Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Facing the terrifying demonic cloud, Xuan Du showed no worry whatsoever.

Although he was only at the early stage of Quasi-Saint, he was different from ordinary Quasi-Saints.

He carries the direct lineage of the Supreme Saint, and with his foundation, he might not be defeated even if two demon kings came, let alone one.

The demonic cloud drew ever closer, then suddenly contracted tens of thousands of miles from Xuandu, as all the demonic energy swirled inward like a vortex, eventually coalescing into a towering demonic shadow.

The demon king was dressed in a crimson robe, the hem of which moved without wind, and scalding demonic flames spewed out from every seam of the robe.

His face was not human, but a crimson mask composed of solidified demonic flames.

As soon as he appeared, the temperature within a radius of millions of miles rose sharply. The land of the Demon Realm beneath his feet seemed to have been branded with an invisible iron, and the ground began to crack, from which viscous black magma gushed out.

A blazing demon, its cultivation at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint level, possessed an extremely terrifying aura.

Xuan Du looked around and felt somewhat relieved.

He's only at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

The Flame Demon looked at Xuan Du, and especially when he sensed the aura on Xuan Du that did not belong to the Demon Realm, his eyes revealed naked excitement and greed.

"How dare you! This brat from the primordial era dares to trespass into the Demon Realm!"

"If you are captured, the Demon Ancestor will surely bestow a great reward!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already made his move.

The Flame Demon seemed to disdain wasting words with Xuan Du. With a wave of his hand, endless demonic laws gathered in his palm, and terrifying demonic flames rose from all directions of Xuan Du like an erupting volcano, turning the surrounding area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles into a blazing inferno.

The earth was ignited, mountains and rivers turned into lava, and demonic energy was also ignited, condensing into giant hands made of demonic flames that fiercely grabbed at Xuandu.

Countless giant fiery hands covered the entire sky, like a burning cage closing in on the center.

Clearly, in the eyes of this Flame Demon, Xuan Du was nothing more than a Quasi-Saint in the early stage.

With his own mid-stage Quasi-Saint level and the blessing of the Heavenly Dao of the Demon Realm, taking down this Primordial cultivator was naturally a piece of cake.

He was already calculating what kind of reward he could ask the Demon Ancestor for after taking Xuandu.

If it were any other early-stage Quasi-Saint cultivator from the Primordial Era, encountering this Flame Demon in this Demon Realm, they would indeed have no choice but to turn tail and run.

The laws of the Demon Realm already have a suppressive effect on cultivators from the Primordial Era. In addition, the opponent's cultivation level is a small realm higher, and they also have the advantage of playing on their home field. Ordinary people simply have no power to fight back.

But who is Xuandu?

The only direct disciple of the Sage Taiqing.

Xuan Du remained calm, neither dodging nor retreating.

He slowly raised his hand, and a jade bottle full of Daoist charm flew out from his sleeve. The jade bottle was azure blue and exuded a powerful Daoist charm of water. It hovered in front of Xuandu and slowly rotated.

He pointed the mouth of the jade bottle in his hand forward and gently pushed it.

The bottle was slightly ajar, and a wisp of water overflowed from it.

At first, the water droplets were no more than a thread thick, but in the next instant, a raging torrent of water gushed out of the jade bottle, white waves rolled and water vapor rose, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens.

Every drop of water in that flood contained an extremely rich source of water elemental energy, which was inherently incompatible with the omnipresent fire elemental energy in the demon realm.

The floodwaters transformed into countless water dragons before Xuandu, each tens of thousands of feet long, formed entirely from the purest water elemental essence. Their roars shook the heavens, their power astonishing.

The water dragon's scales were fully revealed, its head held high, and its tail swung up waves hundreds of feet high, crashing into the giant, fiery hands that were reaching out from the sky.

Water and fire clashed in the void with a thunderous roar, and white mist rose up, like a miniature clash between heaven and earth.

The dozens of giant fiery hands collapsed and disintegrated under the impact of the water dragon, sending up large swaths of black mist.

But Xuandu did not stop there.

After breaking through the giant hand of flames, the water dragons did not dissipate. Instead, they continued to surge in the ocean, intertwining and converging, eventually merging into an even larger and more majestic phantom of a true dragon.

The dragon was over a million feet long, its head raised high, spewing out a thick column of water that shot straight at the Flame Demon.

The Flame Demon's expression changed slightly, but he did not panic.

He roared and unleashed a precious pearl that emitted terrifying flames.

The pearl was entirely crimson, its interior seemingly sealed with a sea of ​​fire. As soon as it appeared in the air, it caused demonic flames to surge and rise within a radius of millions of miles.

The sea of ​​fire in front of the Balrog surged, and a huge demonic figure slowly rose from the flames. The demonic figure had a ferocious face and held a spear made of molten lava in its right hand.

The demonic figure roared to the sky, its spear thrusting out with unparalleled demonic power, aiming straight at the oncoming water dragon.

Water and fire, dragon and spear, collided with a deafening roar.

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, causing the entire area within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles to tremble.

The water dragon and the demonic shadow collapsed almost simultaneously, and white mist and black smoke intertwined and surged in the air, forming a thick gray-black fog that covered a very wide area.

The fog obscured the sky and the sun, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

Just as the black mist filled the air, a golden light shot out from it.

The golden light was incredibly fast, moving through the black mist, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, like a golden dragon weaving through murky waters.

By the time the Flame Demon recovered from the aftershocks of their earlier clash, the golden light had already circled behind him.

The golden light suddenly accelerated, spinning rapidly around the Flame Demon's body, one circle, two circles, three circles, like a golden dragon coiling and circling around him.

The Fiery Demon roared and tried to break free, but the golden light around him had already tightened, and before he could react, he was already firmly bound by a golden rope.

The rope shimmered with dazzling golden light, its body made of countless extremely fine golden threads twisted together, each thread covered with densely packed restrictive runes.

The surging demonic flames around the Fiery Demon were absorbed and neutralized by the runes the moment they touched the rope. The demonic flames were extinguished as soon as they rose, and its momentum plummeted.

He struggled frantically, trying to break free of the rope by urging his very being, but the rope remained unmoved, tightening only the more he struggled.

This golden rope actually imprisoned the demonic laws surrounding the Flame Demon inch by inch, completely sealing off his mid-stage Quasi-Saint Dao.

The orb, radiating terrifying flames, lost the control of the Flame Demon and instantly transformed into a crimson streak of light, about to return to the Flame Demon's body.

However, just as it took off, it seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, suddenly stopping in mid-air, where it was gently caught by a slender and steady hand.

Xuan Du emerged from the black mist, his fingers flicking, and a series of restrictions rained down on the precious pearl, sealing it layer by layer in a short time. Then he casually put it away.

He then walked up to the Flame Demon, who was trapped and unable to move, looked him up and down, and a rather satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The reason he didn't kill the Flame Demon on the spot was twofold: firstly, the fall of a Quasi-Saint would inevitably detonate the entire Demon Realm.

Secondly, the Flame Demon is also an excellent loot.

The demon realm's origin, the laws of the Great Dao, and his memories contained within a living quasi-saint demon king are enough to elevate the prehistoric world's understanding of the demon realm by more than one level.