Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

He reached out and caught the falling blue feather, the life feather that originally belonged to the North Sea Flood Dragon Demon, which was now dull and lifeless.

The Heart-Eating Curse planted ten days ago burned in his palm, reminding him of the audacity of someone who dared to kill his loyal followers.

"Very good..." A sinister laugh echoed in the hall, and the demonic mark on the demon master's forehead flickered.

Ever since the incident at Wanhuo Valley, he has always remembered the sword light that tore through the void, and the mysterious cultivator wearing a bronze mask who not only stole the readily available Primordial Purple Qi, but also almost severed his natal demon core.

Now, old wounds have not healed and new hatred has been added; the wailing of ten thousand ghosts emanates from the black sleeves of the robe.

Zhou Yi, inside the secret chamber, was completely unaware of the impending crisis. He was using his fingers as a brush to engrave his natal Dao patterns on the inner wall of the Immortal Bell. The spiritual energy surging from the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm transformed into molten gold, and each stroke caused the bell to resonate.

The moment the 3,600th talisman was completed, the ancient bronze bell suddenly burst forth with nine-colored light, and its sound pierced through the barriers of time and space, stirring up ripples beyond the thirty-three heavens.

Fate often takes a turn for the worse by chance. While healing his wounds, the powerful demon roc unexpectedly discovered that merging with a human soul could accelerate the healing process.

This discovery greatly encouraged him. If he could collect enough human essence, his shattered demon core could be reforged into a perfect form before the end of the Great Tribulation.

At this critical juncture of the Lich Wars, the heavily injured Roc is unable to carry out many of its plans.

He immediately dispatched his trusted serpent demon to the human territory, intending to abduct countless people to fund his medical treatment.

In the eyes of all living beings in the primordial world, the weak human race was nothing more than lambs to the slaughter, and the Jiao Demon should have been able to capture them easily on this trip.

However, fate played a cruel trick on them. Not only did the dragon demon fail to bring back even half a soul, but it also perished on the shores of the East Sea.

The roc gazed at the shattered life tablet and fell into deep thought. Although the death of the Jiao Demon was not a great loss, this unusual event hinted at a hidden secret of the human race.

The demon master, who was in a critical condition, was extremely cautious and immediately decided to seek help from the demon race's higher-ups.

"Could it be that the legacy of the Fire-Burning Technique has another guardian?" The Roc's eyes gleamed, and with a flick of its sleeve, it soared into the clouds and headed straight for the Sun God Palace.

At this moment, the Demon Emperor Jun and the Taiyi God are deducing the Zhou Tian Star Array. The Demon Master's trip may bring about new changes.

At the same time, a magnificent radiance burst forth atop Shouyang Mountain. Zhou Yi slowly emerged from his cave, the immortal bell in his hand swirling with profound and mysterious energy.

After a hundred days of refining, this innate treasure has been engraved with his innate mark, and the humanistic totems and the mountains and rivers that appear on the surface of the bell reflect each other.

"If we had obtained this bell earlier, Taiyi's Chaos Bell might not have been able to protect the Roc." Zhou Yi gently stroked the bell, feeling the vast power contained within it.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the direction of the Human Race Temple. Emperor Sui arrived on fire: "Reporting to Ancestor Man, Master Miaole has come to visit with the Taiji Diagram and is waiting in the Temple."

The appearance of this first disciple of the Humanist School caused Zhou Yi's eyebrows to twitch slightly.

When the Sage Taiqing established his teachings and attained sainthood, he only accepted Miaole as his disciple, which stands in stark contrast to the Chan and Jie teachings, which widely accepted disciples.

Now that the great calamity is about to begin, the sudden visit of this senior disciple who lives deep within the Eight Views Palace is worth pondering.

When Zhou Yi stepped into the temple, auspicious purple clouds stretched for 30,000 miles to the east. Miao Le stood atop the Bagua formation, holding a yin-yang whisk, with the faint phantom of the Taiji symbol appearing behind her.

This seemingly ordinary meeting actually concealed subtle traces of a sage's plan.

The chief disciple of Taiqing, the Grand Master Miaole, was surrounded by innate Daoist energy. Every gesture he made was a manifestation of the laws of heaven and earth, clearly indicating that he had attained the Great Luo Dao Fruit.

This is truly astonishing, as it has only been a mere six hundred years since the Sage Taiqing opened the altar and began teaching at Shouyang Mountain.

It should be known that the four ancient sages of the human race, Suiren, Youchao, Ziyi, and Zhisheng, were all favored by the heavens because of their merits in mending the sky and creating things, and broke through their shackles through their immeasurable merits.

If we're talking about the orthodox path of cultivation, even those of the ancestral lineage would find it difficult to reach the threshold of the Great Luo realm within a thousand years.

Miaole's achievements are not only due to her own extraordinary talent, but also to the guidance of the Sage Taiqing.

The Nine-Turn Golden Elixir Secret Method personally passed down by a sage, combined with the unique Primordial Qi Technique of the Eight Views Palace, is a legacy far superior to the foundation-building techniques passed down to the human race.

When Miaole explained her purpose, Zhouyi remained outwardly calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

"By order of my master, I have been stationed among the human race for a hundred years, both to examine the seeds of the Dao and to widely spread the orthodox teachings of the Xuanmen." Miaole lightly flicked her whisk, and a phantom image of Yin and Yang Taiji appeared behind her. "If there is anyone with exceptional talent, he should inherit the mantle of the Human Teachings."

Ordinary people would be overjoyed to hear this, for with the protection of the sage's lineage, what is there to fear from the demon race?

However, fragments of future time and space emerged in Zhouyi's sea of ​​consciousness: Nuwa coldly watched the catastrophe of the human race, Taiqing guarded the gates of the Eight Views Palace, and the scene of blood staining Buzhou Mountain was vivid in his mind.

The sage's sudden show of goodwill must be related to the matter of the Netherworld Blood Sea.

On the day when the Ancestral Witch of the Earth transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation and used the fortune of the human race to activate the Mountain and River Map, the gaze of the sage that pierced through the Nine Netherworlds still left its mark.

Zhou Yi lightly tapped the Kongtong Seal at his waist with his knuckles, and the warm touch of the innate treasure calmed his mind.

Miao Le's seemingly gentle gaze clearly carried a profound intention to investigate the cause and effect.

This sudden preaching is probably far more complex than it appears on the surface.

Taiqing, with a slight movement of his divine consciousness, understood the situation in the human world. It was a reasonable arrangement for him to send his chief disciple, Miaole, to transmit the Dharma.

Before the Taoist in green could finish speaking, he suddenly noticed that Zhou Yi's brows were slightly furrowed and his fingertips were repeatedly rubbing the edge of the teacup, as if a heavy burden was pressing on his throat.

"You seem to have some concerns?" Miao Le lightly flicked her whisk, her eyes beneath the jade crown showing a hint of inquiry.

Zhou Yi slammed the earthenware cup down, the bottom striking the stone table with a crisp sound: "A month ago, a demon horde launched a night attack on the Wei River tribe. Although they were repelled by the warriors with their torch array, words came from within the demon clouds..."

His Adam's apple bobbed as his voice deepened, "Those beasts actually think that devouring humans can enhance their cultivation."

"Nonsense!" Miao Le's wide sleeves stirred a gentle breeze. "How could mortal flesh and blood possess spiritual power? It must be a despicable person spreading rumors. Once I establish the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Formation here, even the Demon General himself will find it difficult to cross the line."

The candlelight in the tent flickered. As Zhou Yi rose and bowed, strands of hair fell, obscuring the dark glint in his eyes: "We are deeply grateful for the Emperor's favor, but..."

He paused slightly, "I've heard that the Northern Underworld Demon Master Palace has been making frequent strange moves lately. If we offend the Demon Court because of our preaching,..."

"How dare a mere creature with scales and horns defy the decree of the Sage?" Miao Le made a hand seal, and the Tai Chi talisman at her waist emitted a clear light. "Tomorrow at Chen Shi (7-9 AM), I will summon the tribal elders and preach the Great Dao of Golden Elixir."

As the blue cloud pattern disappeared into the twilight, four figures emerged from behind the screen.

A crimson flame ignited in the palm of the Fire Emperor's hand, scorching the stone table: "What an ungrateful wretch! He spouts the sage's decree at every turn, but does he even remember whose milk he suckled as an infant?"

Ziyi twirled the hem of her linen robe and sneered, "If it weren't for the princess's forbearance and intervention, would he really think he's a savior of the world?"

Youchao swung his bone staff and struck the ground, and immediately outside the tent came the roar of three thousand warriors raising their halberds and striking the ground.