Primordial Era: Elixir of Qi Transforms into Form, Controlling the Pharmacology of the World

"Repel the mighty torrent, crush the divine beast torrent, what else is there? Bring it on!" Di Jiang shouted, gazing at the torrent, letting out a ferocious roar.

At that moment, the torrent surged and flowed backwards.

Dijiang strode forward, exuding unparalleled domineering power.

"Alas... Descendants of Pangu, retreat..."

Just then, a vast and ancient voice came from the past, lingering and echoing.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you blocking my way?" Dijiang asked in confusion.

"I don't know, I don't know... Since my birth, I have been ordered to sleep here and intercept the descendants of Pangu. All descendants of Pangu who want to enter the Great Dao River are my enemies. Retreat, even without entering the Great Dao River, you can still use the cultivation of the Primordial Chaos Realm." That ancient voice echoed, as if warning Dijiang, and also warning all living beings in the primordial world.

Upon hearing this, Dijiang's eyes flashed with fierce determination and fighting spirit: "So, the descendants of the Father God are intercepted? Is this why all the previous changes happened? However, I am a descendant of the Father God, and whoever dares to stop me, I will kill."

Dijiang didn't waste any words; he raised his hand and unleashed a killing move, a display of fighting spirit and the Great Dao.

"boom……"

In an instant, the two collided again, stirring up divine light and divine power.

It unleashes an endless torrent, shattering the vicissitudes of time.

Dijiang and the those who blocked the way fought for a long time.

As the killing progressed, Dijiang's murderous intent became extremely terrifying.

Another voice, brimming with a terrifying resentment and rage, cried out: "Roar... just how many descendants of the Father God have you destroyed?"

"I can't remember exactly. In the distant primordial world, the descendants of Pangu were scattered everywhere. They possessed unparalleled talent and unparalleled fortune, so they grew very quickly. In the end, as they grew, one by one they went against the current, wanting to achieve Hunyuan."

But most of them were intercepted and killed. Only one or two in each era are able to set foot on the Great Dao! The rest are reduced to Dao bones, buried in the torrent. They don't even have the chance to become the mark of the defeated.” The one who blocked the Dao said with a sense of desolation.

"Roar..." Dijiang roared upon hearing this, transforming into extreme killing intent. He was formed from the purest essence of the Father God, the purest direct descendant. He could feel that this long river was filled with the blood and bones of the Father God's descendants, as well as their endless resentment at being intercepted and killed.

Countless descendants of Pangu were killed here, each one filled with resentment and bitterness, and buried here.

With a deafening roar, Dijiang felt the resentment and murderous intent of countless brothers and sisters.

Therefore, Dijiang, driven by murderous intent, transformed it into countless battles that have raged for millennia, making it extremely terrifying.

With a wave of his hand, he can unleash the evolution of the heavens; with a flick of his hand, he can annihilate them. Treading upon countless paths, carrying the weight of slaughter, he unleashes a punch that transforms into a fleeting, breathtaking spectacle.

The one who blocked the way also raised his hand and attacked, transforming into endless time.

In that instant, the torrent was utterly destroyed and obliterated. Collisions shattered countless bones and flesh, leaving behind a bloody mess.

The power they displayed was far too vast, far surpassing the Primordial Chaos Realm. Presumably, the power displayed by the Primordial Chaos Realm must be just like this.

Their rivalry stirs up the turbulence of time, impacting the past and present, and destiny itself.

The battle lasted for an unknown period of time, but it was extremely brutal.

Despite his body being shattered several times, Dijiang was able to recover and resume his killing spree thanks to the resentment of the countless defeated descendants of Pangu hidden within the long river.

The head of the one who blocked the way was shattered several times, but it was gradually repaired by the Dao bones that could not be touched.

This battle was far too brutal, surpassing the killing power of a half-step Primordial Realm cultivator and reaching the level of a Primordial Realm cultivator. Although the beings of the primordial world today have little concept of the killing power of a Primordial Realm cultivator, that's how it is.

The great torrent was destroyed, and endless fates were altered.

In the end, Dijiang defeated this obstacle. He pulled the obstacle's head and body from the depths of the long river, and with boundless resentment and rage, utterly annihilated it.

His bones were shattered, reduced to ashes, and cast adrift in the long river of time. His head was used as a ball by Dijiang, kicked through the ages. His arms were torn apart, his flesh and blood becoming food for resentment…

In short, we must use all means to eliminate this obstacle.

As the people who witnessed this battle, and as Dijiang embarked on his final journey, fell silent for a long time.

As Dijiang traversed the long river of spatial greatness, the marks of those who had failed resurfaced, yet faced with such a ferocious figure, they all retreated.

"Descendants of Pangu, formed from his essence and blood, can be considered direct descendants. Defeating those who obstruct the Dao, impressive..." The mark of the loser of the Great Dao of Space sighed.

Dijiang ignored them, his own bloodthirsty aura instilling fear in these defeated ones.

When Dijiang stands on the edge, taking a step forward will lead to the creation of Hunyuan.

At that moment, an ancient aura spread out, sweeping across the river of space: "Another descendant has come along. Has he already gone far in proving his Dao through the Great Dao of Space? Moreover, he is a descendant of Pangu. Reaching this point has not been easy. Let's go, abandon everything, and start over."

These words silenced Dijiang, who had just stepped into the long river of spatial energy, and he was then blasted away by the surging spatial water.

Dijiang had no chance to resist, no chance to cry out, before he was swept away by the surging water. He was carried downstream by the torrent, falling into the primordial chaos…

With a deafening roar, the rapidly flying figure fell from the Great Dao River into the primordial chaos of Buzhou.

That figure was Dijiang. He descended at lightning speed, shattering the Eternal Mountain Range and causing the entire Buzhou Land to tremble.

The earth caved in, stones scattered, and the resulting light rippled and danced.

At the heart of the depression lies Dijiang, a bloody, shapeless Dijiang.

Dijiang has now regained his human form.

It was beyond repair; its bones were shattered, its organs had long since exploded, and it seemed to have turned into a pulp. If it weren't for the terrifying vitality of the Ancestral Witch, Dijiang would have perished long ago.

"Big brother..." Zhu Jiuyin was extremely anxious and rushed over.

Zhu Rong and the others were the same, all shouting, "Big brother, how could this happen? Quickly send him to the Ancestral Witch Temple..."

Houtu also began to operate, drawing upon the creation of the earth and surging into Dijiang's body.

Jumang transformed into the true form of the Great Dao, drawing upon the primordial vitality and channeling it into Dijiang's body.

The entire Wu clan was shaken by the news. Looking at the severely injured Dijiang, they were filled with resentment, but they didn't know what to do.

Ling Dan gazed at this scene, her heart filled with complex emotions.

This breakthrough of Dijiang into the Hunyuan realm has brought about too many variables and too many changes.

Before Ling Dan could react, she saw Di Jiang being led into the Ancestral Witch Temple.

"Pass down the order: all members of the Wu clan who are outside, return to Buzhou Land." Xuanming's cold words carried a chilling aura throughout the entire Wu clan: "All clansmen, return! Martial law is hereby declared in Buzhou Land. Anyone who is not of our Wu clan, if they take a step closer, will be killed without mercy."

The words of Xuanming were passed down to the Wu tribe and also to the primordial world.

Countless powerful individuals and countless races dared not act recklessly.

……

Inside the Ancestral Witch Temple.

"Cough cough..." Di Jiang coughed up blood, his whole body radiating a sense of weakness: "The Witch Clan, the Witch Clan... are gone..."

"Brother... don't rush, speak slowly." Zhu Rong was also worried.

Zhu Jiuyin then said, "Brother, don't say anything. I know what you mean. There haven't been many changes inside or outside the Wu Clan, and there's no danger. Other races don't dare to provoke our Wu Clan, and the entire prehistoric world has remained peaceful as you've demonstrated your power."

"Cough cough... That's good, that's good..." Dijiang said again, and he was much better now.

"Brother... your healing is the priority now. With the remaining life energy of Father God, you can definitely be completely healed," Jumang said anxiously.

Dijiang nodded, absorbing a great deal of life energy to repair himself and dissipate his physical cultivation.

This cycle repeated for tens of thousands of years, and Dijiang's physical body, which was at the peak of the half-step Hunyuan realm, dropped by one level before he recovered to about 70-80%.

……

Years later.

The martial law in Buzhou was gradually lifted.

Numerous witch tribes invaded the vast wilderness.

This time, many of the Wu tribes have changed their ways, seemingly engulfed in a reign of terror and strife. They are waging war against the remaining races scattered throughout the prehistoric world, as well as powerful rogue cultivators. This has turned the once peaceful prehistoric world into a bustling place.

However, this liveliness was actually chaos.

The actions of the Wu Clan baffled many powerful figures. However, considering the cultivation level displayed by Di Jiang as he went against the current, none of them dared to say anything.

However, Ling Dan, being within the Witch Clan, naturally understood what the Witch Clan was thinking.

"Now that things have come to this, we can only hope that we can find a way to break through this bottleneck through this method." Houtu said in a low voice, sounding somewhat dejected.

"Using war to sustain war, while a good way for the Wu Clan who cultivate their physical bodies to become stronger, ultimately has too many limitations." Ling Dan gazed at his wife, unsure of what to say.

In short, the Wu tribe embarked on a path of absolute dominance. One pursued the limits, sought the likes of Pangu, and sought to prove the Dao through force.

Ling Dan was well aware of the difficulty of this path, knew that it was not an easy one, and understood even more clearly that it might be a road of no return.

Ling Dan could say nothing and found it difficult to offer any comfort.

Years later, Ling Dan passed away.

Houtu, who had always been by Lingdan's side, did not leave. Now, the entire Wu tribe was in a state of constant warfare. She had to stay and watch her people grow stronger.

Ling Dan understood and was clear about this, so she chose to leave.

Years later, Ling Dan wandered the prehistoric world and came to Kunlun again.

However, after looking east and west, Ling Dan ultimately did not choose to return to East Kunlun, but instead flew towards West Kunlun.

However, upon approaching, she hesitated somewhat. After all, Ling Dan's marriage to Hou Tu had created a somewhat awkward relationship with the Queen Mother of the West.

Although Ling Dan was fully aware of the Queen Mother of the West's feelings for her, she did not give a definite answer before marrying Houtu, which was somewhat of a betrayal.

As Ling Dan hesitated, a gentle voice came: "What... after marrying Houtu, you dare not come to my Xikunlun? You've already come to the gates of Xikunlun, yet you dare not go in?"

"Sister Queen Mother, you're back?" Ling Dan looked delighted upon hearing the voice.

"I'm back. I returned from Nuwa Palace a long time ago." The figure of the Queen Mother of the West strolled out from the cloud palace, serene and elegant as jade, with black hair like a waterfall. All the beauty in the world could hardly describe her.

She approached Yang slowly, her eyes filled with tenderness and a hint of longing.

Ling Dan looked at her, feeling a pang of emotion. Unable to restrain herself, she slowly walked over and said, "Sister Queen Mother, I..."

In that instant, Ling Dan had so much to say, but she couldn't utter a word. Unlike when she was younger, she couldn't say whatever she wanted.

The Queen Mother of the West smiled gently as she looked at Ling Dan, saying nothing more. She approached him and tidied his disheveled hair, saying, "Don't say anything, your sister knows everything. Over the years, you've grown up, but you can't seem to regain the joy you once had."

With a gentle smile, the Queen Mother of the West led Ling Dan into the Cloud Court.

Ling Dan followed her into the Cloud Court. Looking at the familiar palace and the familiar maids, she suddenly felt a sense of warmth.

It's like finding a place to stay again, or rather, finding a home.