Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

"If the Ancestral Witch has any questions, Zhou Yi is willing to swear by his life essence to answer them." Profound Dao patterns appeared between the youth's brows, and a chaotic blue lotus phantom rose around his body.

Hou Tu's fingertips brushed against the Xuanhuang gourd at his waist, wisps of primordial earth essence emanating from its mouth: "The future you see... if I were to transform myself into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, would that be the last chance for the Wu Clan to survive?"

Zhou Yi's pupils trembled slightly, and the bronze lamp on the table suddenly burst forth with Samadhi True Fire. He stared at the faintly visible mark of Pangu's essence blood on the forehead of the Earth Ancestral Witch, but before he could speak, the goddess had already turned around.

Her shawl, embroidered with the stars of the heavens, swept across the bronze lamp tree, tracing mysterious paths in the void: "No need for further words, I already know."

As Zhou Yi watched the figure of the Earth Ancestral Witch, whose resonance with the earth veins was gradually fading into the distance, he suddenly realized that he had never truly understood this seemingly gentle Earth Ancestral Witch.

Where her skirt brushed the ground, blooming countless spider lilies, flowers unlike any she had ever seen before.

As Hou Tu said, the Lich-Demon Calamity was already written into the trajectory of Heaven. When the human race's fortune condensed into the Ziwei Emperor Star outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Lich and Demon races were destined to withdraw from the prehistoric stage.

The transformation of the earth into a cycle of reincarnation can both mend the deficiencies of the Heavenly Dao and preserve the flame of the Witch Clan through the merits of the Netherworld. Under the protection of the laws of reincarnation, even a Heavenly Dao Saint would find it difficult to reach the remnants of the Witch Clan deep within the Netherworld.

But how could the fertile earth, which had not yet faced its calamity, foresee the future? Zhou Yi stared at the Nine Netherworld Ice that had suddenly solidified on the table, the ice surface reflecting the illusory image of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Is it guided by the will of heaven and earth, or is there some unknown causal thread involved?

After lingering in the territory of the Wu tribe for more than a month, Zhou Yi finally packed his bags and prepared to set off.

No matter how warm the campfire in a foreign land may be, it can never compare to the smoke from the cooking fire in his homeland. Especially after deducing certain secrets of the heavens, he longed to confirm the safety of his people with his own eyes.

The secret conversation with the Earth God on the eve of my departure still echoed in my ears. The Earth God, who ruled over the land, had the phantom of the Six Paths of Reincarnation floating in his palm, while the starlight that had not yet fallen lingered at his fingertips.

"The dangers of the Netherworld Blood Sea that you spoke of, fellow Daoist, have already been etched into the totem of the Ancestral Witch Temple." Hou Tu waved her hand lightly, and an image of the Styx Ancestor standing on a red lotus of karmic fire appeared in the void. "But have you ever considered what would happen if the Asura race could become the guardians of reincarnation..."

Before the words were finished, the image suddenly shattered into three thousand points of light, and the twelve ancestral witch totems intertwined in the void, swallowing up all the afterimages.

It was this deduction that convinced Zhou Yi that if the Wu tribe wanted to complete its reincarnation plan, it would need at least three Jiazi (60 years) to forge the array diagram.

He must seize this window of opportunity to hone the unsharpened sword of humanity into a sharp blade.

As the light that shrank the distance across the land swept past the foot of Mount Buzhou, Zhou Yi suddenly felt the jade pendant at his waist burning. This was the warning artifact he had agreed upon with Emperor Sui, but at this moment it emitted warmth rather than a warning.

Upon landing, I was immediately struck by what I remembered: the sparse cluster of thatched huts had transformed into a hundred-mile-long complex of stone and wood buildings, with the altar of the central square blazing with crimson flames, illuminating the night as if it were daytime.

"Ancestor of Humanity!" Three elders arrived on clouds. The leader's fire-patterned wooden staff had already condensed into dragon-shaped Dao patterns. "The 'Inheritance Technique' you left behind is truly profound. Three hundred and twenty warriors can now control the dragon energy of the earth's veins."

Youchao stroked his beard and continued, "However, the threshold of the Sendai Realm is like an insurmountable chasm, and even the most outstanding talents are stuck in the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm."

Zhou Yi smiled without speaking, and a jade seedling appeared in his palm. As its branches stretched out, the runes of the Three Thousand Great Daos flowed like a river of stars, and the leaves stirred up tides of law.

Before the three elders could recover, their Taoist robes were already fluttering without wind, and three illusory flowers appeared on the top of each of their heads.

"This substance is called the Ancient Tea of ​​Enlightenment, born at the beginning of chaos." Zhou Yi flicked his finger and planted the spiritual root in the center of the plaza. The moment the gnarled roots took hold of the earth, the entire mountain range resonated and trembled. "Anyone who drinks tea brewed from these leaves can glimpse the Dao of Heaven for seven days."

The system light curtain appears at the appropriate time:

"Chaos Enlightenment Tree (Innate Spiritual Seed)"

Exchange requirements: 8,000 Dao Luck

Characteristics: The tree canopy forms its own domain of laws, and the veins of its leaves conceal three thousand Dao traces. Half an hour of cultivation beneath the tree is equivalent to a hundred days of practice, and it can bear Dao fruits upon maturity.

Gazing at the surging golden waves in the Qi Luck Pool, Zhou Yi's gaze pierced through the clouds. As the seventh branch of the ancient tea tree unfurled, he saw a future day when human cultivators would ride nine-dragon chariots across the starry sea.

Inside the Human Race Temple, Zhou Yi, with a primordial spiritual root flowing with Daoist energy suspended in his palm, explained to the three, including Suihuang:

"This Enlightenment Tea Tree is a companion to the Chaos Azure Lotus, and its leaf veins correspond to the number of stars in the celestial sphere. Compared to the collective enlightenment domain of the Bodhi Ancient Tree, these 108 golden leaves with Dao patterns are specially prepared for those who break through bottlenecks, and even quasi-saint level experts can benefit from them."

The jade slip containing the accounts unfolded in the void, its numbers shimmering with a pale golden light. Zhou Yi lightly touched the projection of the River of Fortune:

"Since the promotion of the Void Emperor Scripture, the human race's fortune has accumulated to 23,400 points. Eight hundred years ago, in order to help you break through to the Great Luo Realm, I almost exhausted my reserves. Now I can make arrangements at my leisure."

His gaze swept over the surging quasi-saint aura emanating from the three human ancestors, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Suihuang gazed at the two innate spiritual roots suspended in mid-air, his Hengyu True Fire erupting uncontrollably around him:

"Emperor Heng is wise and sagacious. Back then, my two brothers and I received a fragment of the Imperial Scripture from you. We cultivated diligently for a thousand years before attaining the Great Luo Dao Fruit. Now that we have this complete inheritance, combined with these two Chaos Spiritual Roots, we are afraid that we will be able to touch the threshold of Quasi-Saint within five hundred years."

Youchao drew ripples in the void with his fingertips, and the phantom of the Nine Heavens Palace appeared behind him: "The Void Emperor Scripture is in harmony with my Dao. The other day I comprehended the method of containing Mount Sumeru in a mustard seed. I need the Enlightenment Tea to help me perfect the art of spatial folding."

Cang Wenshi held the tortoise shell and pondered, "The calamity substitution technique recorded in the Chaotic Ancient Scriptures may be able to be carried out using tea tree leaves as a medium."

"Your Majesty!" Emperor Sui suddenly remembered something and waved his hand to summon the water mirror projection: "During your seclusion, a new generation of innate human named Ziyi attained the Taiyi fruit position through the art of weaving plants and trees. This child has considerable insight into the various arts and crafts of people's livelihood and may be able to inherit your path of innovation."

When the young man, draped in a robe woven from wisteria, was led into the temple, a strange light flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes.

He flicked his finger, conjuring twelve strands of primordial energy, which outlined the rudiments of a spinning machine in the void: "Observe the warp and weft of heaven and earth, and discern the warmth and coldness of all living beings. Young friend in black robes, have you ever considered combining your herbal arts with the needs of the mortal world?"

The black-robed Taoist priest trembled violently, and his natal magic weapon, the Thousand-Mechanism Shuttle, automatically manifested, weaving countless threads in the void: "This disciple is foolish! In the past, I only focused on studying defensive formations, but I did not consider the suffering of mortals in terms of covering their bodies. If we use clouds and mist as the warp and the earth's veins as the weft..."

He suddenly knelt down facing east, and a radiant light of enlightenment rose around him: "I humbly request Emperor Heng to allow me to establish a sacred temple for weaving, so that I may tailor garments for humankind for all eternity."

Putting these thoughts aside for the moment, Zhou Yi took out the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd, from which the remnant soul of the Myriad Fire Ancestor appeared. With the formal formation of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Myriad Fire Ancestor also gained the opportunity to reincarnate and cultivate anew.

"My survival this time is entirely thanks to your great help, fellow Daoist. Please accept this as a token of my gratitude!"