Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

Chapter 78 Yuanshi leads his disciples to Buzhou Mountain to demand spiritual treasures

Time flies.

The destruction of the Celestial Court did not cause the slightest ripple among the top beings in the primordial world.

Those innate deities who left Buzhou Mountain mostly made further progress in their cultivation because they balanced work and rest.

Nuwa and Houtu originally ate as they walked, but later they would occasionally frown and ponder.

Especially Houtu, the roasted meat in her hands didn't seem to taste good anymore, and sometimes she would even get distracted while holding the roasted meat.

Tongtian placed his four newly accepted disciples in Pangu Mausoleum, taught them cultivation techniques, and then left Buzhou Mountain again for the East Sea.

There was a fairy island there, given to him by his uncle, and it seemed that the fairy island of Yingzhou, which his uncle had asked the dragon clan to find, was also on the horizon.

He needs to go over and help his uncle receive it.

It can also be considered a trip.

Wang Shu awoke from her seclusion, having gathered her harvest, and had fully entered the realm of the first level of the Primordial Golden Immortal.

Many more years have passed.

On this day, an old Taoist priest with an air of otherworldly wisdom arrived from the east.

"Finally, the three corpses have been severed."

I feel much more relaxed.

Without Yuanshi's interference, his cultivation progressed rapidly.

"Now, I should be the number one Quasi-Saint, right? I can travel around the prehistoric world now, but I still need to be careful of Mount Buzhou."

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The thought of that so-called uncle makes me feel annoyed.

Nobody wants to have another ancestor on their head.

Lao Tzu deliberately bypassed Buzhou Mountain to find a suitable place for his Daoist practice.

The location of the temple is very important. Since he is going to become a saint, the temple must be able to bear the saint's fortune.

Otherwise, he would have to join Hongjun in the chaos.

He naturally wanted to stay in the prehistoric world.

But such places are rare even in the wild.

As Lao Tzu passed a mountain, he paused briefly.

"Shouyang Mountain?"

Lao Tzu felt that this mountain had a strange attraction to him.

So he went forward to investigate, and a thousand years later he shook his head and left.

"This mountain is not enough to support my path to sainthood."

Lao Tzu continued his journey across the continent, not only searching for the site but also seeking the method of unifying the three corpses.

"I already possess the Primordial Purple Qi; I only need to merge my three corpses to become a saint."

Thinking of this, Lao Tzu became extremely excited.

Only after becoming a saint can he truly be invincible in the primordial world. He will not let go of any of those who have ever beaten him.

"But so far, there has been no sign of the three corpses I have severed reuniting."

Lao Tzu took a deep breath; this was also what made him anxious.

Even though I was just one step away from breaking through, it felt like an insurmountable chasm, and I couldn't feel even the slightest sense of progress.

"Perhaps because we just dismembered the corpse, there's no rush."

In the East China Sea, there is an island shaped like a golden turtle, shrouded in ethereal mist.

At a certain moment, an astonishing aura suddenly erupted.

"Hahaha, this place is my blessed land."

Tongtian rises like a sharp sword, piercing through the vast sea of ​​clouds.

"I never expected that I would break through to the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm here."

During his trip to the East China Sea, he visited Fangzhang Island, which his uncle had given him, and then went to receive Yingzhou Island.

On the way back, we stumbled upon Jin'ao Island.

Unexpectedly, a flash of inspiration occurred here, and years of accumulated knowledge were suddenly integrated into a single understanding.

The next step is to master the laws.

"Golden islands and silver islands are not as good as my own little turtle island."

"If I leave Buzhou Mountain in the future, Jin'ao Island can be my training ground. Fangzhang Island can be returned to my uncle for him to use for vacation. It is also close to my Jin'ao Island, which will make it convenient for me to fulfill my filial duties."

After mastering the Golden Turtle Island Grand Array, Tongtian was about to leave.

Suddenly I sensed something.

"Oh? Today is truly a joyous day for me."

The next moment, Tongtian's figure disappeared.

On the shores of the East China Sea, a monstrous dragon that was chasing a wisp of breeze and three clouds had its seven-inch mark pierced by a sharp blade, let out a miserable scream, and died.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the breeze transformed into a long-bearded Taoist priest, while three clouds transformed into three female immortals of different colors.

The four bowed down towards the empty East Sea.

"May I ask which senior came to your rescue?"

Undead volcano.

"Dao Ancestor, I entrust this to you."

Two eggs floated out from the endless karmic fire and landed in Qingyi's arms.

A phantom image of a phoenix stared at Qing Yi.

"Don't worry, I'll find them a good teacher."

"You will also have your day of escape."

Qingyi left the Undying Volcano with two eggs and two phoenix maidens who served Pangu's tombstone.

As for Shi Feng, in order to regain his freedom, he must go through the cycle of reincarnation.

But since the underworld had not yet emerged, it was not possible to do so.

As for these two eggs, they represent the future Kong Xuan and Dapeng.

This can be considered a gain for Qingyi this time. Putting aside Dapeng, Kong Xuan still has potential for development.

"Just give it to Tongtian."

Qingyi thought for a moment. Tongtian taught without discrimination, so he would be overjoyed to have such good disciples as the two of them.

Buzhou Mountain.

Inside Pangu's Mausoleum, seven figures were cleaning the area in front of Pangu's tombstone.

Tongtian and a group of ancestral witches drank wine and ate meat.

"How are my eight disciples?"

Tongtian looked smug. Zhao Gongming and the Three Immortals were accepted as outer disciples because they had already acquired skills before becoming disciples.

Zhu Rong gnawed on the meat and pursed his lips.

.

"He's not even a Great Luo Immortal. Look, you can't even wipe the dust off his tombstone."

The eight people who were cleaning were stunned for a moment, then blushed and continued to work hard with their heads down.

Duobao was on the verge of tears, experiencing both pain and joy.

Sometimes, it seems that being too much of a disciple is not a good thing.

This Pangu Tomb is filled with fragments of some kind of law; their cultivation levels are so high that they cannot even look at them, otherwise their primordial spirit will be damaged.

I've almost forgotten when I last looked up; I certainly don't dare to look up inside Pangu Mausoleum.

More importantly, it's true that their cultivation level is so high that even dust can't be wiped off.

Heaven knows who burned such a high-quality innate spiritual root; even the legendary Huangzhong Li was burned for the Great God Pangu.

The scattered dust is like Dao patterns, which need to be polished away little by little with magic power.

But it's all worth it, just so that when I travel through the prehistoric world in the future, I can say that I am the true successor of the prehistoric world.

Moreover, they had never even met their great-uncle, who was said to be a contemporary of Pangu.

"Report!"

Just then, a high priest ran in.

"Master Tongtian, a visitor has come to pay his respects. He says he knows you. I think his name is something like Yuanshi. He also brought eight disciples with him."

"Oh?"

Tongtian was taken aback. "What is Yuanshi doing here?"

He then got up and walked outside.

Not at the foot of the mountain.

Yuanshi brought his seven newly accepted disciples, plus the Antarctic Immortal, making a total of nine people.

At this moment, Yuanshi exuded the aura of a late-stage Quasi-Saint.

He was later than Lao Tzu, but he also severed the three corpses.

"You'll all remember what I told you later."

Yuanshi instructed his disciples.

"Yes, please rest assured, teacher. I have had them practice many times in Kunlun Mountain."

The Old Man of the South Pole replied, then glanced at the restless figure behind him.

"Guang Chengzi, do you have any objections?"

Guang Chengzi hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Senior brother, this is Buzhou Mountain! Is it really okay for us to cry and wail?"

Antarctica glanced at Yuanshi's expression, then turned back and scolded, "Do as I say. Do you think your teacher would harm you?"

"Yes."

Guang Chengzi dared not have any further objections.

The Old Man of the South Pole then continued, "Remember, only those who cry the most will receive something."

This is Yuan Shi's plan, Uncle?

I do not acknowledge it, nor can I lower my head to beg for Lingbao.

But the disciple can.

In short, whatever Tongtian has, Yuanshi must also have.

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