Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

But the consumption is enormous.

While his righteous spirit can keep him at his peak, that refers to the peak of his mind and physical condition, not his boundless magical power.

The total amount of magical power of a Primordial Golden Immortal in the early stages is ultimately limited.

Each clash with the three Quasi-Saints was a huge drain on his mana reserves.

Every swing of the Primordial Measuring Ruler, every condensation of the Righteous Qi.

Every breath that the Merit and Profound Yellow Dharma Image maintains draws upon his magical power.

The illusory image of merit and virtue slowly rotated behind him, continuously transforming the accumulated fortune and merit into a source of magical power.

Golden light of merit flowed into his dantian like a stream, while purple luck flowed along his meridians, repairing the emptiness left by the depletion of his magical power.

However, the rate of consumption still exceeds the rate of replenishment.

The attacks from the three quasi-saints were too fierce; several attacks came at the same time every breath, and he had to constantly expend his mana to deal with them.

He needs time.

But he didn't know how long it would take for the Twelve Ancestral Witches to arrive.

Even if Dijiang used his spatial abilities to travel at full speed, it would still take him some time to get from Buzhou Mountain to the Immortal Volcano.

He had to hold on by himself until reinforcements arrived.

At the same time, the Treasure-Dropping Coin was slowly rotating inside the dantian.

It was an ancient copper coin, round on the outside and square on the inside, with a pair of small wings growing from its edge.

Its wings fluttered gently, each flap creating a faint golden ripple. The fundamental principle of the Treasure Falling Coin is "transaction".

Bartering, exchanging force for force, exchanging cost for result.

In the face of the rules of trading, nothing in the world is unchangeable; it all depends on what price you are willing to pay.

The power of the trading rules, like an invisible thread, continuously absorbed the power of merit and fortune within Pan Xuan's body under his deliberate guidance.

The accumulated merit of the Xuanhuang Dharma Image is like a golden stream, continuously flowing into the Falling Treasure Coins.

With each act of merit, the rust on the coins peels away a little, revealing the ancient and profound metallic luster beneath.

The power of fortune transforms into purple light threads, which wrap around the square hole of the coin. The purple light flows along the edge of the hole, forming tiny fortune runes.

Pan Xuan did not rush to make a move.

He knew very well that the Chaos Bell was a supreme treasure from the creation of the world.

With the cultivation level of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint, Taiyi could activate the Chaos Bell, whose power was enough to shatter stars and crush the void.

Even with the Primordial Measuring Ruler in hand, he would have almost no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.

So he wasn't in a hurry.

He simply kept pouring merit and good fortune into the coin, allowing the power of the trading principles to accumulate and compress within the coin.

The more merit one accumulates, the more weight one carries in the trading rules; the greater one's fortune, the stronger the penetrating power of the trading rules.

Merit is the fruit of good deeds accumulated by the Wu tribe over countless years on the primordial land.

Every act of merit accumulated is settled within the profound and mysterious Dharma image of merit, which at this moment transforms into a bargaining chip.

Luck is the blessing of the rank of the chief god of the Wu tribe, the brotherhood of the twelve ancestral witches, and the torrent of fortune he accumulated over countless years of wandering in the primordial world.

At this moment, these intangible forces have all transformed into tangible transaction capital within the Treasure Coins.

Once these two forces have accumulated to a sufficient degree, the trading rules of Luobao Money will reach a critical point of qualitative change.

At that time, this will be combined with the suppression of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Dijiang's spatial blockade, Zhujiuyin's time stagnation, and Houtu's earth power.

The Chaos Bell is not impossible to drop.

Using merit as the price, fortune as the contract, and the rules of exchange as the bridge, he wanted to "buy" the Chaos Bell from Taiyi.

Taiyi's Chaos Bell struck again.

This time, Taiyi used the primal power of the Chaos Bell, and the bell's sound was no longer just a sound wave.

Instead, it transformed into a pillar of chaotic light, containing the lingering essence of the chaotic laws from the very beginning of creation.

Where the beam of light passed, space collapsed inch by inch, revealing dark void cracks below.

Pan Xuan wielded the measuring ruler to block.

All the Xuanhuang merit talismans on the ruler lit up, their purple-gold light as dazzling as the sun. The bell rang and the ruler's light collided, and the purple-gold light and the pillar of chaos exploded in mid-air.

A mushroom-shaped shock cloud rose from the center of the explosion, and the shockwave tore apart all the clouds within a radius of tens of thousands of miles. Even the Nirvana Fire Barrier on the summit of the Undying Volcano trembled slightly.

Pan Xuan retreated rapidly, the rocks beneath his feet cracking inch by inch.

The crimson rock layer beneath his feet crumbled and collapsed, revealing the surging magma below.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, but with the circulation of his righteous energy, his injuries were instantly suppressed.

He steadied himself and scanned the battlefield with his eyes.

Di Jun is adjusting the positions of the Hetu and Luoshu in preparation for the next, even larger blockade.

Taiyi formed hand seals, and the chaotic runes on the Chaos Bell lit up again, even more intensely than before.

The true form of the Kunpeng hovered in the sky, gathering its strength to launch a full-force attack.

The three worked together more and more seamlessly, and their offensive became increasingly fierce.

Pan Xuan took a deep breath, silently calculating the time in his mind.

From the start of the battle until now, not much time has actually passed.

Perhaps only a hundred breaths, perhaps even less.

But under such intense siege, every breath felt as long as an hour.

His magical power has been more than half depleted, and the transformation speed of the Merit Profound Yellow Dharma Form is gradually falling behind the rate of consumption.

He can only hold on for a little longer before he runs out of mana.

But the Fallen Treasure Coin was still silently accumulating power in his dantian.

Merit flows like a stream, and fortune flows like silkworm threads, continuously pouring into that ancient copper coin.

The wings on the edge of the coin flapped faster and faster, the luck runes around the square hole became denser and denser, and a faint golden halo began to appear on the surface of the coin.

The halo was faint, yet it contained the power of an irreversible trading principle.

Like a dormant dragon, waiting for the moment to break free from the abyss.

Deep within the barrier of the Undying Volcano, Yuan Feng stood atop the highest branch of the Wutong Divine Tree, her phoenix eyes piercing through the pale red light curtain, taking in the entire battle situation outside the mountain.

Each time the Chaos Bell rang out, it caused the leaves of the Wutong Divine Tree to tremble slightly.

Pan Xuan was struggling to hold on amidst the three's attack. Although he managed to hold on with his righteous energy and the Primordial Measuring Ruler, it was clear to everyone that he couldn't last much longer.

Yuan Feng's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

The Phoenix Clan has agreed to the Witch Clan's conditions and will join the divine system.

Pan Xuan's visit is to confer divine titles upon the Phoenix Clan. He is a guest of the Phoenix Clan and, more importantly, a future ally.

Now that their allies are being besieged outside the mountain gates, the Phoenix Clan is simply standing by and doing nothing, which is utterly unacceptable.

But she couldn't get out.

After the great calamity of Longhan, she swore an oath to the Great Dao to forever guard the immortal volcano in the south.

This oath, like the First Dragon's "Eternally Guarding the Four Seas" and the First Qilin's "Eternally Guarding the Earth," is a cause and effect witnessed by the Great Dao.

The reason why the First Dragon was able to leave the sea eye for a short time was because he had just obtained the position of the Primordial Water God. Under the blessing of the divine authority, the constraints of the Great Dao Oath were loosened a bit.

However, her divine position has not yet been officially conferred, and the constraints of the Great Dao Oath remain intact. If she were to step out of the Undying Volcano, she would be breaking the oath.

"Azure Phoenix, Fire Phoenix." Yuan Feng's voice echoed from the Wutong Divine Tree.

Two streaks of light flew out from deep within the tree canopy and landed in front of her.

Qingluan wore a green dress, surrounded by a light blue aura of wind. She was the fastest among the Phoenix Clan, and could travel 90,000 miles with a single flap of her wings.

Fire Phoenix, clad in crimson armor and surrounded by raging flames, is the second-best warrior in the Phoenix Clan after Yuan Phoenix, with a fiery and unyielding personality.

Both of them were at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Yuan Feng opened her palm, and a fist-sized, crimson-gold pearl floated in her palm.

The pearl was crystal clear, with a flame of rebirth burning quietly inside, emanating an ancient and gentle aura.

This is the Yuanfeng Pearl, crafted by Yuanfeng using her own Nirvana Fire and the essence of countless years of phoenix trees, containing her primordial power.

Although it is not a naturally occurring treasure, it possesses unique protective abilities.

The holder of the pearl can borrow the power of the phoenix's rebirth in times of crisis and be reborn from the ashes in dire straits.

"I will take my Yuanfeng Pearl and go down the mountain to lend a helping hand to Fellow Daoist Panxuan."

Yuan Feng's voice returned to its usual composure, "The Kunpeng's true form is enormous. The Qingluan uses the wind to disrupt its vision, while the Huofeng uses the fire of Nirvana to attack its vital points."

"There's no need for a direct confrontation. Just hold off Kunpeng and allow Fellow Daoist Panxuan to maintain his footing."

Qingluan took the Yuanfeng Pearl, exchanged a glance with Huofeng, and said in unison, "As you command."

Two streaks of light shot into the sky from the sacred parasol tree, passed through the Nirvana Fire barrier, and flew out of the Immortal Volcano.

With a flap of its wings, the Azure Phoenix unleashed a vast expanse of azure wind, which swept towards the direction of the Kunpeng's true form like countless invisible blades.

The fire phoenix followed closely behind, its body ablaze with the flames of rebirth, which transformed into a crimson pillar of fire that hurtled straight towards the base of the Kunpeng's right wing.

That was one of the weakest points in Kunpeng's true form.

The Kunpeng was swooping down in its true form, its sharp claws tearing through the air as it fiercely grabbed at Pan Xuan.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose behind him, and countless cyan wind blades slashed at his broad back. Although they failed to break through his Hunyuan-level physical defense, they did cause him to pause slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a blazing pillar of fire attacked from the side, striking him precisely at the base of his right wing. The intense heat of the Nirvana Fire caused him to groan and instinctively dodge to the side.

"The Phoenix Clan?" Kunpeng's true form circled in the air, a sinister glint flashing in its enormous eyes.

The situation he least wanted to see did indeed happen.

The Phoenix Clan has sided with the Witch Clan.