Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"It is sacrificing its last will to detonate the very essence of reincarnation!"

Houtu's expression changed drastically. "Once the primordial source explodes, half of the Blood Sea will be dragged into the turbulent currents of reincarnation, the primordial earth veins will inevitably collapse, and we will become sinners against the primordial world!"

The Styx Ancestor wanted to move, but the sword strike he had unleashed earlier had exhausted his magical power. The two killing treasures, Abi and Yuantu, were now dimming, and the red lotus beneath his feet was teetering on the verge of collapse.

The vast magical power of a top-tier quasi-saint cannot be recovered in a short period of time.

The sphere of light began to expand.

From the size of houses to the size of mountains, it continues to expand.

As it expanded, the curse runes on the surface of the sphere of light grew brighter and brighter, and a world-destroying energy wave emanated from it. The sea of ​​blood began to boil, and the sky was dyed a strange, chaotic color.

The primordial world sensed this, and a deep rumble of thunder echoed from the heavens above, a warning from the Heavenly Dao.

"Huanglong...!"

Houtu stood in front of Huanglong, blocking all the powerful and destructive waves. Even with Huanglong's cultivation as a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he would have been reduced to dust long ago if not for the protective measures left by the sage.

Although she didn't know how many hidden tricks left by saints were on Huanglong.

However, Huanglong had already used the methods of the Taiqing Saint and the Shangqing Saint, and Huanglong was a direct disciple of Yuan Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun.

Even if those two sages left him with life-saving measures, it's impossible that his master, Yuanshi Tianzun, didn't leave any behind.

Hearing Houtu's call, and seeing the primordial energy of the Reincarnation Demon God about to erupt.

Without the slightest hesitation, Huang Long swallowed the three golden pills he had left.

"boom!!!"

The immense medicinal power, like a cosmic explosion, burst forth within his body, fully restoring the magical power he had previously depleted.

He raised his right hand, palm facing the sphere of light from the origin of reincarnation that was about to explode.

On the palm of his hand, an ancient banner-shaped mark is emerging from deep within his skin.

"Teacher..." Huang Long's voice trembled slightly, "Help... ah...!"

The banner flew out of his hand, swollen in the wind.

That wasn't a physical entity; it was just a phantom.

A phantom image of a supreme treasure that split the chaos and stabilized the earth, wind, water, and fire when the world was created.

The illusory image of the Pangu Banner!

The phantom was only a hundred feet in size, as insignificant as dust compared to that ten-thousand-foot-long ball of light.

But the moment this phantom appeared, the entire sea of ​​blood... no, the entire primordial world... all beings who had reached the Quasi-Saint realm felt it and all looked toward the sea of ​​blood.

Many powerful figures speculated about what had happened that would prompt two saints to take action at the same time.

"With Tongtian and Yuanshi taking action one after the other, what merit or ability does the Styx possess?"

The jade iron that the Sage Taiqing left for Huanglong only unleashed the power of the supernatural ability of the Reincarnation God and Demon, which immobilized the dragon. It remained within the sea of ​​blood and did not dissipate its aura. Therefore, many powerful beings in the prehistoric world were unaware that the Sage Taiqing had made a move.

On Mount Sumeru in the western part of the primordial wilderness.

Beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, both Jieyin and Zhunti had solemn expressions. The two saints used their Saintly Observation of Heaven and Earth, but they only found that the sea of ​​blood was shrouded in thick fog, and they could not see any scene inside.

"Could it be that a supreme innate treasure has been born in the Blood Sea? Otherwise, why would Yuanshi and Tongtian be fighting so fiercely in the Blood Sea?"

"Should we go rob it?"

"I won't go, we can't win!"

"..."

After Huanglong unleashed the Pangu Banner, he collapsed onto the Pure World White Lotus Platform, the magical power transformed from several golden pills already drained by the illusory image of the Pangu Banner.

The illusory image of the Pangu Banner moved without wind, its surface trembling slightly.

There was no sound, no light, and no energy fluctuations.

There is only one "slash".

This strike completely erased the will of the Reincarnation Demon God.

The Demon God of Reincarnation sacrificed his will, triggering the primordial curse on Huanglong, Houtu, and others!

At this moment, the will was erased, thus severing the curse of the Chaos God from its root.

On the ever-expanding surface of the sphere of light, the curse runes all dimmed, and the expansion came to an abrupt halt.

The raging energy inside the sphere of light instantly lost its guidance and began to collide chaotically, with countless protrusions appearing on its surface, like a balloon that could burst at any moment.

The curse was broken, but the primal turmoil did not stop!

"Not good!" the Styx Ancestor hissed, "Although it cannot detonate the source to cast the spell, the source itself has already erupted. Once it explodes..."

Houtu naturally knew the consequences.

The power of the primal explosion, now free from the guidance of the curse, will be greatly reduced, but it will still be enough to overturn the entire sea of ​​blood.

If the sea of ​​blood were to collapse, the primordial world would surely suffer a severe blow!

Houtu looked at Huanglong. Among the three of them, Huanglong was only a Great Luo Golden Immortal, yet he had now used all his abilities. If this source was allowed to explode, Huanglong would have no chance of survival.

Huang Long's face was ashen, and the phantom of the Pangu Banner was slowly dissipating above his head.

Even with the support of the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, activating this mark almost tore his primordial spirit apart.

He couldn't even stand up now; he could only slump on the lotus platform, watching helplessly as the raging ball of light appeared.

Houtu then looked towards the River Styx.

The Styx Ancestor gritted his teeth and tried to mobilize the power of the Blood Sea, but as soon as he had the thought, he spat out a mouthful of primordial blood essence, and another red lotus petal withered at his feet.

He has reached his limit.

Finally, Houtu looked at the ball of light.

More and more protrusions appeared on the surface of the sphere of light, and the chaotic light flickered. A muffled thunderous roar came from inside, which was a sign that the origin of reincarnation was about to completely lose control.

Time is running out.

Then he looked at the countless true spirits struggling in the sea of ​​blood.

Houtu laughed.

This descendant of Pangu, the strongest ancestral witch of the witch clan, now stood tall and straight like Mount Buzhou.

She looked down at Huanglong and the Styx, her voice heartbreakingly calm:

"The sea of ​​blood cannot collapse, the primordial wilderness cannot be broken."

"Take care, fellow Daoists." Houtu struck out with her palm, and the Yellow Dragon and the Styx River swam toward the edge of the Blood Sea.

As soon as she finished speaking, her enormous true form suddenly trembled, growing a hundredfold again. The earth-yellow laws of the earth around her exploded, transforming into countless streams of light that merged into the sea of ​​blood.

Then, she opened her mouth...!

It was not a roar, not a howl, but a long, deep breath, like the earth breathing.

"Buzz—!"

The entire sea of ​​blood collapsed inward, and endless waves of blood surged back. The ten-thousand-foot-tall sphere of light trembled violently under this suction force, and was then forcibly dragged into a chaotic torrent that plunged into Houtu's open mouth.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu!!!" Old Ancestor Styx's eyes were bloodshot.

Huanglong wanted to shout, but no sound came out; he could only watch helplessly.

The moment the ball of light entered her abdomen, it exploded with a deafening roar, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of Houtu's ten-thousand-foot true form, from which blinding chaotic light burst forth.

There was no pain or struggle on her face; she simply closed her eyes slowly and opened her arms as if to embrace the entire sea of ​​blood or the whole primordial world.

"I am a descendant of Pangu, and I possess the body of an ancestral shaman..."

"Suppress...reincarnation!"