Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Within the rift, there was only chaos and nothingness.

But within this void, a faint purple aura lingered.

It seems to be the essence overflowing from the origin of the Great Dao, containing the most fundamental mysteries of heaven and earth.

Purple energy surged within the cracks, seemingly about to overflow at any moment.

The fluctuations it emitted caused the entire primordial world to boil.

It was a fluctuation that transcended all things, a fluctuation connected to the origin of the Great Dao.

It is not powerful, not violent, and even somewhat weak.

But the moment it appeared, all beings in the primordial world above the Quasi-Saint realm felt a tremor from the depths of their true spirit.

That wasn't fear, but longing.

It is a yearning for a higher realm etched deep within the soul of every quasi-saint.

Deep within the sea of ​​blood, the Styx Ancestor suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze pierced through layers of blood and across vast emptiness, landing on the rift outside Shouyang Mountain.

His pupils contracted slightly, and his expression shifted from shock to disbelief, and finally to an almost insane greed.

"This is... Primordial Purple Qi!"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Primordial Purple Qi is the most mysterious and precious thing in the world.

Each of the six sages attained sainthood only after receiving the Primordial Purple Qi bestowed upon them by the Dao Ancestor.

Now, fluctuations of primordial purple energy have appeared in the sky above Shouyang Mountain?

What does this mean?

This means that primordial purple energy has appeared in the world there!

Without hesitation, the Styx Ancestor stirred the sea of ​​blood, and vast amounts of blood energy condensed.

A gigantic blood-red hand materialized in front of him, traversing the endless void, and reached out to grab the rift above Shouyang Mountain (the ancestral home of the human race).

Beiming.

A giant claw emerged from beneath the ice, reaching southward.

The claw was covered in bluish-black scales, and its sharp fingertips gleamed with a cold light.

It traversed endless space at an astonishing speed.

Its power is in no way inferior to that of the Styx Ancestor.

Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi stood under the ginseng fruit tree, looking up at the sky.

His face didn't show the same greed as Styx's, but a glint of something else flashed in his eyes.

"Primordial Purple Qi..." Zhen Yuanzi murmured, "How could such a thing appear in the ancestral land of the human race?"

Suddenly, Zhen Yuanzi frowned as he sensed a familiar fluctuation.

"Kunpeng!"

With a wave of his hand, Zhen Yuanzi conjured a blue palm in front of him, which crossed layers of space and reached out to grab the area behind the rift.

The hand was not large, but it contained extremely profound Daoist principles, clearly a full-force attack from Zhen Yuanzi.

Xi Kunlun.

The Queen Mother of the West sat cross-legged on her cloud bed, her gaze piercing through endless space and landing on the rift.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"The Primordial Purple Qi... its appearance among the human race, is it the work of the Supreme Sage, or...?"

She hesitated for a moment, but finally raised her hand and slapped out.

Like Zhen Yuanzi of the Styx River, he reached for the crack. Although the chances were slim, he was unwilling to give up such a great opportunity.

heaven.

Haotian stood in the Lingxiao Palace, looking up at the starry sky.

His gaze pierced through the heavens and landed in the direction of Shouyang Mountain.

The crack was clearly visible to him, and the purple energy fluctuations within it gave him a jolt.

"Primordial Purple Qi..." Haotian's voice held a hint of disbelief, "How is this possible?"

The Queen Mother, standing beside him, also felt the fluctuation. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she said, "Your Majesty, shall we intervene?"

Haotian remained silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"No rush. Let's take a look first."

Besides the Heavenly Court, giant hands reached out across the primordial land, grasping at the ancestral homeland of humanity.

Blood-red hands from the Blood Sea, cyan hands from Wuzhuang Temple, jade-colored hands from Xikunlun, scales and claws from the North... one after another, giant hands containing the power of a quasi-saint peak traversed endless void, reaching out to grab the rift above the ancestral land of the human race.

At this moment, the primordial void became incredibly lively.

The giant hands moved through the void, maintaining distance from each other, but all pointing in the same direction.

Every Quasi-Saint who made a move knew they had no chance of winning.

They are even destined to return empty-handed.

But no one was willing to give up.

That is the primordial purple aura, the opportunity to become a saint.

Even if there's only a one in a billion chance, it's worth giving it your all.

The appearance of the crack and the actions of the quasi-saints were all witnessed by the saints.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat on his cloud bed, looking at the crack above the ancestral land of the human race outside Shouyang Mountain. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Primordial Purple Qi..." Yuanshi Tianzun murmured, "Where did this come from?"

His gaze swept around the crack, then he frowned slightly.

The rift gave him a strange feeling. The purple energy within it was indeed the fluctuation of primordial purple energy, but it seemed incomplete and impure.

It's like a precious thing that's been divided into several parts, and what's appearing in the crack is just one of those parts.

"That one in Hongyun's hand!" Yuanshi Tianzun, having realized what was happening, glanced at Taiqing and Nuwa in Shouyang Mountain, then looked away.

If it were the complete Primordial Purple Qi, he might fight for it, but it would only be a fragment...!

Moreover, he always had a feeling that the appearance of this piece of Primordial Purple Qi was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

East China Sea, Jin'ao Island.

The Tongtian Sect Leader sat cross-legged in Biyou Palace, his gaze fixed on the crack.

His eyes lit up slightly.

"Primordial Purple Qi?" The Tongtian Sect Leader's voice carried a hint of surprise. "How could this thing appear on Shouyang Mountain?"

Then, he glanced at Fuxi below and sensed the giant heads emerging from all over the prehistoric world, a playful smile appearing on his face!

"If it's not yours, there's no point in trying to take it."

After all, the Primordial Purple Qi could not have appeared earlier or later, but it appeared precisely after Fuxi became the Human Emperor and broke through to the Quasi-Saint realm. There must have been some scheming behind this.

In the west, Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin and Zhunti stood atop Mount Sumeru, their gazes piercing through the endless void and landing on the crack.

Both of them wore expressions of shock.

"Primordial Purple Qi!" Zhunti's voice carried a hint of unease. "Senior brother, it's that Primordial Purple Qi!"

Jieyin didn't speak, but the sorrow on his face looked even worse.

Zhunti's fingers twitched slightly, and the Seven Treasures Tree appeared in his hand.

But the guide held his hand down.

"Junior brother," the guide's voice was filled with sorrow and helplessness, "that's the Taiqing Daoist temple!"

Zhunti gritted his teeth and finally took back the Seven Treasures Tree.

But their gazes never left that crack.

Giant hands traversed endless space and appeared above the ancestral land of humanity.