The Primordial Era: Starting with Becoming a Disciple of the Queen Mother of the West

Chapter 126 Demon God's Essence Blood

The Purple Gold Pagoda hangs above Xuan Yao's head, cascading down layers of purple gold light.

The radiant light was upright and majestic, naturally possessing the power to suppress evil and subdue filth, keeping all the dark gray curse mist swirling around it three feet away.

Xuan Yao stood at the foot of the tower, taking advantage of this brief moment to calm his mind, and looked up at the churning phantom of the demon god in front of him.

He knew perfectly well that although the remnant of the chaotic demon god before him was extremely weak and even its physical body was difficult to reassemble, its essence was still there.

After all, it was a being that once fought against Pangu in the chaos. Even if only a drop of essence blood and a wisp of evil thought remained, it was not something that he could easily confront now.

With his cultivation at the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, if he only relied on the Linglong Pagoda to hold on and fought the opponent from a distance to exhaust his magic power, he would most likely lose.

Ultimately, although the Purple Gold Exquisite Pagoda is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, he has not yet had time to refine it, and it is currently just the treasure protecting its owner on its own.

As the spiritual light within the tower gradually fades and the overwhelming cursed mist presses down, he will have no way to retreat.

Therefore, in this game, the chance of survival lies not in defense, but in offense.

Xuan Yao's gaze sharpened, piercing through the layers of cursed mist to focus on the deepest part of the demon god's phantom.

Within the core of the illusory figure, a drop of dark red essence blood hung suspended, deep and gloomy, as if lurking with endless resentment and poison.

That was the last refuge of the demon god's lingering resentment, and also the root of the curse power here.

Once this blood is destroyed, this lingering resentment will dissipate.

As the thought crossed his mind, a fierce glint flashed in Xuan Yao's eyes.

He cultivates the path of virtue and fortune, and is always cautious in his actions. He would not easily take risks unless he is confident in his abilities.

But now that he's faced a life-or-death situation, and there's really no way to retreat, the ferocity in his bones can no longer be suppressed.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Yin-Yang Water and Fire Guardian General suddenly opened his eyes.

Beneath the divine general's seat, a ferocious beast spirit, suppressed deep within the spiritual platform by the Five Elements Chains, seemed to sense its master's intentions. It immediately raised its head and roared, shaking the sea of ​​consciousness.

This beast was obtained by Xuan Yao from an ancient cave in the Southern Wilderness in his early years, and its true spirit contains a wisp of extremely pure law of destruction.

Normally, fearing its ferocity would backfire, he would use the five elements of Nanming Li Fire and innate Ren Water as chains to bind it tightly, not daring to loosen its grip even slightly.

But this time, he didn't care.

In the blink of an eye, all five chains were released.

But then, a series of cracking sounds rang out, and the chains crumbled inch by inch.

The ancient ferocious beast's true spirit was no longer restrained and immediately burst out of the spiritual platform like a tiger released from its cage.

A black and gold vertical line appeared between Xuan Yao's brows, and a dark gray, ferocious beast phantom wrapped in rolling evil energy suddenly pounced out from his sea of ​​consciousness.

The ferocious beast swelled with the wind, instantly transforming into a thousand-foot-tall creature, crashing straight into the thick fog of curses that permeated the surroundings.

On one side is the evil power of the curse left behind by the Chaos God.

On one side is the purest destructive force among the ancient ferocious beasts' true spirits.

The two equally ferocious forces collided violently in this desolate void the moment they met.

In an instant, the void trembled, and the chaotic currents collapsed in all directions.

Although the Great Luo Beast lacked intelligence, the more so, the less restraint it displayed. Driven solely by its destructive instincts, it rampaged recklessly, making it the most difficult to stop.

The lingering remnant of the cursed demon god was already weak, and when it was met head-on, it was immediately scattered and mostly dispersed.

The originally dense, almost tangible dark gray phantom was forcibly torn open.

Deep within the gap, the drop of dark red essence blood was no longer concealed, hanging alone in the void.

Xuan Yao had been waiting for this very moment.

Without further hesitation, the Black Tiger bloodline dormant within him for many years suddenly surged forth. A black-gold aura of malevolence erupted from his body, illuminating the dim and chaotic surroundings.

Immediately, a tiger's roar shook the void, and Xuan Yao's body swelled up, his muscles and bones creaking.

In the blink of an eye, he had shed his Taoist form and revealed his true form as a black tiger, which he had not fully displayed for a long time.

The black tiger was entirely black, enormous like a mountain, with a cold, hard golden light faintly flowing between its fur.

He has a pale gold royal mark on his forehead, which gives him an air of majesty.

A pair of dark golden tiger eyes blazed like lamps, illuminating a chilling ferocity in the chaos.

This is Xuan Yao's truest form.

A strange tiger born in the primordial wilderness and raised in the western Kunlun Mountains.

With a stomp of its four paws, the void beneath its feet shattered.

Its massive body transformed into a streak of black and gold lightning, plunging straight into the depths of the demon god's phantom through the gap torn open by the beast's true spirit.

The remaining cursed mist around him immediately surged forth, trying to stop him.

However, Xuan Yao's body was surrounded by a mixture of pure and auspicious energy and his innate auspicious energy, which protected his physical body. He actually managed to break through the corrosive force and create a path.

In the blink of an eye, he had already approached the drop of dark red blood essence.

The black tiger opened its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, and swallowed it whole.

The moment the essence and blood entered the body, everything seemed to fall silent.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, excruciating pain exploded from all the acupoints on Xuan Yao's body.

That was no longer ordinary physical pain, but a backlash from the laws of nature, striking at the very root of the problem.

Although only a remnant of the cursed demon god's blood essence remained, the curse laws contained within were terrifyingly pure, and would manifest immediately upon entering the body.

Dark red runes emerged from beneath his fur, twisting and writhing like insects and snakes, exuding an indescribable sinister and malevolent aura.

Wherever the runes passed, the power of the curse seeped into flesh and blood, corroding meridians and veins, and then, following the flow of magical power, went straight for the primordial spirit.

Dark red cursed blood gradually seeped from beneath the black tiger's fur.

That kind of pain is both intense, like tearing bones and marrow apart, and insidious, like a piercing wound. If it were an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal, their Dao heart would probably collapse in an instant.

Even the Yin-Yang Water and Fire Guardian Generals in the sea of ​​consciousness were affected by this curse, their armor swaying and faintly showing signs of filth.

Xuan Yao's massive tiger body rolled endlessly in the chaos, emitting low roars from its throat.

But in his dark golden tiger eyes, there was no sign of retreat; on the contrary, he became even more ferocious.

He knew in his heart that physical damage could be repaired, and broken meridians might not be beyond saving, but once the spiritual platform was lost and the primordial spirit was defiled, there would be no way to recover.

At that time, he would not refine the essence blood, but would become the vessel for this wisp of demon god's remnant will to be reborn.

At the critical moment of life and death, Xuan Yao's accumulated strength over the years finally came to the fore.

The purple-gold pagoda hanging outside seemed to sense something, transforming into a stream of light that went straight into his brow and settled above his spiritual platform.

All forty-three innate restrictions activated simultaneously, and layers of purple-gold light descended, protecting the spiritual platform completely.

No matter how fierce the curse power crashes against it, it can never cross this barrier.

At the same time, within Xuan Yao's dantian and dantian, the five energies of Taiyi circulated rapidly.

At this point, he no longer held back, mobilizing all the purest and most refined Qi of virtue within his body, and also activating the merit soil he had refined in his early years.

The pure energy of virtue is most effective in dispelling disasters and resolving difficulties.

Merit and Virtue Soil is transformed from the merits of creation and is specifically designed to suppress evil and wicked karma.

As soon as the two forces moved, they immediately traveled along the meridians throughout the body, colliding head-on with the rampant power of the curse.

The power of the curse erodes flesh and blood, while the pure energy of virtue washes away the filth inch by inch.

The curse runes tried to distort the meridians, but the merit-based soil pressed down heavily, suppressing them.

In an instant, Xuan Yao's physical body became a battlefield.

The inner magical power surged, the runes flowed, and the pure energy and the power of incantation collided back and forth.

Each collision felt like tearing a gash between the muscles, bones, and internal organs.

But Xuan Yao stubbornly held on with all his might, preventing his spiritual platform from collapsing and preventing that drop of essence blood from taking over.

After a long stalemate, as the pure energy of blessings and the soil of merit continued to dissipate, the violent will hidden within that drop of essence blood finally weakened little by little.

At that moment, with the protection of the Linglong Pagoda, Xuan Yao's primordial spirit peered through layers of precious light and glimpsed the remnants of the past within the drop of essence blood that was gradually being refined.

In an instant, countless fragmented images swept across the sea of ​​consciousness.

There is the vast and desolate silence of the primordial chaos, and the fierce battles when three thousand demons blocked the way.

And the owner of this drop of essence blood was indeed the cursed demon god from the great calamity of creation.

Among the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, this demon god might not be among the top few in a direct confrontation.

However, when it comes to insidious and cunning tactics, they are absolutely top-notch.

The curse law it wields does not value the physical body or rely on brute force; it excels at infringing upon cause and effect, corrupting fortune, and disrupting destiny, making it truly impossible to guard against.

It was struck by Pangu's axe, its physical body and primordial spirit shattered, and it should have returned to chaos.

But just before its demise, this fiend managed to gather its last wisp of resentment and primordial laws, hiding them within this drop of essence blood.

Later, this drop of essence blood drifted with the chaotic energy and somehow embedded itself in a broken fragment of chaos.

Over time, that fragment evolved into the Phoenix and Unicorn Immortal Continent, which remained hidden deep within the East Sea for many years, thus avoiding the influence of the primordial Heavenly Dao.

For many years, it has eked out a living by relying on the innate spiritual energy accumulated in the Immortal Continent, until the Immortal Continent was born today, and it has been awakened once again.

Thinking about this, Xuan Yao understood even more clearly.

If it weren't for the Purple Gold Exquisite Pagoda guarding his true spirit and the Merit Soil stabilizing his foundation, an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal would probably have had his primordial spirit corrupted and his true spirit erased the moment he swallowed this blood, let alone refine it.

Now that he knew its origins, Xuan Yao calmed down.

This blood, though dangerous, is also a trace of the Dao left behind by the Chaos Demon God.

If one can completely refine it, one might be able to glean some of the laws of curse from it, and even touch the threshold of the Great Luo realm.

Therefore, this incident was both a calamity and an opportunity.

As the saying goes, fortune and misfortune are intertwined; whether he can overcome them depends on his own fate.