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

Seeing Xing Tian's unwavering resolve, Qinglian Daoist finally shook his head and smiled, agreeing.

But then he said seriously, "Very well, I will accept this favor from the Great Shaman today. I will repay it in the future. However, it is not easy to complete: the primordial spirit fire and one's own cultivation are both indispensable; and the innate spiritual essence and the five elements are also indispensable."

The weapons of the Witch Clan are quite different from the spiritual treasures of cultivators—they do not seek spiritual connection or enlightenment, nor do they concern themselves with the mysteries of laws; they only value three things: sharpness, durability, and ease of use. They must be forged and refined countless times, with no room for carelessness in the slightest.

"The marrow of Buzhou Mountain is most suitable for the Wu tribe, containing the remnants of Pangu's breath. The axes forged from it can recognize the bones and blood of the people. The copper essence of Shouyang Mountain is second best. It is formed from innate Geng metal and can cut iron like mud, which is just right for the fierce nature of the great shaman."

However, those scattered stones at the foot of Buzhou Mountain have neither spiritual energy nor foundation, and are completely unusable—if you really want to refine a weapon, you have to cut a piece off Buzhou Mountain.

Even with his extraordinary abilities, Daoist Qinglian dared not entertain such a thought.

Mount Buzhou is a pillar supporting the sky, maintaining the primordial destiny; how could it be allowed to be arbitrarily cut down?

He had no idea where the Primordial Copper Spirit was located at Shouyang Mountain. The primordial wilderness was vast, with mountains and rivers hidden among clouds, mist, and thunder, making it difficult to even discern directions, let alone find it. That's why he hadn't mentioned it at all.

Upon hearing this, Xing Tian grinned and said in a loud voice, "Master, don't worry! We have plenty of innate spiritual essences and the essence of the five elements in our tribe! I'll go and get them right now!" Before he finished speaking, he had already strode out the door.

The witch clan does not cultivate spiritual energy or refine magical artifacts. To them, spiritual essence is nothing more than a toy that women and children string together into bracelets and children grind into colorful beads.

Which household doesn't have a few grains of copper sand by their stove? Which family doesn't have half a piece of fire jade under their fence? It's easier for Xing Tian to ask for them than to ask for a bowl of millet.

Qinglian Daoist watched his excited back and shook his head silently, saying in a low voice, "It is never easy to have both gains and losses." With that, he lightly flicked his sleeve and put the iron stone on the ground into his pocket.

Before long, Xing Tian returned carrying a pile of shimmering, translucent minerals.

Without saying much, Daoist Qinglian immediately drew out the innate five elements spiritual fire, repeatedly forging it thirty-six times to filter out the impurities and leave only the original source; then he manifested the three flowers of the primordial spirit and used the "True Scripture of the Innate Five Elements" to refine it day and night.

Thirty-six years have passed, and the battle-hardened axe has finally been completed.

The axe's body was as dark as ink, its luster completely concealed; yet the blade seemed to conceal a five-colored undercurrent, subtly undulating. Before the chilling aura was even released, the killing intent had already pierced the air, its sharpness causing the air to hiss—truly a ferocious weapon capable of cleaving the heavens and splitting the earth, not to be underestimated.

The Azure Lotus Daoist handed the axe to the impatient Great Shaman Xing Tian, ​​solemnly saying, "This axe is outwardly clumsy but inwardly profound. Only the blade contains the origin of the Five Elements, capable of severing the laws of the universe and shattering the golden body of a Great Shaman. It is a weapon of mass destruction, and should not be used lightly unless absolutely necessary."

A five-colored auspicious cloud drifted leisurely across the heavens. Such a cloud of color was a sight to behold only once every hundred years in the primordial world.

A Taoist priest sat atop the clouds, dressed in a green robe with wide sleeves and wearing blue dragon-patterned boots. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his gaze lingered for a long time on the rolling green fields of the Houtu tribe.

Looking around, all you see are knee-high millet stalks, lush and green. There are no ancient trees reaching the sky, no towering peaks, only crisscrossing paths, like thousands of acres of fertile land cultivated by farmers in later generations.

"In just a few decades, thousands of miles of fertile land have been turned into farmland. The forests are gone, the beasts have disappeared. It's too cruel."

"The way of heaven and earth is to balance yin and yang. If one only takes and cultivates, the imbalance will eventually harm the harmony of heaven and earth." Qinglian Daoist sighed softly.

Later generations understood that returning farmland to forest, leaving a way for birds and beasts to survive, was the only way to ensure long-term survival. This principle applies equally to the Wu tribe.

If they continue to plant millet year after year without cultivating forests, thus destroying the habitats of all beasts, their karmic retribution will inevitably surge forth like a tide. Even without the great war between the witches and demons, the fortunes of the witch clan will likely decline day by day.

His heart sank slightly: the physical bodies of the Wu people were unparalleled in the primordial world, but unfortunately, they were ultimately separated from the pulse of mountains and rivers and the breath of plants.

Even the human race on that small blue planet in later generations once ravaged the land, leaving it riddled with holes. Yet, there were always people who dedicated themselves to combating desertification, patrolling mountains to protect birds, and enacting laws to ban hunting—their self-awareness was more than ten times greater than that of the current witch race!

"Every bite and every sip is preordained. It cannot be forced."

The Taoist Qinglian had no intention of getting involved in the karma of the Wu Clan. After reading the body-refining method taught by Houtu to the Ancestral Witches, he put aside his thoughts and rode the clouds straight to the East Sea.

Deep in the East China Sea, hundreds of thousands of miles from the shore, auspicious clouds break through the waves, and on the clouds stand a man and a dragon, their aura vast and powerful.

"Fellow Daoist Qinglian, with your presence in the East Sea, would you be interested in visiting the Little Dragon Palace for a chat?"

Ao Li appeared before the clouds, his expression slightly surprised. It turned out that Qing Lian had not concealed her divine light all the way, and as soon as she entered the sea realm, shrimp soldiers and crab generals had already flown to report to the Dragon Palace. That's why he personally came out to greet her, wanting to find out her intentions.

"I have long admired the wonders of the Dragon Palace in the East Sea, but I have never been able to spare the time to visit."

"I have come here to find a sacred mountain or island to settle down and cultivate. Fellow Daoist, you need not think too much about it." The Azure Lotus Daoist's gaze was calm and his voice was indifferent.

The foundation upon which one stands!

The Dragon King of the East Sea trembled slightly and remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "The primordial land is dotted with spiritual mountains and numerous caves. Why would you, fellow Daoist, travel all the way to the East Sea and condescend to live in a mere body of water?"

The East China Sea has always been the ancestral home of the dragon race. Even though the ancestral dragon has vanished without a trace and the dragon race's fortunes have declined day by day, very few truly powerful beings are willing to settle here.

Upon hearing Qinglian's words, the Dragon King of the East Sea felt a pang of unease—he couldn't refuse, yet he was unwilling to agree. Fearing to offend a powerful being, and worried about having his fortune divided, he froze in place, speechless.

"I have heard that at the end of this primordial chaos, three immortal islands emerged from the East Sea: Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingtai. They all fell from the depths of chaos, possessing abundant origins and enduring blessings. They far surpass all the mountains of the primordial world. How can there be any talk of them being 'subordinate'?"

The Taoist Qinglian spoke calmly and unhurriedly.

At this time, when Hongjun Daozu was about to attain Hunyuan, the Qi of Heaven and Earth pulled him together, and the Three Islands appeared in response, which were originally the origin and foundation of the lineage of the scattered cultivators in the outer sea.

Before he could finish speaking, the Dragon King of the East Sea's expression changed drastically. He opened his mouth to speak, but then, remembering the current situation of the dragon clans of the four seas, he could only give a bitter smile and say in a low voice:

"The three islands you mentioned, fellow Daoist, have existed in the world for only a little over a hundred years. Each island is shrouded by a primordial array, making them invisible. Among them, Penglai is the largest, spanning tens of thousands of miles, forming its own grotto-heaven; Fangzhang and Yingtai are smaller, each only a thousand miles in circumference."

"The secrets of the Three Islands are obscure, drifting with the tide, elusive and uncertain. Those without affinity may be within reach, yet remain unaware. I once glimpsed them from afar, but saw only a deep and mysterious formation, with yin and yang in flux, and dared not venture even a step. If you wish to seek them out, please go forth on your own."

He longed to take them all to the Dragon Palace, but the will of Heaven was clear: Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingtai were not meant for the Dragon Clan. To seize even a fraction of them would bring calamity.

"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist. I shall take my leave now."

The Azure Lotus Taoist's gaze was like a deep well, quietly sweeping over the face of the Dragon King of the East Sea. Then, five-colored divine light rose from his body, the five elements flowing and disappearing into the depths of the East Sea.