Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 203 Beiming Xuangui, a disciple of the Four Religions

With a loud shout from Duobao, thousands of disciples of the Jie Sect followed him down the mountain without hesitation.

On Kunlun Mountain, everyone was at peace and serene, with intact spiritual veins and abundant spiritual energy, unaffected by the shattered Heavenly Pillar.

But after leaving Kunlun Mountain, I realized just how terrifying this disaster truly was.

The endless waters of the celestial river poured down, causing the earth's veins to surge and churn in chaos.

Endless volcanic eruptions caused seawater to surge, unleashing a raging storm of fire, water, and wind.

Looking around, the entire prehistoric world was engulfed in misery.

Those races with powerful beings within their clans are somewhat better off, as they still have the ability to protect themselves.

But those weaker races are constantly being devoured by disaster.

At this moment, all the races of the primordial world suddenly came to their senses.

It turns out that the Lich War was not the real catastrophe; the real catastrophe was the severe consequences that followed the end of the Lich War.

After Duobao led thousands of disciples of the Jie Sect down the mountain, he began to sort out the earth's veins, quell the rage of the volcano, and suppress the waters of the four seas.

But this approach is too slow and won't save many lives at all.

On the snow-white auspicious cloud, Daoist Duobao solemnly assumed the responsibilities of the eldest disciple.

"If we all act together, this is too slow. Listen to my command, Wu Yunxian, you are in charge of leading a thousand disciples to suppress the volcano."

"Yes, Senior Brother Duobao."

Wu Yunxian nodded solemnly.

"Junior Brother Huang Quan, lead a thousand disciples and you will be in charge of sorting out the earth's veins."

"Yes, Senior Brother Duobao."

"Jinling, Guiling, and Wudang, the three of you will lead a thousand disciples to suppress the waters of the four seas."

"Yes, senior brother."

After giving his instructions, Duobao looked at the Golden-Winged Roc and shouted loudly.

"The rest of you, come with me to save the creatures of the ancient world and move them to a safe place. Remember, save people first, and put everything else aside."

"Yes, Senior Brother Duobao."

The disciples of the Jie Sect divided the work and worked together, and their speed was indeed much faster.

The disciples of the three Western religions, including the monk Chan, looked on with some confusion.

The great calamity is rapidly worsening. Only by rebuilding the Heavenly Pillar can the disaster end. Why are these people from the Jie Sect doing futile work?

But when they saw auspicious clouds swirling around the disciples of the Jie Sect as they acted, and strands of merit flowing into their bodies, they were all unsettled.

Merit can be gained by acting now to save the world!

The disciples of the three religions of the West and the Chan sect could no longer sit still and began to take action.

Above the sky, the Six Saints frowned as they looked at the large hole that had collapsed.

Taiqing said solemnly, "We cannot allow the waters of the Heavenly River to pour down. As it pours down, it will cause countless disasters on Earth. Everyone, let us join forces to suppress the Heavenly Cave!"

"The Tai Chi symbol!"

Taiqing summoned the Taiji diagram, and the two black energies transformed into a large wheel, which slowly rotated and went to meet it.

"Pangu Banner!"

"The Twelve-Petaled Pure White Lotus!"

"The Qiankun Cauldron!"

"The Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit!"

"The Seven Wonderful Trees!"

With the combined power of the six saints, the six supreme treasures hummed and trembled in the sky, finally sealing off the heavens. However, the saints did not relax.

Even the Buzhou Heavenly Pillar couldn't hold it up; their magical power could only provide a temporary solution at best.

In the land of the Northern Sea, the ocean stretches for hundreds of millions of miles. As far as the eye can see, there are only endless mountains standing on the sea and the boundless ocean.

The sky was gray and hazy; there was no earth, only the sea.

In this environment, a dazzling golden shadow streaks through the air.

Soon, the golden shadow landed on a large mountain and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Revealing his true form in white, who else could it be but Zhao Gongming?

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Turtle, please show yourself."

Zhao Gongming spoke loudly, his voice echoing across billions of miles of space and reaching deep into the waters of the Northern Sea.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, the waters of the Northern Sea began to surge violently, creating towering waves.

Then, a huge head emerged from the sea!

Its head alone is as big as a mountain, no, much bigger than a mountain, and it is covered with the marks of time and antiquity.

After the head, the body and limbs emerge from the seawater.

It seemed as if a new landmass had appeared in the entire Northern Sea, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Its body is covered with pitted rocks, seaweed, parasites and other things, making it impossible to see the turtle shell itself.

On a head as large as a mountain, a pair of eyes the size of mung beans opened, gleaming with divine light.

Of course, the size of a mung bean is in proportion to the entire head; in reality, even just the two eyes are still incredibly large.

The moment the enormous head appeared, it gave Zhao Gongming an aura of extreme danger, making it hard for him to breathe.

Zhao Gongming was secretly amazed; it truly lived up to its reputation as the first Xuan Turtle since the beginning of time.

Having cultivated in the Northern Darkness for hundreds of millions of years, although unable to take human form, his profound knowledge and abilities are probably the greatest in the primordial world below the Six Sages.

That is an existence that even innate beings like Styx, Zhen Yuanzi, Donghuang Taiyi, and Dijun cannot compare to.

Of course, resources are just resources; they do not necessarily indicate the strength or weakness of combat power.

The black tortoise cannot transform into human form, thus inherently lacking a bit of flexibility.

Of course, when powerful beings of this caliber clash, no one knows what ultimate trump cards they might have.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my Beiming?"

The black tortoise spoke, and Zhao Gongming seemed to hear a thunderous roar that shook his eardrums.

"Wow, that sound is really loud!"

Zhao Gongming frowned, flew into the air, looked at the Xuan Turtle as equals, and shouted loudly.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Turtle, could your body be shrunk a bit?"

Upon hearing this, the Xuan Turtle gave Zhao Gongming a deep look, and then a surge of azure magic power enveloped its entire body.

Its enormous, mountain-like body began to shrink gradually, eventually becoming about one-third of its original size.

Even if it's only a third of its original size, it's still enormous, but this is clearly the best the Xuan Turtle can achieve.

The Northern Dark Tortoise, a primordial species, is restricted by the Heavenly Dao and can only cultivate in its physical form, unable to transform into human form to enjoy unparalleled freedom.

"Who are you, and what is your purpose in coming to my Northern Darkness Land?"

The black tortoise asked again, its voice much softer than the first time.

"I am a disciple of the Sage of Shangqing. I have come today to save your life."

"Oh?"

"Save my life?"

The Xuan Turtle was delighted. Although it could not leave the Northern Sea, it was confident that no one in the primordial world could harm it.

Furthermore, he cultivated in the Northern Darkness Land, accumulating supreme merit. Even if a saint were to kill him, he might still fall from his saintly position.

In other words, he, the Xuan Turtle, was invincible in the prehistoric world, although he was limited to staying in the Northern Sea.

But it's definitely not to the point where I need someone to save my life.

The Xuan Turtle waved its hand, "I don't need anyone's help. Considering you are a disciple of a sage, I won't harm you. You should leave quickly."

The black tortoise was just sleeping when it was suddenly awakened and became very angry.

Logically, he should have swallowed the person who woke him up whole.

However, as a disciple of the sage's lineage, with the sage as his backing, he was neither afraid nor too lazy to offend the sage.

Zhao Gongming did not leave, but laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Xuan Gui is truly blinded by his own involvement. Haven't you realized that you are already facing a deadly calamity and are not far from your demise?"

"What do you mean by 'killing calamity'?"

(End of this chapter)