectacle of heaven and earth, evolved from the ancestral witches, not only perfected the laws of life and death in the primordial world, but also invisibly resolved the karmic forces accumulated over hundreds of thousands of eons.

Zhou Yi gazed at the surging purple aura of reincarnation in the direction of the Netherworld, his fingertips unconsciously calculating the trajectory of heavenly secrets. Even though he knew many ancient secrets, he could not fathom whether the proof of the Dao by the thick earth was a scheme of the Heavenly Dao or a compassion of the Great Dao.

At this point, Zhou Yi was no longer the ignorant cultivator who had just arrived in the primordial world.

As his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth deepened, he realized that this world was full of hidden clues: the seemingly inactive act of the Sage Taiqing spreading the Dao, the strange look that flashed in Nuwa's eyes when she mended the sky, and even the interval between the three sermons of the Dao Ancestor were in line with some kind of mysterious law.

These discoveries convinced him that the reincarnation of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Fires was far more complex than it appeared.

On the seventh day and night when the purple light of reincarnation illuminated the netherworld, Zhou Yi set up the Heaven-Stealing and Sun-Changing Array on the summit of Kunlun Mountain.

He knew better than anyone else that when the cycle of reincarnation was fully stabilized, that remnant soul that held the innate cloud spirit's origin would...

Following the Jade Purity Edict left by the Primordial Celestial Venerable, he will transform into the clearest clouds atop Zhongnan Mountain. Yun Zhongzi, known as the True Immortal of Fortune and Virtue, is currently reshaping his Dao foundation deep within the cycle of reincarnation.

As time passed, Yun Zhongzi attained enlightenment through accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, and was revered by the Three Realms as the "Golden Immortal of Good Deeds".

The cultivators of the Primordial World often used the fate of Daoist Wanhuo as a warning. The Primordial Purple Qi bestowed by Heaven was originally an opportunity for all ages, but due to the entanglement of cause and effect, it brought about a calamity of slaughter. This shows that the cycle of Heaven has its own balance.

Zhou Yi stood on the precipice piled with bones, gazing at the surging crimson clouds in the sky. He was not in a hurry to seek out the Great Earth Shaman, but instead chuckled softly at the void, "The tide of blood has risen; it is time for that one to come and prove his Dao."

He leaped into a streak of light and traversed the void, causing ghostly spirits to shriek and retreat wherever he passed, carving a golden trail through the blood-soaked mist.

This netherworld has existed since the time of Pangu's fall.

Legend has it that the stagnant blood in the umbilicus of the creator god transformed into a vast sea of ​​blood, within which the twelve-petaled karmic fire lotus took root, devouring countless creatures that strayed into this place over millions of years.

At this moment, Zhou Yi hovered at the horizon where the sea met the sky, witnessing a distorted human face emerge from the crimson waves, only to be instantly torn apart by the whirlpool.

"What a filthy hub of the three realms!" He flicked his sleeve to disperse the foul wind that was rushing towards him, which was actually mixed with fine bone fragments.

For miles around, no living creatures could be seen; only miasma, like rotting flesh, condensed into clouds, dyeing the sky a sickly dark purple.

Amidst the crashing waves of blood, the cries of countless wronged souls could be heard, and even the rocks beneath one's feet were seeping with dark red blood.

Zhou Yi did not venture into dangerous territory; instead, he built a hut on the blood-red beach. The threshold to becoming a Quasi-Saint loomed before him, and breaking through to the Saintly realm required a massive accumulation of knowledge.

These days he has been repeatedly deducing the mysteries of the Nine Secrets, only to find that the profoundness of this secret technique inherited from the desolate world far exceeds his expectations.

Every time the moon is full, ancient incantations resound from the depths of the Blood Sea, creating a strange resonance with the secret of the character "皆" within the body.

Thirty years have passed since the passing of winter and summer. On this day, Zhou Yi was pondering the profound meaning of the "Fighting" technique when he suddenly felt the vast sea of ​​blood strangely calm down.

The twelve ancestral witch totems rose from the sea, and in the center, a woman in a plain-colored gauze dress rode the waves.

A bell carved from white bone dangled from her hair, and a spot of cinnabar between her brows was as bright as weeping blood. Her pure aura kept the foul blood waves at bay for three feet.

This is completely different from what Zhou Yi imagined. Legend has it that the witch tribe are all twelve feet tall with blue faces and fangs, but the woman before him is as cold and aloof as moonlight.

What startled him even more was that the Daoist aura of reincarnation flowing around Hou Tu was in a delicate balance with the resentment of the Blood Sea. When she looked up, the strange phenomenon of the reversed Milky Way in her eyes made even the quasi-saint's heart tremble.

Beneath the blood-red sky, amidst the churning crimson sea, a woman in white robes was surrounded by a pale golden aura. Zhou Yi walked ten feet away on the waves and discovered that this ancestral witch, renowned for her ruthless killing, was actually lost in thought, gazing at the countless wandering souls in the sky.

"Fellow Daoist, you have lingered here for three days. Have you encountered some intractable problem?" Zhou Yi raised his hand to ward off the attacking vengeful spirit, deliberately making the bronze sword at his waist emit a clear ringing sound.

The figure within the halo trembled slightly, and as it turned, the witch's mark on its forehead flickered: "A human can actually traverse the blood miasma and find this place?"

Barefoot on the crest of the wave, the karmic fire and red lotus beneath her feet appear and disappear. "Look at these remnants of souls. In life, they were nothing more than children gathering herbs and fisherwomen weaving nets, but now they are destined to be forever condemned."

Zhou Yi gazed at the faint light swirling around her fingertips, within which the remnant soul of an old woman was mechanically repeating the motion of spinning thread.

When a single crystal tear falls into the sea of ​​blood, half a white lotus blooms amidst the rising mist.

"Among them are 30,000 souls of my people." Zhou Yi took out a cracked tortoise shell from his robes, the human totem on it was burning hot. "They died fighting to protect their tribe, but now even reincarnation is a luxury."

Thick earth suddenly drew closer, twelve phantom images of reincarnation swirling behind: "The Ancestor of Humanity? The leader who led humanity to escape the demon court's pursuit?"

She examined the star patterns on the other person's black battle robe. "To cultivate to the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal without inheriting a primordial spirit, if Di Jun knew..."

"Isn't the Witch Clan also searching for a way to avert the calamity?" Zhou Yi let the blood waves soak his clothes, pointing to the countless new souls falling from the crack in the sky. "When the primordial calamity rises again, these wandering souls will probably increase a hundredfold."

The sea of ​​blood beneath their feet suddenly churned violently, and the twelve-petaled karmic fire lotus fully materialized.

The thick earth brushed against the materializing Wheel of Reincarnation, and the voice suddenly softened: "So you came to find me, to find a way for the souls of the human race to live?"

Zhou Yi unconsciously rubbed the hem of his clothes with his fingertips, and the words of Hou Tu stirred up ripples in his mind.

At this moment, the sound of the churning waves of the sea of ​​blood seemed to fade into the distance, and the hidden memories of the Lich War resurfaced in my mind.

He noticed the slight frown on Hou Tu's brow. Could this ancestral witch who ruled the earth have foreseen the catastrophe that would overturn the heavens and the earth?

The Wu clan possesses a powerful physical body but lacks a primordial spirit. Even with their profound cultivation, how could they possibly comprehend the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao?

"This journey was originally intended to seek a breakthrough opportunity..." Zhou Yi opened his palm, and a wisp of remnant soul, like a rosy cloud, appeared and disappeared within it. "Who would have thought that I would encounter Fellow Daoist Wan Huo outside Wuzhuang Temple and be robbed?"

The blood-soaked wind whipped up his dark robes, and his lingering soul cast a hazy crimson light around him, reaching a distance of three zhang.

Hou Tu leaned forward slightly upon hearing this, the Yu Qiang bone ornament hanging from her hair jingling: "Are you talking about the Quasi-Saint War a hundred years ago?" She clearly remembered the energy fluctuations that shook the primordial world back then, when the snow on the summit of Buzhou Mountain fell softly for three months.