Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

"Buzz—"

With a soft sound, the Qiankun Cauldron flew out of Chen Qing's body and hovered above his head. The light of creation cascaded down like a waterfall, protecting his entire body completely.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Qing grabbed the foot of the cauldron, and at the same time, the apricot-yellow flag unfolded around him, with ten thousand golden flowers blooming layer by layer, intertwining with the light of creation of the Qiankun Cauldron to form a double defense.

With the protection of this precious treasure, one is immune to all evil.

Having such a treasure and not using it would be foolish. This is demon territory, Mount Buzhou is nearby, and the Heavenly Court is right above us. Who knows how many powerful demons are on their way? A swift victory is the best course of action.

"drink!"

With a soft shout, Chen Qing leaped into the air, swung the large cauldron high in his hand, and slammed it down hard on Ying Zhao.

Although the Qiankun Cauldron is a supreme treasure for refining weapons, as a primordial treasure, its material and weight make it an unparalleled weapon.

The force of this smash, carrying the weight of the Qiankun Cauldron itself and Chen Qing's profound magical power, was astonishing.

Yingzhao's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly urged his halberd to meet the attack.

The moment the two treasures collided—

"boom!"

The halberd crumbled at the first touch, flying away like a straw.

Yingzhao felt an overwhelming force coming through the spirit treasure, causing his tiger's mouth to split open, his arm to go numb, and his whole body to fly backward involuntarily.

He barely managed to steady himself, grabbed the halberd that had been sent flying back, and his gaze fell on the large cauldron above Chen Qing's head. Feeling the unique and vast aura of that innate treasure, his lips couldn't help but feel a little dry.

Innate Treasure!

Although he was a demon saint of the demon race with profound cultivation, he only possessed a high-grade innate spiritual treasure.

Compared to innate treasures, the difference in spiritual treasures is simply too great.

Moreover, the young man's magical power was ridiculously strong, not at all like the level of an early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released. Ying Zhao gritted his teeth, and all his magical power surged into his halberd, holding it horizontally in front of him in an attempt to block the attack.

"boom--"

Another loud bang.

Yingzhao was transformed into a streak of light and was violently sent flying.

His body, like a cannonball, crashed into a mountain—the mountain collapsed with a deafening roar, sending rocks flying everywhere. His momentum didn't diminish; he smashed into two more mountains before finally coming to a stop.

"puff--"

Ying Zhao coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed amidst the rubble, his face deathly pale and his breath weak. His halberd lay to the side, its spiritual light dimmed, clearly indicating that he too had suffered a severe injury.

one move.

Just one move.

A dignified demon saint of the demon race, with the cultivation of a quasi-saint in the early stage, was actually defeated by a young man in the early stage of a golden immortal in one move, leaving him powerless to fight back.

In the distance, the demon soldiers who had kept their distance were completely dumbfounded.

They all gaped, their eyes wide, their faces filled with disbelief.

In their hearts, the Demon Saint is an invincible being and one of the most powerful forces in the demon race.

But today, they witnessed their invincible demon saint being defeated in one move by an unknown young Taoist priest, without any power to resist.

How...how is this possible?

A few clever little demons, sensing the danger, quietly turned around and slipped away in the chaos.

They knew that this level of battle was beyond their reach; staying here would only make them cannon fodder.

"Bang!"

The Qiankun Cauldron crashed down, creating a huge crater in the ground. Chen Qing, dressed in flowing white robes, stood atop the cauldron with his hands behind his back, looking down indifferently at Ying Zhao, who was coughing up blood.

His gaze was calm as still water, without smugness or mockery, only a faint indifference—as if he had just defeated nothing more than an ant, not worth his attention at all.

Yingzhao felt a chill run down her spine as she was looked at by that gaze.

He forced himself to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted, his voice trembling with fear, "I am the Heavenly Demon Saint, ordered by His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor. If you kill me, the Heavenly Emperor and Lord Donghuang will not let you off!"

Chen Qing's lips curled slightly into a disdainful smile. He looked up at the sky and said indifferently, "Oh? Is that so? Donghuang Taiyi?"

He spoke the last sentence towards the sky.

Although I didn't use the Great Dao to fight to the death in the previous battles, I did use the power of the Supreme Treasure.

With such a huge commotion, not to mention that this place is very close to the Heavenly Court, even the great powers in all parts of the prehistoric world, as long as their cultivation has reached the level of Quasi-Saint or above, should have sensed it, right?

Moreover, he did indeed sense a faint sense of threat here—a deep and unfathomable aura, hidden within the Thirty-Three Heavens above Mount Buzhou.

really.

The words had barely left his lips when a deep voice echoed from the void, carrying a chilling and imposing aura: "Daoist Chen Qing, do you really think I wouldn't dare to touch you?"

Before the words had even finished, the space not far in front of Chen Qing distorted, and a man dressed in a magnificent robe slowly emerged from the space.

The long robe was embroidered with a three-legged golden crow, woven with gold thread, so lifelike that it seemed ready to take flight at any moment. The man was handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding an aura of domineering arrogance.

It was none other than the Eastern Emperor of the Demon Clan—Taiyi.

Above his head hung a small bell, its entire body a chaotic color, with patterns of the sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, and wind on its surface, radiating a terrifying aura that suppressed all heavens—the Chaos Bell, a supreme innate treasure.

Chen Qing looked at Taiyi without fear and said calmly, "You can try."

A flash of anger crossed Tai's eyes.

As the Eastern Emperor of the Demon Clan and one of the rulers of the Heavenly Court, when had he ever been so defied? Moreover, the one who defied him was a junior whose cultivation was far inferior to his.

But he did not act immediately.

He was indeed somewhat wary of Chen Qing.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Chen Qing himself—Chen Qing's cultivation was only at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, and even if he had a supreme treasure to protect him, he wouldn't take him seriously.

He possessed the Chaos Bell, and his cultivation was a whole major realm higher than Chen Qing's. If a fight were to break out, he was absolutely certain he could defeat his opponent.

What he truly feared were the three people behind Chen Qing.

Taiqing Laozi, the head of the Three Pure Ones, was the personally appointed disciple of Hongjun Daozu and a future sage. Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Tongtian were of one mind and shared the same fate, advancing and retreating together.

The Three Pure Ones, united as one, possess supreme treasures and boundless fortune. Even the powerful demon race, at the height of its power, is unwilling to provoke this force easily.

Moreover, Hongjun Daozu himself said that the Three Pure Ones would become sages. To be an enemy of a future sage—wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

But we can't just let this matter go.

He is the Eastern Emperor of the demon race. His subordinate, the Demon Saint, was severely injured, and this happened at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the stronghold of the demon race.

If this blatant slap in the face is not handled properly, what will become of the demon race's reputation? What will become of Donghuang Taiyi's prestige?

Taiyi's gaze swept back and forth between Chen Qing and Yingzhao in the ruins, his expression shifting between light and shadow as he weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Chen Qing glanced at Taiyi's hesitant expression and sneered inwardly. Too lazy to continue the standoff, he turned and prepared to leave.

However, he had just turned around—

"clang--"

A bell rang.

The bell wasn't loud, but it carried a power that suppressed everything, as if the entire world had frozen in that moment.

Chen Qing paused, turned around, and saw that the Chaos Bell above Taiyi's head had been gently shaking, and a melodious bell sound emanated from it, echoing between heaven and earth.

Chen Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of seriousness flashing in them.

Donghuang Taiyi possessed the cultivation of a mid-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal and the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, making him far superior to someone like Yingzhao. Even if they were to actually fight, he wasn't entirely confident of victory.

But to say I'm afraid wouldn't be an exaggeration.

The Qiankun Cauldron appeared directly beneath Chen Qing's feet, its light of creation enveloping his entire body.

As a supreme innate treasure, the Qiankun Cauldron's most powerful function is to restore one's original nature and refine all things, with its main purpose leaning towards weapon crafting. However, it is by no means weak as a defensive treasure. Taiyi's idea of ​​quickly defeating him with the Chaos Bell is wishful thinking.

"Taiyi, have you thought this through?" Chen Qing looked at Taiyi, his tone calm, even with a hint of a smile. "This is Buzhou Mountain. It's not just your demon race here—below the mountain, there's also the witch race."

He paused, his gaze sweeping towards Mount Buzhou, and said meaningfully, "If a real battle breaks out and the commotion gets too big, the Wu Clan won't let this opportunity pass. At that time, your Demon Clan won't be in a good place."

This statement hit Taiyi's weak spot.

The Witch Clan is the real threat to the Demon Clan.

The Lich and Demon races are engaged in a great war, with both sides evenly matched and neither daring to make a rash move.

If he and Chen Qing were to fight here, their treasures clashing, the commotion would be earth-shattering.

The ancestral witches of the witch clan aren't blind, how could they possibly miss this opportunity to take advantage of the chaos?

At that time, the demon race will be attacked from both sides, and the losses will be huge.

However, Taiyi did not stop.

In response to Chen Qing, an even louder bell tolled.

"clang--"

The bells tolled loudly, the universe shone brightly!

Wherever the bell tolled, space froze, time stood still, and everything was suppressed!

Within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, the demon soldiers who had not had time to escape were frozen in place, unable to move, their thoughts seemingly frozen as well.

The sound of the bell transformed into invisible ripples, sweeping towards Chen Qing.

However, when the bell's sound approached the Creation Light of the Qiankun Cauldron, it seemed to have encountered its nemesis. The Creation Light flickered slightly, and the bell's sound was absorbed into the cauldron, silently refined, and transformed into the most primordial energy, dissipating into nothingness.

It did not cause Chen Qing any harm.

Taiyi frowned slightly.

Chen Qing was not surprised at all. As two innate treasures, it would be a miracle if the Chaos Bell could break through the defenses of the Qiankun Cauldron.

Unless the two sides are vastly different in strength—but although Chen Qing is not as good as Taiyi in his understanding of the Great Dao, his magical power is ridiculously abundant. With 840 million microscopic worlds operating simultaneously, in terms of total magical power, he is in no way less than Taiyi. It is simply impossible for Taiyi to crush him with the Chaos Bell.

Chen Qing wasn't one to go down without fighting back. Although he knew that with his attack power, he probably wouldn't be able to break through Taiyi's tortoise shell, and the Chaos Bell's defense was also top-notch, whether he could break through it or not was one thing, and whether he would fight back was another.

Consider it a test of the Daoist principles.

With a wave of his hand, he instantly unleashed a powerful spatial spell.

Although he lacked the blessing of an innate spiritual treasure, the power he unleashed with his profound magical strength was still astonishing.

Suddenly, the space where Taiyi was located trembled violently. A visible crack appeared between that space and the surrounding primordial space, and it was rapidly separating.

Chen Qing intends to separate Taiyi from the primordial space, and then use the terrifying power of the primordial space's healing to squeeze and crush him. If this move succeeds, even with the Chaos Bell protecting him, Taiyi will not fare well.

You might not get hurt, but to come back you'll have to break through space, but after breaking through space, it's hard to say exactly where you'll end up.

"snort!"

Taiyi snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. He activated the Chaos Bell again and shook it gently.

"clang--"

As the bell rang, the separating space was instantly suppressed, the cracks stopped expanding, and the space stabilized again.

Chen Qing secretly regretted it, but didn't dwell on it. The Chaos Bell's ability to suppress the primordial spacetime was no joke. He hadn't expected this move to work anyway; he just wanted to test how effective his divine power would be against the Chaos Bell.

It seems that the effect has been minimal.

But at least, he didn't fall into a disadvantageous position.