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

Chapter 94 Pangu's Essence Blood

As soon as Qinglian appeared outside the Pangu Palace, before the heavy and ancient palace doors were fully closed, the twelve Ancestral Witches who had been waiting outside immediately surrounded her.

Although they didn't ask any questions, their burning gazes and the powerful energy surging around them with excitement revealed their eagerness and anticipation.

The awakening of the will of the Father God Pangu and the private summons of Qinglian were an unparalleled honor and a momentous event for them. Every ancestral witch held their breath and waited for Qinglian to bring the Father God's decree.

Qinglian could clearly sense that after her encounter in the Pangu Palace, her aura and Daoist charm had undergone subtle and profound changes, becoming more ancient and restrained, yet subtly more in harmony with this primordial world.

He met the gazes of the ancestral witches, his expression calm yet solemn, as if he were carrying an invisible burden.

Without the slightest hesitation, with a thought, he carefully drew out a drop of dark golden essence blood from the deepest part of the Qiankun Diagram. The blood was wrapped in layers of restrictions, yet it was still difficult to completely conceal its vast blood energy and supreme aura. It was the drop of blood that the Great God Pangu had bestowed upon the Wu Clan!

The moment the essence and blood appeared, it was as if a miniature sun was born in the square!

The terrifying yet noble power of blood and qi spread out like a tide, causing all the ancestral witches present to tremble violently, and an unprecedented resonance and tremor surged deep within their bloodlines!

Their eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and their breathing became heavy—an extreme yearning originating from the very source of life!

Even some of the lower-level Wu Clan warriors in the distance couldn't help but kneel down, expressing their highest respect to this drop of essence blood.

Qinglian slowly handed this essence blood, as heavy as a mountain and containing boundless power, to Houtu, the ancestral witch closest to him, her voice clear and steady: "Houtu, the ancestral witch, this is a treasure bestowed upon the witch clan by the divine will of Father Pangu."

Houtu stretched out her slightly trembling hands and solemnly and carefully accepted the drop of essence blood.

The moment she came into contact with the essence blood, all the Ancestral Witches clearly felt that the blood connection between that drop of essence blood and them became even stronger and more joyful!

A dark golden light flowed in Houtu's palm, breathing as if it were alive, radiating a power that could change the color of heaven and earth.

"Father God's grace!" Di Jiang's voice was hoarse, filled with immense excitement, as he bowed deeply towards the Pangu Temple. The other ancestral witches followed suit, their faces beaming with a mixture of piety and ecstasy.

"Thank you, Father God! Thank you, young friend Qinglian!"

Zhu Rong slapped his thigh, his excitement overflowing. Unconsciously, wisps of crimson flames rose from his body, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

Although Gonggong and Zhurong had always been at odds, he surprisingly refrained from making sarcastic remarks at this moment. Instead, he nodded emphatically, his eyes gleaming with the same excitement.

The other Ancestral Witches were also filled with excitement, their eyes brimming with hope and fervor as they gazed at the drop of dark golden blood in Houtu's hand, which seemed to flow slowly as if it were alive. The current stalemate between the Witches and Demons was crucial; adding another Ancestral Witch-level fighter might just change the entire course of the battle! This drop of Father God's blood was of paramount importance!

Qinglian did not mention the existence of the other three drops of essence blood. This matter concerns the arrangements made by the Great God Pangu for the Three Pure Ones, and is of paramount importance. Before it is handed over to the Master, there must be absolutely no possibility of it being leaked.

Although the Wu tribe regarded him as a friend, the allure of Pangu's blood essence was fatal to them, and he dared not test this friendship.

He watched the ancestral witches' jubilant appearance with a calm expression, but secretly remained vigilant, keeping this secret deep in his heart.

After carefully collecting the essence blood, the ancestral witches' excitement subsided slightly, but their gratitude and affection for Qinglian were even greater than before.

Dijiang stepped forward and patted Qinglian's shoulder heavily, so hard that Qinglian almost lost his balance: "Good lad! Father God was right about you! From now on, you will be the most honored guest of my Wu clan!"

Qinglian smiled slightly, cupped her hands, and said, "You flatter me, Ancestral Witch Dijiang. It is my honor to have the trust of the Great God Pangu."

He abruptly changed the subject, seizing the opportunity to speak: "Esteemed Ancestral Witches, I have gained much insight this time, especially in the art of physical combat. I wonder if you could offer some guidance and allow us to exchange and verify what I have learned?"

Upon hearing this, the ancestral witches were first taken aback, then burst into cheers!

"Haha! Good! Young friend Qinglian is indeed just as good as my Wu clan's temperament!" Zhu Rong was the first to jump out, rubbing his hands together, eager to try.

"I'm eager to see your newly acquired supernatural powers, young friend!" Gonggong, not to be outdone, stepped forward, his body enveloped in mist.

"Come on! Let me, Old Zhu, spar with you first!" Zhu Rong laughed loudly, already eagerly getting into position.

Exchanging skills and techniques is the most beloved form of communication among the Wu tribe, and Qinglian's invitation is exactly what they want.

Moreover, they could also sense the newborn aura emanating from Qinglian, a power that shared the same origin as the Father God yet possessed a different kind of strength, and they were equally curious.

Soon, the square was cleared to a larger area, and more and more Wu tribe warriors rushed to the scene, surrounding the square in layers.

Among them were renowned great shamans such as Hou Yi, Kua Fu, and Xing Tian. They all wanted to see for themselves what kind of abilities this disciple of the Xuanmen sect, who had gained the approval of the father god Pangu and had an intimate relationship with all the ancestral shamans, possessed.

The sparring began. Qinglian did not use any magic power or spiritual treasures, and even deliberately suppressed the self-protection of the Creation Green Lotus. She purely relied on the true meaning of the laws she had just comprehended to strengthen herself, and began to fully circulate the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique" given to her by the Great God Pangu!

An ancient and vast aura slowly awakened within him.

In the first match, he faced Zhu Rong, the ancestral sorcerer of fire. Although Zhu Rong did not use his primordial divine fire, his fists and feet carried the power to incinerate the void, and his power was extremely violent.

With a single punch, a wave of heat surged forth, causing ripples to appear in the air.

Qinglian was still unfamiliar with the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique when she first used it. Although she relied on her rudimentary understanding of the laws of power and her already good physical foundation (tempered by the pressure of Mount Buzhou), she barely managed to hold on for about ten rounds before being knocked back by a punch. Her blood and qi surged, and she was at a disadvantage.

A burning pain shot through the spot on his arm where Zhu Rong's fist had made contact.

"Haha! Young friend, your physical body still needs tempering!"

Zhu Rong withdrew his fist and stood up, laughing loudly, but there was no contempt in his eyes, instead a hint of surprise.

He could sense that Qinglian's physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary Xuanmen cultivators, and was even comparable to some senior great witches. Moreover, the quality of that newly generated power was extremely high, but its application was still very immature.

Qinglian was neither discouraged nor disheartened; instead, her eyes gleamed with excitement.

Close combat with beings at the peak of physical strength, such as the Ancestral Witches, has an unparalleled effect on promoting the circulation of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

In those short dozen or so rounds, his circulation of the profound skill became much smoother, and he gained a more intuitive understanding of the laws of power.

"Thank you for your guidance, Ancestral Witch Zhurong! Please proceed to the next one!" Qinglian suppressed her surging blood and qi, her gaze fixed intently on the other Ancestral Witches.

Next, he fought against each of the Ancestral Witches one by one.

Engaging with Gonggong allows one to experience the ultimate softness and strength of water.

Gonggong's fist techniques appeared gentle, like flowing water penetrating every crevice, but in reality, they concealed immense power. Each strike was incredibly heavy, causing Qinglian's muscles and bones to ache and go numb.

Under this pressure, Qinglian tried her best to guide the fluctuations of the water system law contained in Gonggong Fist to temper her physical resilience and adapt to that kind of force exertion that combines hardness and softness.

Engage with Jumang and feel the vibrant life force of wood.

Jumang's attacks often carry a powerful binding and entangling force, like ancient vines entwining him, but at the same time, a strange vitality is injected into the Qinglian's body, which subtly resonates with the vitality of the Qinglian's original body, helping him to recover his consumed blood and strength more quickly, and guiding his blood and strength towards endless life.

Engage with Ru Shou and experience the sharp and deadly edge of metal.

Ru Shou's fists and legs were like divine metal, incredibly sharp, slicing through the air with a hissing sound. Qing Lian dared not take his attacks head-on, and could only dodge and parry constantly, using this to hone her physical strength and instinctive reactions to danger.

Occasionally, if the aftershocks hit, a faint white mark will appear on the skin, causing a dull ache.

Fighting against Dijiang, one can hone the ultimate in reaction amidst the omnipresent spatial compression.

Dijiang's figure flickered erratically, as if he existed in all directions at the same time, and the attack came from the most unbelievable angles.

Qinglian pushed her divine sense to its limit, combining it with her rudimentary understanding of spatial laws, and painstakingly tracked Dijiang's movements. Each block consumed a tremendous amount of mental energy.

Every battle was incredibly fierce, with every punch landing hard and the air crackling with the energy of battle, causing the plaza to vibrate and the surrounding witch warriors to watch with fervor, their shouts of encouragement ringing out incessantly.

Qinglian was repeatedly defeated, and even occasionally suffered broken bones and coughed up blood. However, relying on the immense vitality contained in the Qinglian body and his increasingly profound understanding of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, he was always able to recover quickly. Moreover, after each recovery, his physical strength and the operation of the profound technique reached a new level!

The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique is divided into nine revolutions, each corresponding to a different realm. Originally, Qinglian's physical body was tempered by Buzhou Mountain and was at the peak of the fifth revolution (comparable to the mid-stage of the Tai Luo Golden Immortal).

At this moment, in such an intense, purely physical battle with the Ancestral Witch, his progress is nothing short of terrifying!

Sixth Rank – Peak of Sixth Rank – He could feel his blood and qi becoming increasingly refined, his power flowing like a surging river, endless and continuous.

The bones became denser, shimmering with a luminous glow. The flesh fibers also became tougher, brimming with explosive power.

Boom! After taking a direct hit from Qiang Liang's thunderous punch, his blood and qi erupted like a volcano, and a tremendous force surged from his limbs and bones!

A complex dark gold rune flashed across his skin before disappearing. Seventh Revolution! His physical cultivation instantly crossed the threshold of the early Quasi-Saint stage!