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

Almost at the same time that Kunpeng appeared, a thick, viscous sea of ​​blood, exuding a stench and resentment, suddenly appeared on the ground below, instantly polluting a large part of the sky!

The sea of ​​blood churned, with countless ferocious Blood God Children rising and falling within it, shrieking.

In the center of the sea of ​​blood, the Styx Ancestor, clad in a blood-red robe and with a sinister face, emerged from the waves, his twin swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, hovering beside him, his killing intent soaring to the heavens: "Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, this path is blocked! Leave your purple energy and enter my sea of ​​blood, and I can guarantee your true spirit's immortality!"

Two top-tier quasi-saints, one above and one below, instantly blocked all of Hongyun's escape routes! The violent demonic energy and the filthy bloodlust intertwined, turning this world into a living hell!

Hongyun's expression changed drastically, all traces of his former nonchalance vanished! He hadn't expected his opponent to arrive so quickly and ruthlessly! He spun around, transforming into a dazzling red cloud, attempting to escape using the speed of the Cloud Origin. However...

"when!!!"

A chaotic bell, seemingly ringing from the very end of time and space, suddenly descended!

The invisible sound waves instantly froze space, fixing the earth, water, fire, and wind! The crimson clouds that had transformed into crimson light, like insects trapped in amber, suddenly slowed down!

In the void, two majestic figures, dressed in imperial robes and as radiant as the sun and moon, stepped out.

Emperor Jun held the Hetu and Luoshu, the star charts flowed and evolved through the heavens, sealing off all directions;

The phantom of the Chaos Bell floated above Donghuang Taiyi's head, his eyes as cold as ancient ice, and the True Fire of the Sun burned fiercely around him, distorting the very space! The Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi had actually taken action themselves!

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, the Primordial Purple Qi belongs to the virtuous. Your fortune is shallow; forcibly keeping this item will only bring you death. It would be better to offer it to our Demon Clan's Heavenly Court, and we can appoint you as a Demon Master, allowing you to share in the Heavenly Court's fortune!"

Di Jun's voice was loud and majestic, carrying an unquestionable authority, like a decree from the heavens.

Taiyi was even more direct, the Chaos Bell blazing brightly: "Hand over the Purple Qi, and I'll spare your life!"

Despair! An unprecedented despair enveloped Hongyun!

In front, the sharp claws of the Kunpeng tore through the sky; below, the Styx River and the blood sea tainted his primordial spirit; on both sides, Di Jun and Tai Yi completely sealed him off with the Chaos Bell and the Hetu Luoshu!

Four top-tier quasi-saints were surrounding and attacking them! Among them was Di Jun and Tai Yi, who wielded a supreme innate treasure! This was an absolute killing trap!

"Hahaha!"

Hongyun suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with grief, indignation, resentment, and a final madness. "Good! Good, so this is the Demon Clan Heavenly Court! Good, Demon Master Kunpeng! Good, Old Ancestor Styx! You've really gone to great lengths for this wisp of purple aura! Even the Demon Emperor himself has personally stepped in to act as a thief!"

The last glimmer of hope vanished from his eyes, replaced by a resolute determination to destroy everything: "Want the Primordial Purple Qi? Dream on! I, Hongyun, was born of heaven and earth, free and unrestrained. How dare you cowards humiliate me?! Today, I will show you the spirit of the first Hongyun in the world!"

Before he finished speaking, Hongyun's aura suddenly became extremely violent!

Instead of trying to escape, he frantically poured all his magical power, essence, and even the trace of primordial spirit he had entrusted to the Primordial Purple Qi into the inconspicuous dark red gourd at his waist—the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd!

This is a spiritual treasure crafted by Hongyun, containing Soul-Dispersing Red Sand, which is extremely vicious and specifically targets the primordial spirit! At this moment, under Hongyun's relentless urging, the gourd bursts forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling blood-red light!

"Oh no! He's going to self-destruct!" Kunpeng cried out, flapping its wings in an attempt to retreat!

"Stop him!" Styx cried out in alarm and fury, the sea of ​​blood churning as if about to surge!

"Chaos Bell! Suppress!" Taiyi roared, activating the Chaos Bell with all his might!

Di Jun's expression also changed drastically, and the Hetu Luoshu star map spun wildly!

However, it was all too late!

A faint, almost eerie smile of relief graced Hongyun's face. He glanced one last time in the direction of Wuzhuang Temple, his lips barely moving as he silently uttered, "Old friend, take care..."

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

An indescribable, terrifying explosion erupted instantly from the center of the red cloud!

That was not a simple self-destruction of magical power, but the ultimate destruction caused by a mid-stage Quasi-Saint who had severed his two corpses, burning all his origin, essence, blood, and primordial spirit, and even triggering a trace of the Daoist essence of the Primordial Purple Qi!

A blinding red light illuminated the entire primordial world!

Space shattered like fragile glass, revealing a pitch-black chaos! The earth was torn open into a bottomless abyss!

The terrifying shockwave, mixed with the extremely vicious power of the Soul-Dispersing Red Sand, the essence of the Red Cloud, and a trace of Primordial Purple Qi, transformed into a torrent that destroyed everything and swept across all directions!

The Kunpeng, bearing the brunt of the attack, let out a shrill scream. Its proud speed was useless against the self-destruction at such close range. Half of its wings were blown to pieces, and its primordial spirit was eroded by the Soul-Scattered Red Sand. With a scream, it turned into a streak of black light and fled frantically!

One-third of the blood sea of ​​the Styx was evaporated, countless Blood Gods were reduced to ashes, the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords flew backward with a mournful cry, his own blood robe was torn, his aura was weak, he glanced at the center of the explosion with resentment, and sank into the ground and disappeared along with the remaining blood sea.

Although Di Jun and Tai Yi were not seriously injured due to the protection of the Chaos Bell, they were still affected by the resolute self-destruction, causing their blood and qi to churn. The Chaos Bell wailed, and the Hetu Luoshu Star Chart dimmed!

Their eyes were filled with shock, anger, and disbelief! They had never expected Hongyun to be so resolute, preferring to perish rather than hand over the Purple Qi!

At the very core of this cataclysmic explosion, where the light was at its brightest and the energy was at its most violent and chaotic, no one noticed.

That Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd that carried the last trace of Hongyun's true spirit.

Using the terrifying spatial turbulence generated by the self-destruction and the cover of the scattered red sand, it transformed into a barely perceptible streak of blood light and instantly disappeared into a spatial rift that had just been torn open and was about to close, vanishing without a trace!

The Primordial Purple Qi that had caused countless bloodshed was not destroyed at the moment of Hongyun's self-destruction, as if it were drawn by some great Dao.

Instead, it emitted a mysterious hum, transforming into a faint purple stream of light, ignoring the raging energy turbulence and the shattered space.

Like a drop of water merging into the ocean, it silently disappeared into the depths of the shattered, desolate land below! Its presence vanished instantly, as if it had never existed!

The terrifying explosion gradually subsided.

All that remained was a colossal, bottomless crater, along with a lingering aura of destruction, malevolent energy, and faint traces of red sand that seemed to scatter souls.

Di Jun and Tai Yi hovered in the air with livid faces, their divine senses sweeping across the area like raging waves, trying to catch a trace of the Primordial Purple Qi or the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd.

The Kunpeng, dragging its mangled body, circled not far away, its single eye filled with resentment and unwillingness. The Styx River had already fled.

Other powerful beings who were alerted by the self-destruction and had been observing from afar (such as some reclusive quasi-saints and peak Great Luo cultivators) also appeared at this moment, their divine senses intertwined as they searched for any possible remnants.

However, no matter how they searched or deduced the secrets of heaven, the primordial purple energy vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea!

The Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd also vanished without a trace! It was as if Hongyun's self-destruction not only took him away but also completely buried the opportunity to become a saint!

"Damn it!" Donghuang Taiyi was furious and threw a punch, turning a mountain range below into lava with his true solar fire!

Di Jun's face was so gloomy it could drip water; the result of the Hetu Luoshu deductions was nothing but chaos and blood.

He coldly surveyed the concealed auras around him, and said in a chilling voice, "The Crimson Cloud has vanished, and the Primordial Purple Qi has disappeared into the primordial wilderness, its whereabouts unknown! This is the will of Heaven! If you wish to continue your search, so be it! But if you dare to covet my demon race's possessions, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

This serves as a warning to other powerful beings and also declares that the Primordial Purple Qi has nothing to do with the demon race.

Having said that, Di Jun and Tai Yi did not linger. They transformed into two golden beams of light, carrying with them the remaining anger and resentment, and sped off toward the Thirty-Three Heavens Demon Court.

This mobilization of forces not only yielded nothing but also thoroughly offended Zhen Yuanzi, and the karma caused by Hongyun's self-destruction has subtly entangled the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan. It was truly a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead!

With a venomous cry, the Kunpeng dragged its broken body and vanished into the horizon as a dim black light.

Seeing that both Di Jun and Tai Yi had given up, the other powerful figures who had been watching also realized that the matter was hopeless, and they all sighed and dispersed.

The primordial purple aura was ultimately nothing but a mirage, a fleeting illusion. The Old Ancestor Hongyun, once a kind-hearted man known throughout the primordial world for his kindness and carefree immortal, who had once offered his seat in the Purple Cloud Palace, perished, his body and soul annihilated, leaving behind only a poignant legend and the desolation and calamity that permeated the shattered landscape.

The news spread as quickly as a plague throughout the land.

Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi stood under the ginseng fruit tree. This ancestor of earth immortals trembled slightly, and tears streamed down his face.

The ginseng fruit tree moved swiftly without wind, its glistening leaves falling softly as if weeping for the passing of an old friend.

"My friend Hongyun... how could it have come to this... how could it have come to this!" A sorrowful sigh echoed in the silent temple.

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain stands the Sanqing Taoist Palace.

The Three Pure Ones, who were in seclusion to comprehend the Primordial Purple Qi, almost simultaneously felt something.

Lao Tzu slowly opened his eyes, a trace of compassion and understanding flashing in them;

A complex expression flickered across the majestic face of the Primordial Celestial Venerable;

The Tongtian Sect Leader frowned and let out a low, cold snort.

They all felt a violent fluctuation in the primordial destiny, and the complete demise of a fellow Quasi-Saint. The ferocious fangs of the Great Calamity have truly been revealed!

Within the Qingyu Dao Palace, Qinglian's mind was also touched by a sudden sense of sorrow originating from heaven and earth.

He frowned slightly, waking from a deep state of enlightenment. He made a calculation with his fingers, and the heavenly secrets were a chaotic blood-red light.

"Uncle-Master Hongyun..."

Qinglian sighed softly, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes. That red-robed Taoist, who always wore a carefree smile, had ultimately not escaped the clutches of the Great Tribulation. The warning in his heart grew stronger, and his thoughts on his own path of cultivation and the future of Kunlun became even heavier.

The game of chess in the primordial world, due to the death of Hongyun, has completely entered a brutal phase of no return.

The flames of the Lich War, having lost their final buffer, are about to sweep across the entire world in an even more ferocious manner.

The primordial purple energy that vanished into the primordial land is like a huge question mark, sowing the seeds of even more unfathomable variables for the future.