Primordial Era: Starting with Self-Created Mythical Great Luo Law

He sighed inwardly, originally thinking it was just an ordinary strange object, but he never expected that it contained profound mysteries—it appeared lifeless and spiritless, but in reality, it contained its own universe.

He immediately gathered his primordial spirit, shut his mouth and remained silent, sitting quietly to deduce and ponder the strangeness of the iron stone.

It can isolate the primordial spirit of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and it has no spiritual fluctuations of its own, which is truly an anomaly and has never been seen before in ancient times.

Ordinary innate spiritual materials may contain refined energy or primordial breath. Cultivators only need to slightly move their minds to allow their primordial spirit to penetrate and observe them. Even chaotic divine iron should have chaotic energy flowing within it, making it difficult to escape the perception of the primordial spirit.

But the one in front of me was like a rough, stubborn rock picked up casually in the mountains, lifeless, but unusually heavy, pressing down on my hand and weighing me down.

Otherwise, why would Xing Tian go to such lengths to forge an axe with this?

Seeing that Qinglian Daoist remained silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on the iron stone with a solemn expression, Xing Tian felt a tightness in his heart and sensed something was wrong—it seemed that even the spiritual fire formed from his primordial spirit could not harm it in the slightest.

Years later, the Ancestral Witch of the Earth personally advised: Among the Witch Clan, only the Nine-Flavor Divine Fire of the Ancestral Witch of Zhurong might have a chance to be used; among the cultivators, only the primordial spirit fire of those with great supernatural powers might be usable.

But the Ancestral Witch Zhurong had already tried, to no avail; and now, the Qinglian Daoist's expression clearly showed that he was also helpless.

"Master, this iron... truly cannot be melted?" Xing Tian's voice was strained as he stared intently at Qinglian Daoist.

"Strange, really strange."

The Azure Lotus Daoist gently stroked the surface of the iron stone with his fingertips, not answering Xing Tian, ​​but instead muttering to himself, "Born of chaos and fallen from the nine heavens, it is undoubtedly Chaos Divine Iron. It can repel the Great Luo Primordial Spirit, making it a supreme treasure in itself. If it is truly refined into a spiritual treasure, its power may surpass the Primordial Five Elements Divine Diagram."

"It's just that the primordial spirit is difficult to enter, so the Five Elements Spiritual Fire loses its foundation for control—even if it has divine power, it's just empty talk. Only the legendary innate spiritual fire might be worth a shot." He shook his head, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness.

Although the Five Elements Spiritual Fire is powerful, it ultimately relies on the primordial spirit to control it; but the innate spiritual fire is different—at the beginning of the primordial world, earth, wind, water, and fire interacted and gave birth to this fire, which is naturally formed and does not need to be sought from outside. It has its own innate spirituality and can burn the origin of all things. Perhaps it can truly open this iron gate.

"It's not that I'm unwilling to refine it, but that I simply cannot. This iron is naturally resistant to divine sense. Not only my primordial spirit fire and the five elements fire, but all the innate divine fires of the primordial world rely on the primordial spirit for survival, so there's no way to work with it."

"There are only two ways: one is for me to tirelessly search for the threshold of the Great Luo Realm; the other is to find the innate spiritual fire. Only with both can there be any hope of refining it."

Upon hearing this, Xing Tian's shoulders slumped slightly, his face darkened, and after a moment's hesitation, he asked again, "May I ask, True Immortal, when can we expect to reach the Great Luo Realm?"

"The path to the Great Luo is as difficult as ascending to heaven. It cannot be attained without countless years of arduous cultivation," said Daoist Qinglian with a bitter smile.

Above the Great Luo realm, there is a Quasi-Saint realm. Before Hongjun Daozu attained sainthood, there was no such thing as a Quasi-Saint in the prehistoric world; it was only after he began to preach in Zixiao Palace that the Great Dao was transmitted and the immortals learned what a Quasi-Saint was.

In the present prehistoric world, not only are there no traces of Quasi-Saints, but even those at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm are as rare as morning stars.

Qinglian Daoist himself was only at the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm. The gap between him and the Quasi-Saint realm was more than just years—it was a step that the entire prehistoric world had not yet taken.

For billions and billions of years!

Xing Tian lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. When he looked up again, his voice was a few decibels lower: "May I ask, True Immortal, where can one find the Primordial Spiritual Fire?"

Innate spiritual fire!

"This fire is formless and traceless, impossible to find or summon. This humble Taoist also does not know its whereabouts," said the Taoist Qinglian with an apologetic expression.

Such treasures are probably only known to the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

In fact, there is another fire in the primordial world that can break this iron—the Chaos Spirit Fire.

Born before the chaos was divided, emerging from the beginning of primordial chaos, it could burn even a Grand Luo Golden Immortal to ashes in an instant. However, even the Azure Lotus Daoist dared not presume to imagine such a fire, and thus uttered not a word about it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xing Tian's face darkened. He stamped his foot and gritted his teeth, saying, "Still can't be melted! This lump of iron is no different from a piece of rotten rock!"

He kicked the iron stone, sending sparks flying, and shouted angrily, "What use are you if you can't forge an axe? I'll kick you into the bottomless abyss later, so you'll never see the light of day again!"

—This is a genuine artifact lost from the chaos; how can we just throw it away like that?

The Qinglian Daoist hurriedly reached out to stop him, his tone both urgent and steady: "Great Shaman, wait! This thing is no ordinary item. If it were truly forged into a weapon, it would surely be a divine weapon capable of splitting the heavens and earth, unmatched throughout the primordial world. It is only because my cultivation is shallow and my vision is narrow that I cannot comprehend its intricacies for the time being, and thus I cannot fuse it with my own power."

"It's better to keep it for now and wait for the right opportunity. When the time is right, its brilliance will naturally appear."

Xing Tian stared at the dark, heavy iron stone, his mind clear: It's a good thing, no doubt about it.

But there was nothing he could do about it, and he felt a tightness in his chest, muttering dejectedly, "Who doesn't want a treasure? But right now, all I want to do is swing a decent axe around!"

The Wu tribe does not cultivate their primordial spirit, nor do they follow the incantations for weapon forging. Finding a weapon that suits their taste is harder than climbing to heaven. Most Manchu high shamans are unarmed, relying solely on their brute strength to withstand attacks.

Otherwise, why would the mighty Xingtian, the great shaman, run around and humbly beg others for an axe?

"Hahaha! It's just an axe, why the great shaman look so worried? When I have a little more free time, I'll forge one for you myself!"

Seeing Xing Tian sighing deeply, Qinglian Daoist laughed heartily, his voice crisp and clear.

Upon hearing this, Xing Tian's face immediately lit up, but after a quick glance, he cupped his hands and said, "I am deeply grateful for your kindness, Master. However, I dare not accept this favor for nothing—I will offer this piece of iron stone as a token of my gratitude. I only hope that you will take action soon and help me forge a suitable axe."

The Azure Lotus Daoist paused slightly, then looked up at Xing Tian, ​​his expression shifting slightly: "Great Shaman, your words are too harsh. This iron has an extraordinary origin. If I were to exchange it for an axe, wouldn't I be getting the better deal?"

Ancient texts record that in the beginning of chaos, three thousand demons and gods descended to earth, bringing with them countless rare treasures, among which was the Chaos Divine Iron.

It is neither born of nature nor formed from chaos; its nature is unpredictable and elusive. Once it can be melted down, what is forged will be an extremely lethal weapon.

The Green Lotus Daoist had overheard the Three Pure Ones mention it a few times in casual conversation years ago, but at the time he merely laughed it off as anecdote and never took it seriously. After all, the matter involved was shrouded in mystery, and who could verify its truth?

But now Xing Tian insists on exchanging the axe for iron, and he is unwilling to incur a karmic debt for such a trivial matter.

"You are mistaken, sir." Xing Tian waved his hand, his voice low but firm. "This iron stone in my hands is just a piece of dud coal, it can't be heated or lit, it's not even as good as a hammer. Your real axe would be much more practical."

A supreme being with unparalleled abilities is already extremely rare; and someone willing to befriend the Wu tribe and forge weapons is even rarer. How could Xing Tian possibly let this opportunity slip by?

Furthermore, he had already figured it out in his mind: the Green Lotus Daoist said he would "refine it when he was free," but firstly, he couldn't wait, and secondly—a casual favor was completely different from accepting the iron stone and making a special forging.