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

Chapter 95 Eight Turns of Profound Skill

After reaching the seventh stage, Qinglian's physical body underwent a qualitative leap. A precious light appeared beneath her skin, Dao patterns grew on her bones, and her blood and qi surged like the Yangtze River!

At this point, when fighting the Ancestral Witches again, he was able to withstand dozens of rounds without being defeated!

Occasionally, they could even turn the tide slightly by using their exquisite application of laws and sudden bursts of immense power, which amazed the Ancestral Witches and made them take the situation even more seriously.

"Good heavens! This kid's got even more energy after breaking through!"

Tian Wulang laughed, and all eight heads moved in unison. The Law of Wind transformed into invisible blades that cut from all directions, but were forcibly dispersed by Qinglian with even greater speed and strength.

"That was exhilarating! Again!" Xuanming's body was filled with icy aura, and frost formed wherever she passed. Her attacks were chilling and attempted to freeze Qinglian's life force.

However, the Azure Lotus's blood and qi were like a furnace, extremely hot, making it difficult for Xuanming's cold qi to penetrate. Instead, it was forced to dissipate continuously by the vast blood and qi.

The more the ancestral witches fought, the more frightened they became, but at the same time, they also grew increasingly excited.

Qinglian's progress exceeded their expectations; her physical strength and control over power were approaching theirs at a visible speed. This pure, exhilarating physical combat also gave them immense pleasure.

In the final match, he faced Hou Tu, the ancestral witch of the earth, known for her strength.

Although Houtu was a female ancestral witch and had a compassionate nature, her power was absolutely among the top of the twelve ancestral witches. With the blessing of the earth's power, she was incomparably heavy. When she stood there, she was like a ten-thousand-foot mountain, steady and unshakable.

The two exchanged blows, each collision like two ancient divine mountains clashing, producing a dull, deafening roar that rippled through the very air! It was a pure clash of strength, without the slightest trickery!

Qinglian incorporated all her insights from previous discussions on the Dao, observations of the creation of the world, and repeated battles into every punch and kick.

The way of creation nourishes and restores, constantly repairing the minute damage caused by the collision;

The power of the law amplifies his explosive power, making each of his strikes contain the might to split mountains and shatter rocks;

The Earthly Way provides a solid defense, giving him a stable lower body, allowing him to better withstand and neutralize the immense, powerful force of Houtu's fist.

The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was pushed to its limit, and the blood and qi surged and roared within the body, producing a roar like a tsunami!

Under such high pressure, the tenth-grade Creation Lotus within his Qi Sea also shed endless clear light, merging into his Qi and blood, helping him break through his limits!

His body seemed to have transformed into a giant furnace, frantically absorbing the pressure and insights brought by the battle, turning them into resources for his own advancement.

Boom! It was another head-on collision without any fancy moves! A blinding light erupted from where their fists collided!

Qinglian staggered back seven steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the hard ground, a trickle of golden blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. Houtu, on the other hand, swayed slightly, a look of extreme surprise flashing in her eyes.

Although they still lost, it was a narrow defeat!

At that very moment, when they were exchanging blows with all their might and their blood was boiling to the extreme, it was as if some barrier within Qinglian's body was suddenly broken through!

His blood and qi roared violently, and a power far more terrifying and profound than when he was at the seventh level filled his entire body! On the surface of his skin, dark golden, mysterious runes flashed by, emitting a heart-palpitating aura!

Eighth stage! The eighth stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique! His physical cultivation is now comparable to the mid-stage Quasi-Saint!

Although it doesn't match the terrifying physical bodies of the Ancestral Witches, who had already reached the peak of the eighth level or even touched the edge of the ninth level, it is still astonishing! Keep in mind, how long has it been since he began cultivating this technique?!

The entire area fell silent; you could hear a pin drop. All the witches, including the ancestral witches, felt the aura of that newly born, incredibly powerful physical body.

A deafening roar of cheers and applause erupted! All the witch warriors, including the great witches, looked at Qinglian with heartfelt admiration and fervor!

To be able to withstand the combined physical strength of the Ancestral Witch Houtu to this extent, and even break through to a higher level in the heat of battle, Qinglian's strength earned them complete respect! This was the highest respect the Witch Clan could show to a powerful individual!

Houtu withdrew her hand, feeling a slight numbness in her palm. Her eyes were filled with amazement and satisfaction: "Young friend Qinglian, congratulations! Eighth level of physical body, a rare feat in the primordial world! Given time, you may be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with us."

Qinglian suppressed the surging, roaring blood and qi within his body, feeling the unprecedented power that seemed capable of shattering stars with a single punch. He cupped his hands and solemnly said, "Thank you for the guidance of the Ancestral Witch Houtu, which helped me break through. I will remember this kindness forever." If it weren't for Houtu's perfectly timed pressure, he might not have been able to break through the barrier so smoothly.

He looked around at the enthusiastic ancestral shamans and shaman clan youths and said sincerely, "This exchange has yielded far more benefits than expected. I need to find a place to go into seclusion immediately to digest what I have gained, so as not to lose my insights."

The ancestral witches naturally agreed. Dijiang waved his hand and immediately arranged for Qinglian to cultivate in the best quiet room in the tribe, a stone hall with the most abundant spiritual energy from the earth's veins. He also personally ordered that no one was allowed to disturb her, and those who disobeyed would be severely punished.

After this incident, Qinglian's prestige among the witch clan reached its peak.

He is no longer merely a "disciple of the Three Pure Ones" and a "friend of the Ancestral Witches," but a powerful figure who has won the heartfelt recognition of all the warlike witch clans through his own strength, especially his formidable physical combat prowess! His status has already subtly risen to be on par with the various Ancestral Witches.

Many high priests looked at him with admiration, but also with a hint of eager challenge, clearly regarding him as an excellent opponent to hone their skills.

Qinglian stepped into the meditation room and waved her hand to set up multiple layers of restrictions, isolating the inside from the outside. The stone hall was unusually simple, with only a futon, but the spiritual energy of the earth veins was so rich that it was almost liquid, and one could feel the progress of cultivation with every breath.

He immediately sat down cross-legged and immersed himself in deep meditation.

He focused all his efforts on consolidating his surging physical cultivation and meticulously analyzed and integrated all the gains from his trip to the Witch Clan—the awe-inspiring impact of Pangu's creation mark, the baptism of the Great Dao's pronouncements, the enlightenment from the imprints of laws, and the practical insights gained from discussing and fighting with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

In particular, the rapid improvement of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique and the deeper understanding of the laws of power and creation.

Upon internal observation, one could see that the blood and qi within the body were like mercury, heavy and surging, and the bones were like jade, shimmering with dense dark gold Dao patterns, containing terrifying power.

The profound meaning of the Eight Revolutions Mysterious Technique surged into my mind like a tide, eagerly awaiting digestion and absorption.

He knew that when he emerged from seclusion, his overall strength would reach a whole new level!

With his physical body now at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint level, combined with his original cultivation, numerous supreme spiritual roots, and his profound understanding of the laws this time, his combat power will undergo a dramatic transformation.

Meanwhile, the Three Pure Ones, far away in the Kunlun Mountains, were still waiting for him to bring back that crucial "gift"—those three drops of Pangu's essence blood, enough to shake the entire Xuanmen sect and even influence the primordial world.

With this in mind, Qinglian's mind became even calmer, and she completely entered a profound state of enlightenment.

Inside the stone hall, only his even and powerful breathing could be heard, along with the faint, heart-pounding, and powerful energy flowing around him.