Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Seeing this, Zhou Yi was about to bring up the old story of the Demon Master Roc, but Tongtian Sect Leader waved his hand, already losing interest: "The Chaos Sea is fraught with danger. With your current level of cultivation, it would be best to go back as soon as possible."

Before he finished speaking, he and his disciple vanished in a streak of light, leaving Zhou Yi staring at the sky with a bitter smile. This sage was truly spontaneous, his joy and anger written all over his face, much more genuine than those pretentious immortals.

However, this straightforward attitude also proves that he is not worthy of the sage's attention at this moment.

Zhou Yi clenched his fist as he gazed in the direction where the Chaos Bell had fled. To truly stand on equal footing with these great powers of heaven and earth, he still needed to wait for the opportunity presented by the Investiture of the Gods.

The Chaos Bell sped through the Chaos Sea like a startled fish, its five-colored divine light stirring up the chaotic air currents.

Zhou Yi was sweating profusely as he chased after the giant golden bell, nearly losing track of it several times, until the bell slowed down after confirming it was safe, allowing him to get close.

"After following me for so long, this human brat wants to be my master too?" A deep, resonant bell suddenly rang out, shaking the chaos, and thousands of chaotic energies wrapped around Zhou Yi's robes as if they were living things.

The young man, who had anticipated this, stood still, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

The top-tier magical artifacts from the beginning of time possess their own spirituality. The power of the Chaos Bell is terrifying; even a saint cannot forcibly subdue it. How can ordinary objects compare?

Although Zhou Yi secretly tampered with the Chaos Bell, such a small trick was like a tickle to a treasure of this caliber.

If things got serious, Chaos Bell could ruin all those arrangements with a single thought, but he's not bothering with it now simply because he's too lazy to bother.

However, the fact that the Chaos Bell didn't erase those arrangements seems to have left Zhou Yi with a glimmer of hope, perhaps even a chance to bring them back to his own use.

It's not surprising that top-tier magical artifacts can talk; many inferior spiritual artifacts have even developed sentience, let alone an ancient artifact like the Chaos Bell.

"I've chased you and fought you seven or eight times over the past few hundred years. I'm truly in awe of you, so I've come all the way to the Chaos Sea to broaden my horizons," Zhou Yi shouted at the top of his lungs.

The Chaos Bell hummed loudly: "You young man, you certainly have a sweet tongue. I am a treasure from the very beginning of creation, and I am not afraid of even saints in the Chaos Sea. Last time, that old man Tongtian wanted to take me in? He should take a piss and look at himself in the mirror."

Zhou Yi knew perfectly well that the Chaos Bell looked down on the Tongtian Sect Leader, probably because it was afraid of the mess left by the Jie Sect. Even Taiyi couldn't suppress the demon race's fortune back then, so wouldn't the Jie Sect's karma have tainted the bell?

"You even dare to criticize sages, that's quite an eye-opener," Zhou Yi continued, trying to smooth things over.

Chaos Bell suddenly changed its tune: "Don't flatter me. Although you didn't directly kill Taiyi, you're still involved. Believe me or not, I'll suppress you to the bottom of the sea right now." As it said this, the sound of the bell clearly revealed a sense of smugness.

Zhou Yi quickly chimed in, "Taiyi is blind and insists on going against the will of Heaven. A big shot like you should be enjoying your retirement and not getting involved in those messy affairs."

The Chaos Bell spun three times in mid-air: "That makes sense. Although I can suppress the flow of fortune, I have no obligation to be a shield. I'll let it go this time because I find you pleasing to the eye. You've been chasing me for a hundred or two hundred years, just to get me to follow you? Use whatever tricks you have."

Zhou Yi chuckled inwardly. This old fogey was all bark and no bite; if he really wanted to settle things, he would have acted already. Frankly, it was his own strength that made Chaos Zhong feel he had the right to sit down and negotiate.

The outer sea area of ​​the Chaos Sea.

Even though Zhou Yi is now standing on the threshold of the Quasi-Saint Great Perfection, in the eyes of an existence like the Chaos Bell, he is like a mayfly drifting with the tide. If it really comes down to a fight, this ancient divine bell can suppress him to the bottom of the sea in the blink of an eye.

"Master Zhong, you're currently unsupervised, and while wandering freely in the Chaos Sea is certainly carefree, won't you eventually be slowly corrupted by the chaotic energy?"

Zhou Yi rubbed his hands together and laughed, "Now the human race is the protagonist of heaven and earth. If you follow me, you won't have to bear the karma and you can also benefit from the human race's fortune."

That's not wrong. As the current ruler of the human race and the person in charge of the Fire Cloud Cave, Zhou Yi's backing by the River of Fortune is indeed tempting.

It's important to know that the Chaos Bell followed Taiyi in the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan. On the surface, they were ruler and subject, but in reality, they each got what they needed: Taiyi used it to suppress the Demon Clan's fortune, while the bell absorbed the Demon Clan's fortune to nourish its intelligence. Later, when the Heavenly Court collapsed during the Great War between the Lich King and the Demon Clan, this bell withstood the backlash from the Heavenly Dao and didn't shatter into pieces.

"Humanity's fortune is indeed overflowing..." The Chaos Bell resounded like muffled thunder, "but with your puny frame, you're not even a saint. I'll acknowledge you as my master one minute, and the Three Pure Ones can smash you into mincemeat and snatch the bell the next. Do you think I'm stupid?"

Zhou Yi stroked his chin without replying. What Chaos Zhong said made sense. In the current prehistoric world, saints reigned supreme. His status as a quasi-saint at the Great Perfection stage was enough to make him look good among ordinary cultivators, but in front of saints, it was no different than running naked.

Zhou Yi's visit to the Chaos Sea to find Chaos Meng Zhong was, to put it bluntly, a way to make his presence known in advance and lay the groundwork for future plans.

"My skills are indeed shallow right now, but who knows what the future holds?" Zhou Yi said with a smile, stroking his chin.

"Hmph! You mere humans have quite the big mouth. What? You think you can become a saint in this degenerate age?" The spirit of the Chaos Bell sneered.

It wasn't that it was deliberately making things difficult; ever since the Six Sages returned to their positions, anyone in the world who wanted to attain the Primordial State was basically dreaming.

When the Dao Ancestor of Zixiao Palace preached the Dharma, he clearly stated that the destiny of Heaven was to produce seven sages.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti occupy six seats, while the whereabouts of the last wisp of primordial purple energy remains a mystery.

Strangely enough, there were clearly six prayer cushions in Zixiao Palace back then, yet the Dao Ancestor bestowed seven opportunities to become saints. Now, apart from the purple aura of the Myriad Fire Ancestor, which has disappeared without a trace, the other recipients have already ascended to sainthood.

Zhou Yi actually held the seventh purple aura in his hand, but he had no intention of taking the old path of severing the three corpses. How could Heaven and Hongyuan allow him to become a saint so easily?

"Of the fifty paths of the Great Dao, one still remains, and the path of slaying the corpse to prove the Dao is blocked, but there may still be other ways." Zhou Yi lightly tapped the bell wall with his fingertips, causing ripples to spread across the bronze patterns.

The Chaos Bell suddenly buzzed: "Interesting. So many powerful beings yearn for things they cannot obtain, yet you speak of them as if they were water. Alright! If you truly become a saint, it wouldn't be a bad idea for you to be my master."

"Then I will take your kind words as a sign. When I attain enlightenment, I will surely come to the Chaos Sea to welcome you out of the mountain." Zhou Yi bowed with his hands clasped, his black robes fluttering even without wind.

"Hmph, I am a supreme innate treasure, my word is my bond." The Chaos Bell suddenly resounded with a deep chime. "Considering your temper with me, I'll give you a ride."

Before Zhou Yi could react, the chaotic waves exploded. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the towering silhouette of Mount Buzhou appear at the edge of the sea of ​​clouds.

This is the heaven-defying power of the Chaos Bell. Even deep within the Chaos Sea, it can still cleave through the turbulent currents of time and space, carrying Zhou Yi directly to the edge of the Primordial Heaven Realm.

Although the trip to the Chaos Sea did not yield the expected opportunities, it was not a complete failure.