Primordial Era: I, Ksitigarbha, shall be the Supreme Being of the Primordial Era.

Having obtained the Three Lives Stone, the slight sorrow on Ksitigarbha's face instantly vanished.

In my previous life, I only read about the descriptions in various novels and learned that the Three Lives Stone eventually fell into the Netherworld after Houtu was reincarnated, becoming a scene in front of the Bridge of Helplessness, specifically for the souls of the dead to see their three lifetimes of love.

Little did he know that the Three Lives Stone was actually his own innate spiritual treasure.

Ksitigarbha speculated that the reason why Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva failed to obtain the Three Lives Stone in the previous legend was probably because he transformed too late, and his opportunity had been worn away by demonic energy, causing the Three Lives Stone to disappear on its own.

Thinking of this, Ksitigarbha's face grew even happier.

Moreover, upon seeing the power of the Three Lives Stone, Ksitigarbha suddenly had an idea come to mind.

Now that the two energies within my body are in conflict, it is difficult to find the path to enlightenment and to advance in my cultivation level.

Why not use this Three Lives Stone to split the primordial spirit, place the demonic energy in the body into that split soul, and suppress it within the Three Lives Stone?

In this way, once I find a suitable spiritual object, I can extract the divided soul, create another clone, and cultivate other paths!

"In that case, there's no need to rush to find my two future masters."

Moreover, now that the Dao Ancestor is giving a sermon, my nominal master has probably already gone to grab a seat.

Ksitigarbha muttered to himself, and then sat up again in the center of the formation.

After assuming the posture of facing upwards with five hearts facing the sky, slowly absorb spiritual energy, trying to adjust one's own state to the best.

The valley was deep and secluded, the sky obscured, and countless years had passed. Ksitigarbha finally opened his eyes, having already adjusted himself to his best condition.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air, then took out the spiritual treasure, the Three Lives Stone, and floated it above his head to suppress himself.

Ksitigarbha also knew the principle that one should press on with one's strength, then weaken with each attempt, and eventually exhaust oneself. Without resting, he immediately began to immerse his mind in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It should be understood that even for a sage, splitting one's primordial spirit is a fatal matter. If there is even the slightest mistake, it will lead to the collapse of the primordial spirit and death.

Ksitigarbha entered his sea of ​​consciousness and saw his own primordial spirit sitting cross-legged there, with three-colored spiritual light flowing around his body. However, his primordial spirit's brows were tightly furrowed, clearly indicating that he was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Ksitigarbha no longer hesitated and hurriedly activated his own spiritual energy and the remaining Daoist voice within his body to drive away the demonic energy and gather it into one point.

The demonic energy may have sensed the danger and fought back desperately, but with the combined suppression of the Dao Ancestor's Dao sound and spiritual energy, it could only shrink back to one place and could no longer be expelled.

Ksitigarbha originally thought that if he could expel the demonic energy from his primordial spirit in one go, he would not have to suffer the pain of splitting his primordial spirit. But now, there is no other way but to endure the pain of splitting his primordial spirit.

Ksitigarbha transformed his mind into a blade and swung it fiercely towards the place where the primordial spirit and demonic energy converged.

Instantly, a sharp pain spread throughout Ksitigarbha's entire body.

This pain is not physical; it comes from the depths of the soul, unbearable and inescapable.

Looking at Ksitigarbha again, one could see that a large portion of the spiritual light around his body instantly dissipated, and his cultivation level plummeted as his primordial spirit split. Amidst the fluctuations in his aura, an aura of annihilation emanated from him.

Just then, the Three Lives Stone above Ksitigarbha's head emitted a warm glow, which flowed into his sea of ​​consciousness like a waterfall from his Baihui acupoint, stabilizing his trembling primordial spirit and preventing it from collapsing.

The pain caused Ksitigarbha to break out in a cold sweat, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

After an unknown amount of time, Ksitigarbha finally awoke from his dizziness, took a moment to examine himself, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The split primordial spirit appeared as a black bead, suppressed in the sea of ​​consciousness by the Three Lives Stone. The original primordial spirit was also one-third smaller than before, sitting cross-legged in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Upon closer inspection, the black energy within the primordial spirit had vanished, replaced by a pure white jade color. A golden light shone from between the brows, which was the residual Daoist essence of the Dao Ancestor.

His furrowed brows relaxed.

Upon looking inward at the dantian again, the scene of the two energies clashing was no longer there, leaving only a gentle spiritual energy filling the entire dantian.

Seeing this, Ksitigarbha couldn't help but chuckle. Demonic energy was no longer an obstacle on his path to enlightenment. From now on, the path to enlightenment would be vast and boundless!

Without taking a break, Ksitigarbha hurriedly forced the primordial spirit bead containing demonic energy out of his body and placed it into the Three Lives Stone.

He then activated the laws contained within the Three Lives Stone to suppress this primordial spirit.

In this way, the Primordial Spirit Pearl only needs to be suppressed in the Three Lives Stone for one eon to transform into a divided soul. At that time, it is only necessary to take out the divided soul and place it in a suitable spiritual object, and it can become one of one's own clones.

Having solved his biggest problem, Ksitigarbha finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With the pressure gone, Ksitigarbha's tense mind also relaxed considerably, and a wave of drowsiness instantly washed over him.

After a yawn, Ksitigarbha actually fell asleep while sitting cross-legged.

Looking outside, outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Two Taoist priests, dressed in tattered clothes and covered in dust, finally passed through the chaos and arrived at the gate of Zixiao Palace.

"Senior brother, while we were traveling, I suddenly sensed that there was someone in the primordial world who was connected to me, but the chaotic energy made it difficult to sense them, and after that, I could no longer sense them."

A slightly short and somewhat plump Taoist priest spoke to a thin Taoist priest beside him who had a sorrowful expression.

These two are none other than the Western Daoist Zhunti and the Daoist Jieyin.

Upon hearing this, Jieyin looked surprised and said, "Junior Brother also sensed it?"

"Could it be that Senior Brother also sensed something?" Zhunti asked in confusion.

"Indeed, it seems that after the lecture, my fellow disciples and I must hurry back to the Primordial Land. Since we are destined to meet, we must go and find him!"

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

Upon hearing Jieyin's words, Zhunti also showed a joyful expression.

They attained enlightenment in the barren lands of the West and tirelessly worked to restore the Western lands. It was not only difficult for them to achieve anything alone, but they also seemed somewhat lonely. Now that they have found someone with whom they have a connection, they must seek them out.

The West has long suffered from a lack of talent!

"Alright, let's discuss this later. The most urgent matter is to first enter the Purple Cloud Palace and hear the Sage's teachings!"

"Yes, Senior Brother! Hey, boy, wait a minute before closing the door! Wait a minute before closing the door!"

Finally, the two entered Zixiao Palace just as the palace gates were about to close.

The matter of Hongyun giving up his seat and the two forcing Kunpeng to give up his seat was no longer mentioned.

Before long, a sermon was heard from within the Zixiao Palace. The palace was filled with countless rays of light, thousands of golden lotuses, a bright moon, the sun, and many other extraordinary phenomena.

Suddenly, the preaching stopped, and the Taoist patriarch said, "The Dharma is not to be passed on to six ears!"

A streak of light emerged from Zixiao Palace and descended into the primordial wilderness.

The sound of preaching then rose again.

Looking at Ksitigarbha's side, he is still asleep.

Time flows on, and three thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ksitigarbha finally awoke from his deep slumber.

Yawning and stretching, Ksitigarbha murmured, "I wonder how long I slept."

Only after regaining consciousness did I examine myself.

His body shone with a restrained spiritual light, surrounded by spiritual energy. He wore a bright red Taoist robe, and his red pupils were now subdued, no longer displaying the eerie color he had when he transformed.

If he goes out like this, others will only say, "What a fine young man! What a banished immortal!"

After examining it, Ksitigarbha gave a bitter smile, "I never imagined that this soul division would wipe out thousands of years of cultivation, causing my realm to drop from True Immortal to Celestial Immortal!"

He then added with a relaxed expression, "Although my cultivation level has dropped, my path to enlightenment is now much smoother, and my progress should accelerate considerably!"

"In that case, I must also go to find my future master, but I don't know how far the journey will be."

Ksitigarbha stood up, looked around, and gazed at the place where he had lived for thousands of years, his heart filled with emotion.

"From now on, let's call this place the Valley of Entering the Dao!"

Having said that, he summoned a cloud, stepped onto it, and rode off out of the valley.