"Why not use the Chaos Bell to seek out Nüwa?" Dijun asked in confusion. Under normal circumstances, Nüwa was more suitable for them.
Taiyi's eyes gleamed with an unusual light as he said calmly, "Nüwa already bears the title of saint of the Demon Race. She cannot refuse.
Tongtian is different. If he agrees,
then our Demon Race will have the protection of two saints, along with the support of his two elder brothers.
If the Chaos Bell, Pangu Banner, and Taiji Diagram are united, they can summon—"
Understanding dawned on Dijun's face. He said seriously, "Is that truly necessary?
Our Demon Race is growing increasingly powerful. We have the potential to surpass the Dragon Race..."
Dijun suddenly fell silent.
He thought of how even the mighty Dragon Race and Phoenix Race had ultimately declined. Back then, their Demon Race had even been food for the Dragon Race.
Of course, there had been schemes behind the decline of the Dragon and Phoenix races, but who could guarantee that the Demon Race would not eventually be schemed against in the same way?
Moreover, there were still many powerful beings in the Primordial World. Those Chaos Demon Gods who had survived the creation of heaven and earth had opened forbidden zones, as had the innate divine beings who had quelled the chaos back then.
Not to mention that Hongjun had now become a saint and was gradually merging with the Heavenly Dao. His strength was even more unfathomable.
Beneath him stood six saints.
They ruled the powerful factions of the present Primordial World. They possessed a certain degree of foresight, yet they were not invincible within the Primordial World.
True powerhouses always held a measure of reverence toward the unknown and the powerful beings they encountered.
Besides, relying on the strong was nothing shameful. In the Primordial World, the strong preyed upon the weak.
"This supreme treasure is yours, little brother. You decide." Dijun spoke in a deep voice, helplessness flashing through his eyes.
"Besides, with Tongtian standing invincible beneath the Chaos Bell, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation beneath his feet, and the Four Swords of Zhuxian in his hands...
Tsk tsk... this Primordial World—"
Golden Turtle Island—Biyou Palace.
At that moment, Lingbao Tianzun sat in the seat of honor, propping up his chin. A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He could no longer stay on Golden Turtle Island.
For some reason, his two elder brothers had gone mad and transformed themselves into elders of the Interception Sect, lurking here without leaving. They were seriously interfering with his cultivation.
They were clearly determined to wait for the original Tongtian, and they had warned him in advance that if he dared inform Tongtian, they would take their anger out on him.
One held the Taiji Diagram to seal off the retreat, while the other wielded the Pangu Banner to block the way ahead. Faced with this beating, either he or Tongtian had to bear it.
Lingbao Tianzun decisively chose to let the original Tongtian bear it.
That was why, after Zhao Gongming, that little fatty, had returned last time, his two elder brothers had set their sights on him. Every few days, they would go chat with Zhao Gongming.
That's right, Lingbao Tianzun had sold Zhao Gongming out. After all, when it came to letting the original take a beating, he was more than willing to lend a hand.
However, Lingbao Tianzun was surprised that Zhao Gongming had not revealed a single word. Instead, he had fleeced quite a few things from his two elder brothers.
As for how he knew? Sigh—everywhere on Golden Turtle Island had one of his Merit Golden Bodies.
Knowing a tiny little secret was easy.
For example, some disciples were reselling contribution points and stuffing their contribution-point jade tokens into their crotches...
Wasn't that the black dog that followed Tongtian? What was it doing here?
Good heavens! Divine patterns covered its entire body, making it directly invisible? It was walking through the void?
At that moment, Black Dog walked upright, wearing a tiger-skin skirt around his waist and a golden ring around his neck. His ears stood erect, his forelegs clasped behind his back as he swaggered around Golden Turtle Island.
As he watched the passing disciples, he occasionally shook his head, as if they were too unsightly to look at.
Black Dog soon arrived near Zhao Gongming. Looking at the person the Master had ordered him to bring back, he curled his lip. This guy's fortune was ordinary, but his wealth fortune seemed quite good.
Little Master had developed the Red Lotus Karmic Fire and planned to give everyone a spark, so the Master had sent him to bring this person back.
Zhao Gongming was cultivating when he suddenly raised his hand and deployed an array disc. His eyes vigilantly swept the surroundings, though he could not see who was there.
Yet he could sense someone watching him. It could not be helped—after being tormented so many times, he had thoroughly studied the Steadiness Sutra and was always prepared.
"Who is it?! Could it be... I..."
Before Zhao Gongming could finish speaking, his primordial spirit spun with dizziness. He fainted before he could resist.
Black Dog raised a paw, waved it, and complained, "The first disciple to enter the sect is way too weak.
When we get back, make him train his body. Li Duobao, who entered later, could withstand it, even though his realm was one level lower.
What a pity. Little Master said not to take in disciples recently, so I can't bring that little girl Wudang back.
Still, Golden Turtle Island somehow has two people with the same aura as Master."
Black Dog cast several spells on Zhao Gongming, cleansing away all sorts of auras from him so no one could track him to the Daoist sect's location.
Finally, he carried Zhao Gongming by the paw and stepped into the void.
A place on Golden Turtle Island.
Yuanshi Tianzun and the Grand Pure Saint exchanged glances, smiles appearing on their faces. At last, they had waited for him.
The Grand Pure Saint raised a hand and used the Taiji Diagram to conceal their forms and auras. They followed Black Dog from afar, with no intention of capturing him.
Recently, through their conversations with Zhao Gongming and their secret observations of Zhao Gongming's actions and behavior, combined with their previous experience chasing Tongtian,
they had discovered a common trait.
Their methods were exceptionally cautious—overly cautious, even.
It was precisely because of this caution that they had repeatedly failed to catch Tongtian.
When Black Dog appeared, they held back, because they noticed that Black Dog was within the void, divine patterns covering his entire body to conceal his existence.
If they had not been saints, they would not have discovered Black Dog at all.
So Black Dog must have been the one who stole the Demon Race's Golden Crows.
But Black Dog's act back then had been far too convincing. A mad dog at only the Golden Immortal realm simply did not have the ability to steal away the Golden Crows.
Yet when they saw Black Dog again today, they could not even discern his cultivation. Wasn't that absurd?
Thus, they planned to follow Black Dog from afar and avoid alerting the enemy.
Golden Turtle Island—Biyou Palace.
Lingbao Tianzun stroked his chin, a troubled expression on his face. On one side was the original Tongtian, and on the other were his two elder brothers who wanted to beat someone up.
It was such a difficult choice. Neither side was someone he could afford to offend.
"How about... I go out and hide?
Hehe—actually, I don't need to hide. Every golden body on Golden Turtle Island is me.
That's right. Then this time, you can be the scapegoat." Lingbao Tianzun said with a wicked smile, cunning flashing through his eyes.
With a wave of his hand, a Merit Golden Body appeared. He pressed it directly into his seat before turning around and vanishing.
The original could hide. Couldn't he hide too?
Besides, would the original even dare return?
A secret realm on Mount Buzhou.
Black Dog walked out of the void and tossed Zhao Gongming onto the ground. He lay off to one side and watched as Little Master implanted the Red Lotus Karmic Fire into a Golden Crow.
After all, a genius like him did not need Little Master's help at all. As long as he obtained a trace of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire's origin, he could cultivate it himself.
Ahem ahem—the Master was slowly comprehending it on his own and did not need Little Master's help. Honestly, Black Dog thought this thing was just a pile of divine patterns. What was there to comprehend?
"Waaah... Little Master, be gentler! This fire is going to burn me to death.
Wuwu—I'll turn into roast chicken!" Old Wu Liu struggled frantically, a trace of embarrassment flashing through his eyes.
It could not be helped. Ling Er had tied him directly to the table, and in an extremely humiliating position at that.
"Shut up. You have True Solar Fire in your body, so hurry up and activate it.
You should have transformed sooner. You look awful.
Eh? Your feathers are actually multicolored. They're kind of pretty!" Ling Er noticed that the Golden Crow's feathers were unexpectedly multicolored, and they also seemed to contain innate divine patterns.
"Ahh—Little Master, what are you doing to my feathers—ahh—Little Master, stop plucking them!
Little Master, save me! This fire is burning me to death!" Old Wu Liu wailed, but he could not move at all.
The crucial point was that Ling Er was currently holding a feather and studying it seriously, completely ignoring him.
That was because the True Solar Fire in his body and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire had already intertwined, forming his unique innate divine ability.
"Stop shouting. You won't die. This Red Lotus Karmic Fire was constructed from Nirvana Flame. In the end, you can be reborn through fire.
Your feathers will be burned away sooner or later—so why not—"
"Ahh!! Little Master, stop plucking them—it hurts so much—"
Tongtian, who was comprehending the Red Lotus Karmic Fire nearby, could not help twitching at the corner of his mouth. Carrying the origin fire, he walked farther away.
To be honest, he had refused Ling Er's help because he feared Ling Er would see the true state inside his body.
If Ling Er then asked to study him, should he agree or refuse?
After all, Ling Er would stop at nothing to break through to the Golden Core Stage.
Nearby, Duobao's forehead was covered in sweat. Watching the Golden Crow's miserable state, he did not know what to say, because he was next. He simply could not comprehend the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
Yet he could not refuse the benefits of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, because when he was on the brink of death, it could trigger nirvana rebirth.
He could instantly return to his peak condition. That represented an extra life.
It was just that Little Master's methods were a little too brutal. He could clearly have used a divine ability to pluck all the Golden Crow's feathers at once, yet he chose to pull them out by hand.
When he turned away, unable to bear the sight, he saw that other junior brother who was an egg. Looking again at the Golden Crow being plucked bare, he felt it was not entirely unacceptable.
That was because this egg junior brother was nearly cooked, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire and Chaos Flame taking turns burning him.
Just then,
Duobao heard an exceptionally miserable scream.
"Ahh!! Damn it!! This is bad!! Little Master, save me!!"
Zhao Gongming sprang up directly from the ground. In fact, he had already awakened the moment Black Dog threw him onto the ground.
He did not know what Ling Er was busy with, but after seeing the Golden Crow's miserable condition, he chose to lie on the ground and observe quietly.
Who would have thought Ling Er would directly throw a ball of fire onto him? The flame began burning his soul and merging with it.
His entire body continued burning, streams of black foul gas emerging from it along with enticing wafts of roasted meat.
His shouting was nothing more than an act. He had just heard that the flames contained Nirvana Flame, so he could not possibly die.
Bang—
Zhao Gongming was completely stunned.
He had actually been sent flying by a slap from a black dog.
Zhao Gongming looked toward Ling Er and found that Little Master was studying the Golden Crow's black feathers, seemingly utterly unconcerned with this matter.
Moreover, he could feel that Black Dog was the one who had ambushed him from behind.
At that moment, he could not endure it even a little.
He was a dignified Great Luo Golden Immortal... yet he had been ambushed by this Golden Immortal black dog.
"Black Dog! You just ambushed me—I was careless and didn't dodge—"
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