Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

Before he finished speaking, he gently paused the bamboo staff in his hand in the air beneath his feet.

"Thump."

A dull thud, like a wooden pestle striking the solid earth.

Centered on the spot where the bamboo staff landed, a semi-circular barrier, azure blue, crystal clear, and filled with countless complex spatial and sealing runes, instantly expanded.

Like an inverted giant bowl, it completely enveloped the imprisoned remains of the Heavenly Demon and the four Purple Mansion True Persons below!

The instant the barrier was formed—

"Crack! Rumble—!!"

Above the heavens, the long-brewing dimensional tribulation seemed to have finally found its target.

Countless bolts of purple-gold divine lightning, as thick as buckets and containing the purest power of destruction that the Bing-749 half-plane could currently mobilize, crashed down upon the azure barrier!

Boom boom boom boom—!!!

Lightning crackled, a deafening roar shook the heavens, and destructive energy raged, roamed, and exploded wildly on the surface of the barrier!

However, the crystal-clear blue barrier only caused violent, lake-like ripples.

In the flow of light, it absorbed, dispersed, and dissolved all the terrifying lightning tribulation power that was enough to instantly turn an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator into ashes!

The barrier remained as solid as ever, without even a single crack appearing!

Within the barrier, an eerie silence reigned, broken only by the continuous, muffled thunderous booming sounds from the outside.

The Taoist in the green robe and the red-haired old man exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

The timing is perfect, and the environment is already isolated (both internal and external, preventing interference from lightning tribulations and preventing the leakage of refining energy from polluting the plane).

Without further delay, the Taoist priest in the green robe unfurled his sleeves, revealing a simple bronze mirror with celestial constellations and landscape patterns engraved on its edges.

The mirror surface is neither gold nor jade, but a hazy, dreamlike expanse, as if it contains a primordial chaos yet to be created.

He pointed with both fingers and shouted in a low voice, "Shoot!"

The precious mirror hummed, and its surface suddenly lit up with a clear radiance, as clear as autumn water, and seemingly able to see through the essence of all things!

The clear light was not dazzling, but it carried a penetrating power that went straight to the source, firmly covering the imprisoned remains of the Heavenly Demon below, who could not even fully express his fear!

Under the clear moonlight, the ever-changing, seemingly amorphous dark body of the Heavenly Demon's remains was clearly illuminated. At its core was a highly condensed, irregularly shaped dark red crystal that constantly emitted chaotic, devouring, and twisting law fluctuations!

That is the core "origin" or "residual demonic core" of this remnant body of the Heavenly Demon!

"They've revealed themselves? Good!"

A glint flashed in the red-haired old man's eyes, and he laughed heartily, patting the purplish-red gourd at his waist.

The gourd grew taller in the wind, instantly becoming about ten feet high. The surface of the gourd naturally had cloud, thunder, and flame patterns, which now lit up, emitting an aura of both heat and destruction.

"Thunderfire True Fire, refine!"

The red-haired old man pointed his finger, and the gourd's mouth suddenly opened!

In an instant, a strange sea of ​​fire, purple and red in color, with countless tiny bolts of lightning leaping and disappearing within it, surged forth!

The temperature of this flame was inconceivably high. The moment it appeared, even the space within the barrier was slightly distorted. It also carried a destructive thunderous intent that was extremely yang and strong, and could specifically overcome yin and evil!

Under the precise control of the red-haired elder, the Thunderfire True Fire transformed into an extremely condensed pillar of fire, which, guided by the clear light of the green-robed Taoist's precious mirror, poured directly into the dark red demonic core illuminated by the remnant body of the Heavenly Demon!

"laugh--!!!"

An indescribable, piercing scream erupted not through sound, but directly at the soul level, bursting forth from the imprisoned demonic core!

That was the final, and most frantic struggle and wail of the Heavenly Demon's remnant body as it underwent the most direct and fatal refining!

The demonic core trembled violently, attempting to unleash a final chaotic shock, while the dark body enveloping it twisted wildly.

(Although it was imprisoned by the phantom of willow branches, the violent conflict of internal energy still caused its outline to fluctuate wildly.)

The extremely filthy evil energy and chaotic will attempted to retaliate and pollute the Thunder Flame True Fire.

Just then, the old farmer in the straw hat lightly tapped the inner wall of the barrier with his bamboo cane once more.

The inner layer of that azure barrier suddenly revealed even more intricate and complex sealing runes.

It contracted inward like a fishing net, further suppressing any form of energy rampage from the remnant of the Heavenly Demon.

The woman in white played her zither again, this time not a single note, but a series of short, clear melodies that carried a sense of purification and stability.

As the music played, a layer of emerald green, vibrant aura formed a second layer of protection, complementing the old farmer's azure seal.

The remnant body of the Heavenly Demon, which was being frozen in the Treasure Mirror and burned and refined by the Thunder Flame True Fire, along with all its aura, was locked tightly in the core, preventing it from escaping even a trace!

The four Purple Mansion Immortals each displayed their unique abilities.

One person used the precious mirror to illuminate the origin and fix the core.

One person used Thunderfire True Fire to directly attack vital points and refine them.

The two used a double barrier of musical instruments to seal off the inside and outside, suppressing any counterattack.

Their teamwork was seamless, and their efficiency was astonishing.

The remnant body of the extraterrestrial demon that brought the entire C-749 plane to the brink of annihilation and awakened the Heavenly Dao to unleash its lightning punishment.

Before these four, she was like a special medicinal herb that had fallen into an alchemy furnace, being systematically and forcibly refined.

In the direction of Luoxia Market, within the Mountain and River Golden Light Array.

All the monks who were still conscious stared in stunned silence at the breathtaking scene in the direction of the sanctuary, a scene that was beyond their comprehension.

Calamity clouds filled the sky, and thunderbolts rained down.

A deep blue barrier, as stable as a rock.

Within the barrier, the clear light calmed the demons, lightning and fire refined them, and the sound of the zither resonated within the barrier.

Li Xiaoyao stood atop the bell tower, gazing at the four godlike figures.

Feeling the vast aura and exquisite application of laws emanating from afar, yet still resonating slightly within his Four Symbols Immortal Foundation, he took a deep breath.

The power of the Purple Palace is truly terrifying!

The combined power of the four Purple Mansion True Persons is unfathomable.

The remnant of the extraterrestrial demon, which had enraged the Heavenly Dao and unleashed a furious lightning strike, did not last long due to their combined efforts and their power that transcended the laws of this realm.

Finally, accompanied by a faint, mournful shriek that seemed to come from a distant time and space, the last stubborn darkness and distortion were burned away by the lightning and fire.

What was suspended in mid-air was no longer the remains of a celestial demon, but a fist-sized, slowly rotating, chaotic-colored ball of energy.

It is neither black nor white, neither light nor dark, and inside it seems to contain countless tiny, constantly arising and dying vortices.

It exudes a pure, ancient energy, seemingly containing the secrets of the beginning and end of all things—the primordial energy of chaos.

This is the most precious thing remaining after the most core and original existence of the extraterrestrial demons was forcibly refined and purified.

A starting point extracted from chaos and disorder.

It has incredible uses for comprehending higher realms, repairing one's origin, and refining top-grade elixirs or magical treasures.

The Taoist in the green robe glanced at the mass of chaotic primordial energy and nodded slightly.

A look of satisfaction flashed in the red-haired old man's eyes.

The white-clad woman's zither music gradually faded, and the ethereal shadow of the green willow disappeared.

The old farmer in the straw hat still leaned on his bamboo cane, his expression unchanged.