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

Chapter 96 Consolidating Cultivation, Qinglian Bids Farewell

In the quiet chamber of the Wu Clan, Qinglian was unaware of the passage of time, her mind completely immersed in consolidating the eighth level of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique and processing and digesting the profound insights gained from this trip to the Wu Clan.

Inside the stone hall, the earth's spiritual energy was so dense that it almost materialized, like a pale golden mist that slowly swirled around and permeated his body.

He sat cross-legged, his back straight as a pine tree. His blood and qi flowed like millions of dormant dragons through his meridians and acupoints, producing a deep and powerful roar. The sound did not resonate in the air, but rather vibrated within the Daoist rhythm of the quiet room.

Beneath the skin, the dark golden, mysterious runes no longer flashed occasionally, but moved slowly like living things, intertwining and connecting with each other to form totems containing the ultimate secrets of power, radiating a terrifying and overwhelming pressure.

His divine sense had long been contained to its ultimate extent, like the most intricate loom, weaving together the countless threads of this harvest: the grandeur of Pangu's creation of the world, the true essence and characteristics of the laws of the twelve ancestral witches (Zhurong's explosiveness, Gonggong's endurance, Jumang's vitality, Rushou's sharpness, Houtu's weight, Dijiang's etherealness, Qiangliang's rage, Yanzi's destruction, and Tianwu's formlessness).

The bitter cold of Xuanming, the dim light of Zhujiuyin, the withering and flourishing of Shebishi.

And the ultimate control and enhancement of the physical body's microparticles brought about by the operation of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique itself—sorting them out one by one, classifying them, and then fusing them into one furnace based on one's own Great Dao of Creation.

This is a slow and exquisite process. His physical body is a huge furnace, with his blood and qi as the fire, his consciousness as the craftsman, and the laws as the raw materials, constantly tempering, forging, and sublimating him.

Every bone was becoming more and more dense, and the dark gold patterns on the jade-colored surface were becoming more and more profound, faintly conveying a sense of heaviness like mountains and rivers.

Every muscle fiber is breaking and rebuilding, becoming more resilient and containing terrifying explosive power;

The five internal organs are enveloped in the pure light of creation and the light of their respective laws, and are repeatedly tempered, becoming purer and more powerful, even faintly emitting a Daoist charm that resonates with the laws of the outside world.

His primordial spirit also benefited immensely from this process.

Observing the creation of the world and discussing the Dao with the ancestral shamans, his vision and knowledge have been elevated to a whole new level.

The golden body of the primordial spirit became increasingly solid, sitting cross-legged on the sea of ​​consciousness, with tiny runes appearing and disappearing all over its body, deducing infinite mysteries.

The understanding of the laws of power, creation, space, and the five elements is deeply imprinted on the primordial spirit, and with the slightest thought, one can draw upon the power of the corresponding laws to bless oneself.

In such profound cultivation, time loses its meaning. It may be a moment, or it may be a hundred years.

Once he felt that his own realm was completely stable, his blood and qi surging and flowing smoothly as if they were his own arms and fingers;

All the gains have been integrated and understood, and there is no longer any sense of superficiality;

When his physical strength had completely stabilized at the early stage of the eighth revolution, and even faintly took a small step towards the middle stage of the eighth revolution, his vast divine sense slowly receded like a tide.

In the quiet room, the roar of blood and qi, like the cry of a dragon or the roar of a tsunami, gradually subsided, and the dark gold runes that had been circulating around the body disappeared one by one under the skin, returning to their original state.

Only his aura, as deep and serene as a bottomless abyss and as vast as a starry sea, testified to the transformative changes brought about by his seclusion.

He slowly opened his eyes, which did not gleam with brilliance, but rather held a gentle and restrained calm, like a bottomless ancient pool. Occasionally, a trace of the strange phenomena of chaos opening up and stars being born and dying would pass through them, revealing the depth and extraordinary nature beneath.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, which, like an arrow, struck the stone wall and produced a metallic clang.

It's over. Qinglian stood up, his bones emitting a series of crisp, powerful crackling sounds. He clenched his fist slightly, feeling the terrifying power within him—powerful enough to easily tear apart ordinary innate spiritual treasures—and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

He stepped out of the quiet room, where the Wu tribe warriors were already on duty.

The warrior saw Qinglian emerge from the pass.

He felt an indescribable aura of majesty wash over him, which made this Wu tribe warrior, known for his bravery and strength, feel awe, as if he were not facing a hermit.

Instead, it was a humanoid, ancient behemoth from chaos! He dared not be negligent, and after bowing respectfully, he immediately turned and rushed forward to inform the lord.

Before long, the sound of air being torn apart rang out one after another, and the twelve Ancestral Witches arrived one after another.

They sensed the increasingly harmonious and powerful aura emanating from Qinglian, a power that perfectly contained its immense strength yet subtly resonated with the laws of heaven and earth. All of them smiled, their eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

"Congratulations on the completion of your cultivation, young friend!" Di Jiang laughed heartily, his voice full of vigor and genuine joy. "Judging from your demeanor, your Eighth Rank Profound Technique is completely stable, and may even have improved further. Congratulations!"

"It seems this period of seclusion has been quite fruitful! Even I can't quite see through this aura."

Houtu nodded with satisfaction. She could feel the earth's weight within Qinglian's body, which shared the same origin as her but had taken a different path, as well as a life force field far exceeding that of the past.

Qinglian bowed solemnly to the ancestral witches, her heartfelt words: "Many thanks to the ancestral witches for their generous discussions and in-depth exchanges, which helped me to glimpse the path; even more thanks to the ancestral witches for protecting this junior and providing such a precious place for me to cultivate in seclusion. Qinglian will remember this kindness forever."

Having said that, his expression turned serious, and he said, "I have been away from home for a long time and miss my master dearly. Moreover, during this period of seclusion, I traveled through the world and vaguely sensed that there were undercurrents and waves about to rise in the primordial world. Today, having accomplished my goal, I have come to bid farewell to all the ancestral witches."

Upon hearing this, the smiles on the Ancestral Witches' faces faded slightly, replaced by a hint of solemnity. Dijiang said in a deep voice, "Young friend, your spiritual senses are sharp and your perception is accurate. According to our investigation, the Heavenly Court has indeed been making frequent moves lately, with increasingly frequent large-scale formation drills, the demon race's fortunes are restless, and border frictions are escalating. Dijun and Taiyi are probably already unable to suppress their ambitions. A great war—is likely not far off. We also need to prepare for war with all our might, so we will not keep you any longer, young friend."

Zhu Rong stepped forward and patted Qinglian's shoulder heavily, his voice booming yet carrying a rare hint of solemnity: "Go back and cultivate diligently! Master the profound skills passed down by the Father God to an even higher level! The next time we meet might be on the battlefield! Don't disappoint me then! Let those flat-feathered crows and those creatures born from wet eggs witness our power!"

Gonggong snorted coldly from the side, glanced at Zhurong, but also said to Qinglian, "The prehistoric world is dangerous, especially since you are a disciple of the Three Pure Ones, you need to be even more careful. If any demon brat dares to bully you, just mention my name, Gonggong! Let's see who dares to touch you!" Although his words were harsh, they revealed a rough concern.

The other Ancestral Witches also spoke up. Jumang said gently, "Take care on your journey, young friend. Do not waste the precious life force of Kunlun Immortal Mountain."

Ru Shou solemnly replied, "One's sharpness must be concealed, but when it is drawn, it should be unstoppable."

Xuanming's tone was icy: "The chill of the primordial wilderness surpasses even my Xuanbing. Beware of ambushes."

Although their words differed, they all conveyed sincere concern and a sense of farewell.

Such is the nature of the Wu tribe; once they accept someone, they are completely devoted and utterly sincere.

Qinglian was deeply moved and cupped her hands in greeting again, her voice steady and powerful: "I will remember the words of you ancestral witches. Please take care! If the witch clan ever needs anything, Qinglian and the Kunlun lineage will certainly not stand idly by!"

Although the feelings of parting were deep, there was not much of a sentimental, childlike mannerism.

Under the complex gazes of the ancestral witches and the great witches such as Hou Yi, Kua Fu, and Xing Tian who rushed to the scene (a gaze filled with admiration, reluctance to part, and a hint of solemnity about the future), Qinglian was surrounded by the ancestral witches.

His figure transformed into a hazy stream of light, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the vast horizon in an instant. His speed was so great that even the great shamans who were skilled in speed were astonished.

After leaving the territory of the Witch Clan, Qinglian did not travel leisurely, stopping to admire the sights and comprehend the Dao as usual. Instead, she increased her escape speed to the extreme.

He was concerned about his master and carried the heavy responsibility entrusted to him by the great god Pangu, which was even greater than chaos itself, so he dared not delay in the slightest.