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

Chapter 80 God-Slaying Spear, World-Destroying Black Lotus

The three of them left the Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain and rode the clouds westward.

The spiritual power of the ginseng fruit given by Zhen Yuanzi had not yet been completely dissipated; it was still circulating in their limbs and bones, merging with the essence of the Earth Element Dao Fruit, making Sun Wuzhen and Ao Guang's bodies glow with precious light and their auras become increasingly profound.

Qinglian silently comprehended the primordial energy of the ginseng fruit tree atop the clouds, sensing the boundless vitality and profound truths of the earth contained within it. This resonated subtly with the ninth-grade creation lotus in his dantian, and his cultivation made further progress.

After traveling for several months, the landscape below gradually became desolate. At first, there were still sparse plants and trees, and occasional small demon tribes, but later it became a vast expanse of barren land and endless Gobi Desert. The gale whipped up sand and gravel, which struck the protective immortal light, making soft crackling sounds.

The air was filled with an inescapable sense of deathly stillness and desolation. The spiritual energy was thin and mixed, and deeper within it seemed to be mixed with a faint yet incredibly stubborn aura of malevolent energy, which was of the same origin as the calamity energy that permeated the primordial land during the great calamity, but was even more ancient and profound.

"Master, this place is so desolate, and the spiritual energy is extremely thin. I'm afraid there are no spiritual items to be found."

Sun Wuzhen scratched his head, his golden eyes scanning the area below. All he saw was yellow sand and black rocks, and he couldn't help but feel a little disheartened.

Ao Guang also sensed for a moment, then frowned and said, "The earth's veins here seem to have been severely damaged, the spiritual energy has been cut off, and there is a kind of oppressive feeling that makes one's heart palpitate. It doesn't seem like a good place."

Qinglian stood with her hands behind her back on the cloud, her green robe fluttering slightly in the wind, but her gaze pierced through layers of sand and gravel, landing deep in the desolate land.

His brows furrowed slightly. Deep within his primordial spirit, his spiritual senses, refined by the Pangu Jade Marrow and honed by numerous extraordinary encounters, were being stirred by an extremely faint yet exceptionally sharp and cold thought.

That thought was not a summons, but rather the natural outpouring of an unconscious, ancient resentment and murderous aura, cold and lifeless, yet carrying a sharp edge that could pierce the primordial spirit.

It is deeply buried in the core of this desolate land, integrated with the broken ley lines and the silent malevolent energy. Even an ordinary quasi-saint would probably find it difficult to detect.

"There is something strange about this place."

Qinglian spoke slowly, her voice calm yet tinged with solemnity, "It is not a spiritual object, but an extremely ferocious remnant will. You two calm your minds and guard your primordial spirits. I will go down and investigate."

Having said that, he descended from the clouds and landed on the edge of a huge black basin that looked as if it had been smashed open by a tremendous force.

In the center of the basin, the surface is irregularly crystalline, and a faint, extremely weak residual spatial fluctuation can still be sensed.

The icy, sharp aura that attracted Qinglian emanated from the deepest part of this basin.

Sun Wuzhen and Ao Guang dared not be negligent. They immediately activated their profound skills to protect their primordial spirits and followed Qinglian cautiously.

Qinglian closed his eyes and concentrated, channeling the power of creation through his fingertips as he carefully sensed the aura deep within the earth. After a moment, he opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them: "It's actually a primordial chaotic evil energy restriction? It evolved naturally from endless evil energy and the remnants of the earth's veins, obscuring the secrets of heaven and isolating the inside from the outside—if it weren't for the fact that the evil energy within is so intense that even after countless ages it still manages to leak out, I'm afraid even a sage would find it difficult to deduce its exact location."

He looked at his two disciples: "You two wait here, guarding your minds. No matter what happens, you must not approach the center of the basin. The restrictions here are dangerous, and what is inside is likely not benevolent. I must go alone to break the restrictions and investigate."

"Master, be careful!" Sun Wuzhen and Ao Guang said in unison. They could feel the solemnity in their master's tone, so they immediately retreated several miles, each summoning their magic weapons and becoming vigilant.

Qinglian stepped into the center of the basin, her feet swirling with Daoist energy, and her body slowly sank into the earth.

The deeper one goes, the darker the color of the surrounding soil and rocks becomes, eventually turning into something like black jade—hard and cold, interspersed with wisps of dark red, solidified, malevolent energy crystals.

After sinking about a thousand feet, the view ahead suddenly opened up!

It wasn't an underground cave, but a bizarre space that was distorted and filled with chaotic cracks!

This is clearly an extremely terrifying battlefield remnant from ancient times. The space itself was shattered and has not been fully healed over countless years, forming this independent, desolate wasteland filled with an aura of destruction.

Countless enormous, terrifying skeletons of unknown origin lay half-buried in the pitch-black soil. Broken fragments of magical artifacts, devoid of their spiritual light, were scattered everywhere. Several mutilated corpses could even be seen; though their flesh and blood had long since turned to dust, their bones still exuded a chilling aura, demonstrating the immense power they possessed in life.

At the very center of these ruins stands an altar made up of countless enormous skeletons.

Two terrifying auras, enough to make one tremble with fear, are intertwined, silently clashing, yet both radiating an extreme malice capable of destroying everything!

On the left side of the altar, a dark red spear, about twelve feet long, was stuck diagonally in the ground!

The gun barrel is neither bone nor stone, covered with naturally formed, mysterious yet ferocious killing patterns.

The tip of the spear gleamed coldly, as if it could pierce through the eternal void and devour the souls of all living beings!

Just a glance was enough to cause a sharp pain in one's primordial spirit, as if countless blood-red spear shadows, imbued with extreme killing intent, were rushing towards one's face, threatening to tear one's true spirit to shreds! — It was none other than the innate supreme weapon of slaughter, the God-Slaying Spear!

On the right side of the altar, a twelve-petaled black lotus platform floats silently and rotates slowly.

The lotus petals were dark and deep, seemingly able to absorb all light, and flowed with strands of destructive energy, evolving into the collapse of heaven and earth.

A terrifying scene of everything returning to nothingness.

It is silent and invisible, yet it exudes a strange power that devours everything and stirs up inner demons. The surrounding space collapses slightly because of its presence, and even light cannot escape its pull!

It was none other than the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus, the companion spiritual treasure of the Demon Ancestor Luo!

These two supreme treasures, the most ferocious and evil of the primordial era, have both fallen into silence here! Their auras repel each other yet subtly resonate, forming a dangerous balance and turning this ancient battlefield ruin into an absolute death zone.

The moment Qinglian stepped into this space, the God-Slaying Spear trembled violently!

Om-!

A silent, piercing scream of slaughter shot straight at the primordial spirit! Countless condensed, almost tangible, dark red spear shadows appeared out of thin air, each containing terrifying power that could tear apart souls and annihilate true spirits, shooting towards Qinglian like a storm!

This was not controlled by anyone, but rather an attack launched spontaneously by the God-Slaying Spear after sensing the presence of living beings. Its power was enough to instantly kill an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal!

Almost simultaneously, the rotation speed of the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus slowed slightly. An invisible and intangible demonic thought, capable of arousing the deepest fears and desires of cultivators, surged towards the Green Lotus like a tide, attempting to erode his Dao heart, devour his magic power, and drag him into the boundless illusion and the abyss of inner demons!