Primordial Era: From the Creation Lotus to the First Disciple of the Three Pure Ones

The Three Pure Ones bestowed upon him a precious treasure and gave him some earnest instructions. Then, he transformed into three beams of clear light, tearing through the Kunlun Cloud Sea and disappearing into the vast, primordial sky in an instant.

Laozi, embodying tranquility and non-action; Yuanshi, majestic and awe-inspiring; and Tongtian, displaying his sharp edge—three distinct paths of Daoist energy streaked across the sky, signifying that three future sages had embarked on a primordial journey to seek the foundation for enlightenment and the path to primordial chaos.

The Azure Lotus stood amidst the fierce winds atop Mount Kunlun, while the Exquisite Xuanhuang Pagoda floated gently in the depths of the primordial spirit's sea of ​​consciousness, radiating a reassuring and profound aura.

He bowed deeply once more in the direction his masters had left, until the three beams of light completely merged into the heavens and earth, before slowly straightening up.

Kunlun remains pristine, with the eternally unchanging clouds and mist swirling around its mountains. Three Daoist palaces stand silently, absorbing and exhaling boundless primordial spiritual energy.

Although this place is wonderful, a rare blessed land in the primordial world, and the place where he could settle down and make a living, at this moment, an unprecedented tremor sprouted deep in his Dao heart.

"The Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique... its foundation is non-action, its framework is order, and its sharp edge cuts through the heavens... How can one comprehend its true meaning by sitting in seclusion behind closed doors? How can one verify the profound mysteries of the flow of creation and the interception of life force?"

Qinglian murmured to himself, but his eyes grew increasingly resolute. The expectations of his three masters, his own path of cultivation, and his desire to complete his foundation all urged him to leave this safe haven.

He took one last look at the majestic Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing Palaces, and then felt no more attachment.

Stepping out of the innate restrictions of Kunlun Mountain, his figure transformed into a pale blue stream of light, carrying the vigorous vitality of a newly born Great Luo and the unique Daoist charm of the origin of creation, rushing towards the center of the prehistoric continent—Mount Buzhou.

The vast wilderness was boundless, with magnificent and wondrous mountains and rivers.

Qinglian flew through the air, looking down at the earth. Sometimes he saw giant beasts fighting in the wild jungle, their demonic aura soaring into the sky; sometimes he felt faint divine thoughts sweeping through the void, peering at him, but after sensing the pure and powerful aura on him, which faintly contained the Daoist charm of the Three Pure Ones, they mostly quietly retreated.

Although the name of the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones was not deliberately publicized, his background and fortune had already left an imprint on the hearts of the powerful people in Zixiao Palace, and ordinary people dared not provoke him easily.

After flying for an unknown number of days, the heart of the primordial wilderness finally came into view.

Buzhou Mountain!

It can no longer be described as a "mountain"; it is a colossal pillar supporting the sky and the earth, the backbone of the primordial wilderness!

Its height is unknown, perhaps hundreds of millions of feet. Its upper half has already disappeared into the terrifying area where the fierce winds of the heavens and the chaotic air currents intertwine, while its lower half is deeply rooted in the boundless earth, exuding an ancient, vast, profound, and indomitable will.

Even though they were far apart, the residual pressure from Pangu, the god who created the world, still surged like a tangible tide, washing over the bodies and souls of those who approached.

Although countless eons have passed and the smoke of the Dragon-Han Calamity has long since dissipated, this oppressive force has not completely vanished. Instead, it has transformed from a terrifying force capable of crushing even a Great Luo Immortal into a supreme furnace for forging one's Dao heart and tempering one's will.

The closer you get, the stronger that sense of awe that comes from your blood and the depths of your soul becomes.

The blue lotus descended from the clouds and landed on the earth when it was still ten thousand miles away from Mount Buzhou.

He concealed all his magical power and brilliance, and like an ordinary being, he walked step by step, steadily towards the first divine mountain in the primordial world.

Each step felt like stepping on the heartbeat of the primordial world.

The oppressive force of Pangu surged like an invisible giant wave, crashing against his body.

The bones emitted a slight hum, and the muscle fibers tightened and tore under invisible pressure, but were quickly repaired and became stronger under the pure vitality surging from the lotus seeds within the body.

He did not activate the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, nor did he even raise the protective light around his body, allowing this earth-shattering power to repeatedly pound his body like a blacksmith's hammer.

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, Qinglian straightened her clothes and bowed deeply to the majestic mountain that reached into the clouds and bore witness to the primordial world, her forehead almost touching the cold, hard, and ancient rocks.

"By the Father God Pangu above, your descendant Qinglian has come to pay homage, to express gratitude for the Father God's grace in creating heaven and earth and transforming himself into all things. Your disciple's path is insignificant, but I wish to borrow the Father God's might to temper myself and seek the Great Dao."

His voice was not loud, but it carried a heartfelt piety that echoed at the foot of the desolate mountain.

After the ceremony, the real climb began.

Without soaring through the clouds or shrinking the distance, Qinglian chose the most primitive and devout method—climbing on foot.

He abandoned his magical protective powers and relied solely on his body, tempered by the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique, and the ever-renewing source of creation within him, climbing upwards step by step, like a pilgrim.

The mountain is steep and full of strangely shaped rocks.

The pressure from Pangu was omnipresent, and the higher one went, the more terrifying the pressure became.

At first, it felt like carrying a giant mountain on his back; gradually, it felt like being trapped in a deep sea; and later, it felt as if countless invisible giant axes were simultaneously cleaving his bones and flesh, and tempering his primordial spirit.

Every breath became heavy, and every leg lift required all his strength. Sweat soaked through his Taoist robe, only to be instantly evaporated by his powerful qi and blood, leaving faint salt stains.

However, under this extreme pressure, the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique spontaneously began to operate at high speed.

The Daoist rhythm of Taiqing Wuwei soothed his primordial spirit, which was agitated by pain; the laws of Yuqing Order sorted out his magical power, which had been scattered by the pressure; and the sharpness of Shangqing Jietian supported his indomitable will, cutting through fatigue and thoughts of retreat time and time again.

Within his dantian, the vibrant green lotus seed of creation spun wildly, greedily absorbing the purest and most primordial primordial energy of heaven and earth and the Daoist essence of Pangu emanating from Mount Buzhou, transforming it into even purer magical power to nourish himself.

I don't know how long I climbed, maybe months, maybe years.

In the primordial chaos, time was immeasurable, and Qinglian had long forgotten the passage of time, her mind completely immersed in resisting the pressure, comprehending the mysteries of physical transformation and the operation of her cultivation technique.

As he climbed to about halfway up the mountain, to a relatively gentle valley, an indescribable sense of familiarity suddenly welled up in his heart.

He stopped and looked around.

The shapes of the rocks, the direction of the earth's veins, and even the extremely faint traces of nature's essence in the air... all highly overlap with the core area of ​​the secret realm that imprisoned him for countless years in his memory!

"It's here..." Qinglian murmured to herself, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

Although the innate restrictions on the outer perimeter had long been broken by the Three Pure Ones, and the secret realm had been completely integrated into the primordial land, with some changes in the landscape, the "divine charm" of the core area was indelible.

This is where he, as the Twenty-Fourth Grade Creation Green Lotus, struggled, despaired, and finally made a desperate gamble by entrusting himself to the lotus seed! It is also the place where he took human form, met his three masters, and whose fate took a complete turn!

He slowly walked into the depths of the mountain valley, his fingertips brushing against the cold rock wall, as if he could still feel the magnificent aura of creation emanating from the original Azure Lotus when it bloomed.

The endless loneliness, the resentment towards the Heavenly Dao, the fear of the future, and the final, resolute grasp at a glimmer of hope... all these emotions transcended time and space, once again impacting his Dao heart.

"Suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, my true form is hard to preserve... If I hadn't sought survival in dire straits and entrusted myself to the lotus seed, how could I have the Green Lotus I have today?"

He sighed softly, his voice carrying a hint of vicissitude, yet also a sense of relief at surviving a calamity and boundless gratitude to the Three Pure Ones.

"Red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves, the Three Pure Ones are one family... This is destiny, and also the starting point of my life. This place, for me, is a prison, but also a place of rebirth."

After a long period of reflection, Qinglian bowed once more to the mountain valley that bore witness to his initial destiny, both to bid farewell to that unbearable past and to commemorate this turning point in his life.

He then composed himself, his eyes regaining their clarity and determination. He turned and continued his ascent towards the higher and more treacherous mountain peaks.