The Vortex and Tempering the Body with Pangu's Blood Essence / The Three Immortal Isles, Rich with Spirit Roots

Half a day had already passed. Since Old Ancestor Xuantao had arrived, the other Grand Unity Golden Immortals probably would not miss this Opportunity either.

There was no need for him to wait any longer.

If he waited until the vortex vanished and Three Immortal Island fully emerged, he might not be able to seize all the Opportunities.

Therefore, Fuxi decided to venture deep into the vortex and plunder the Opportunities within Three Immortal Island.

For others, this vortex was an insurmountable obstacle, but for Fuxi, it was a natural barrier that kept them from entering and competing for the treasures.

Fuxi directly transformed into a streak of divine light, shot out from the crowd, and flew toward the very center of the vortex.

Seeing someone else in the crowd risk his life, everyone found it unbelievable.

"Who is this person? Does he not want to live?"

"Even Old Ancestor Xuantao, a mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal, died in the vortex. What makes him think he can get through it?"

"However, this senior's aura seems stronger than Old Ancestor Xuantao's. His cultivation may have surpassed the mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm."

"Hmph! In my opinion, unless a Saint appears, any Grand Unity Golden Immortal who enters the vortex is simply courting death!"

"That's right. What is so impressive about a Grand Unity Golden Immortal? His defenses might not even be stronger than Old Ancestor Xuantao's."

"If he can remain inside the vortex for more than ten breaths, I'll kowtow to everyone here."

The crowd watched Fuxi's figure with doubt as he vanished into the deep-sea vortex.

Fuxi ignored the immortals' chatter entirely. He directly activated the vitality and blood of his body, releasing his physical strength without reservation before plunging into the vortex.

The violent currents within the vortex continuously slammed against Fuxi's body. He felt intense pain. The force in the depths of the vortex was dozens, perhaps even hundreds of times stronger than at its edges.

"I still overestimated my body's defenses."

Fuxi's face turned somewhat pale. The destructive force at the vortex's center was no weaker than the full-force attack of a peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal, and it was relentless.

Although Fuxi had tempered his body with Pangu's Essence Blood, his physical strength was still a level below that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Wave after wave of force caused agonizing pain throughout Fuxi's body, and fine cracks began to appear in his flesh.

Although Fuxi had overestimated the strength of his body and was now being battered into a sorry state by the violent currents, the immortals watching outside were utterly shocked.

Fuxi's aura was clearly that of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal as well, yet he had directly endured the vortex's impact with his body. Unlike Old Ancestor Xuantao, his body had not collapsed, nor had he perished.

However, Fuxi had not ventured into the vortex to show off the strength of his body. His goal was to enter Three Immortal Island.

Therefore, if he wanted to go deeper into the vortex, Fuxi would need to use a spiritual treasure to protect his body.

But just as Fuxi prepared to use the Twelve-grade World-Ending Black Lotus to shield himself, a system notification stopped his movements.

[Ding, it has been detected that the Host has entered the East Sea vortex. This place is exceptionally effective for tempering the body. Please make your own judgment and choice from the following options.]

[Option One: For the cheers of the watching immortals, endure the vortex's impact until death. Option reward: Reincarnate as a red-feathered duck with an incomparably stubborn beak.]

[Option Two: Opportunity comes first. Use a treasure to protect your body and enter the space of the Three Immortal Islands of the East Sea. Option reward: A defensive Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure in the shape of a vest.]

[Option Three: Use the vortex to temper your body. Option reward: One drop of Pangu's Essence Blood.]

When Fuxi saw the second option, he was briefly tempted. After all, the reward was a defensive Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, an exceedingly precious item.

But when he saw that the spiritual treasure was shaped like a vest, Fuxi found it somewhat unacceptable.

He already disliked the turtle race, a species that hid its head and took beatings. Naturally, he did not want to wear a vest and become a turtle.

The appearance of the third option immediately made Fuxi's breathing quicken, his heart race, and his emotions surge.

The system had finally taken out another drop of the Pangu's Essence Blood he had longed for. In Fuxi's eyes, this Pangu's Essence Blood was absolutely more important than a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Although a defensive Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure was good, it could not block every attack, and it required him to channel mana into it before it could be used.

But Pangu's Essence Blood could raise the strength of Fuxi's body by another level, possibly even allowing him to directly contend with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Vortex and Pangu's Essence Blood Body Tempering

Faced with a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure and Pangu's Essence Blood, Fuxi chose the latter without the slightest hesitation.

If he dared hesitate for even one more second, it would be disrespectful to Pangu's Essence Blood.

As for Option One, Fuxi simply ignored it.

He had not lived enough in this life yet. There was absolutely no need for him to reincarnate as a duck, no matter how powerful that duck might be.

"System, I choose Option Three!"

Fuxi made his choice. A drop of crimson blood emanating boundless baleful aura directly appeared within Fuxi's body, hidden from the watching immortals.

The moment Pangu's Essence Blood entered Fuxi's body and touched his flesh, his body seemed to undergo an incredibly violent chemical reaction, and dense baleful aura began to pour forth.

"This senior's baleful aura is so heavy!"

"Could this senior be an Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan?"

"I heard that the Witch Clan's physical bodies are heaven-defying. It seems the rumors were true."

"Who was it that said this senior would kowtow to us if he stayed in the vortex for more than ten breaths?"

"Oh no, that brat who boasted just now is trying to run! Everyone, hurry up and catch him!"

The atmosphere outside the vortex suddenly became lively and cheerful.

For immortals born after the creation of heaven and earth, baleful aura was associated with the Witch Clan.

After all, throughout all of Honghuang, only the Witch Clan needed baleful aura to cultivate their bodies.

Therefore, it was perfectly normal for Fuxi to be mistaken for a member of the Witch Clan.

In fact, if members of the Witch Clan came here, they would regard Fuxi as one of their own.

But Fuxi, inside the vortex, was currently undergoing an extremely painful body-tempering process. He had no energy to think about the Witch Clan or baleful aura.

At this moment, Fuxi's body was being tortured both inside and out.

Outside his body, the violent currents at the vortex's center continuously battered his flesh. Cracks began to spread across Fuxi's skin and flesh, making him look like a statue on the verge of shattering.

Yet not a single drop of blood flowed from Fuxi's body. The blood within him was being refined by Pangu's Essence Blood, while his sinews and bones were continuously washed by it.

The entire body-tempering process was like suffering endless tortures. Fuxi's consciousness was already beginning to blur, but his will continued to support him as he tempered his body.

Since this vortex was so suitable for tempering the body, and he possessed the most powerful body-tempering treasure—Pangu's Essence Blood—then if he did not temper his body to its limit, he would be letting down both the Pangu's Essence Blood the system had rewarded him and this vortex suited for body tempering.

Although the entire process hurt so much that Fuxi wanted to curse his mother, he eagerly anticipated how strong his body would become after the tempering.

The previous body tempering with Pangu's Essence Blood had not been this painful, yet it had already made his body incredibly formidable.

This time, if he could reach or even surpass the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Fuxi felt that all this suffering would be worth it.

Be ruthless with yourself now, and you could be even more ruthless with your enemies later.

Fuxi continuously used all kinds of inspirational sayings he had heard in his previous life to encourage himself, afraid that he would fail to endure and die here.

Fuxi did not conceal his body-tempering process, so the immortals outside the vortex could see it clearly.

Although Fuxi was tempering his body, to the immortals outside the vortex, the wounds across his body were signs that he was about to collapse.

Thus, some began shouting, "I said it long ago! Only a Saint can withstand this vortex's violent destructive force. Faced with such a terrifying vortex, even an Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan will perish!"

"That's right! Where are those people who were praising this Grand Unity Golden Immortal of the Witch Clan just now? Why have they stopped shouting?"

Seeing Fuxi's body seemingly collapse, the immortals who did not know him were so excited they nearly jumped up.

Clearly, entering the vortex had been Fuxi's own choice, but the watching immortals had now split into two camps.

One side believed Fuxi had overestimated himself, risked his life, and would inevitably perish.

The other side believed that Fuxi's body was extraordinarily strong, and that he would surely enter the vortex's depths and obtain the Opportunities within Three Immortal Island.

At present, Fuxi endured the currents' battering and Pangu's Essence Blood's refinement within the vortex. His face was pale, his brows tightly furrowed, and he looked to be in terrible condition.

Yet Fuxi could feel that his body was gradually growing stronger. The vortex currents were tearing his skin more slowly, while the wounds on his body were healing faster.

It was not merely his flesh and skin. Even Fuxi's sinews, bones, and blood were being tempered until they became as powerful as spiritual treasures.

Several days later, Fuxi sat quietly within the vortex, completely motionless.

Although the currents within the vortex continued to crash against Fuxi, his body was like a divine needle stabilizing the sea. The currents could no longer tear his flesh.

The immortals watching outside the vortex were all dumbfounded.

Several days earlier, Fuxi's body had appeared to be collapsing under the currents' impact within the vortex. He had looked utterly miserable and on the verge of death.

Those immortals who had spoken ill of Fuxi thought he was merely holding on by force and would not last more than a few days. They had even prepared to burn paper offerings and sing funeral songs for him.

Yet Fuxi's body had not completely collapsed. Instead, those gruesome wounds had begun to heal gradually, thrilling the immortals who had believed in him.

"Who said this senior of the Witch Clan would perish? Why do you not dare speak now?"

"Exactly! A bunch of Profound Immortals and Golden Immortals insist on discussing a Grand Unity Golden Immortal. You are truly outrageously bold. Once that senior comes out, be careful that he settles accounts with every one of you."

"Why is this senior not exploring the depths of the vortex? Why is he sitting in meditation within the vortex?"

"I guess this senior is tempering his body inside the vortex. His body was not strong enough before, which was why he ended up covered in wounds. Now, he should have succeeded in body tempering and can withstand the vortex's destructive force head-on."

It had to be said that some immortals had quite sharp eyes. They correctly inferred why Fuxi had entered the vortex without proceeding deeper.

Meanwhile, the immortals who had previously spoken ill of Fuxi grew afraid.

They had believed Fuxi was certainly going to die, which was why they had dared speak without restraint and even cursed him to die within the vortex.

But now that Fuxi was unharmed, their actions amounted to grave disrespect toward a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

No one knew whether Fuxi had heard their reckless remarks and slander, nor did they know whether he was a petty person.

Thus, the group that had slandered Fuxi and feared retaliation immediately slipped away, fleeing in a flash.

Of course, Fuxi did not know how many people had praised him or how many had slandered him. His attention was entirely focused on his own body.

When the raging currents in the vortex could no longer leave a mark on Fuxi's body, he opened his eyes.

The moment he opened them, two visible beams of light burst from his eyes, directly piercing through the vortex and revealing a gate at its bottom.

That should be the entrance to Three Immortal Island.

Three Immortal Island, Covered in Spiritual Roots

Retracting the light from his eyes, Fuxi focused his Divine Sense on his body.