At this time, the cycle of reincarnation of Houtu is still far away, and the Reincarnation Purple Lotus should already be in the process of being conceived, but it is hidden in the deepest part of the Netherworld, coexisting with the filth of the Blood Sea, and is isolated from all heavenly secrets.
The Minghe, born and raised here, though the lord of the Blood Sea, might not be able to sense this supreme treasure hidden deep within the earth, its attributes utterly opposite to those of the Blood Sea... If we could use his help to find this lotus beforehand...
Qing Huan's mind raced, and an even bolder idea emerged:
"The Creation Green Lotus transforms into the Three Treasures: the Merit Golden Lotus, the Karma Red Lotus, and the World-Purifying White Lotus— all are in your own hands."
If these three Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform could be gathered together, and with the Reincarnation Purple Lotus as the core, and if they could be fused together... it might not be impossible to recreate the legendary power of the Twenty-Four-Grade Chaos Creation Green Lotus!
Thinking of this, even with Qing Huan's composure, a ripple couldn't help but stir deep within his primordial spirit.
Lotus Platform with twenty-four tiers!
That is the most supreme Innate Supreme Treasure, which only appeared briefly in the legends at the beginning of the Heaven-Opening. Its power can be called a rare treasure of chaos, and its grade is even above the Three Treasures of Heaven-Opening (Taiji Diagram, Pangu Banner, and Chaos Bell)!
As for the Twenty-Four Grade Creation Green Lotus that transformed the Three Treasures, it was precisely because its power was too heaven-defying that it incurred the jealousy of the Heavenly Dao, and was thus forcibly decomposed by the power of the Heavenly Dao...
Qing Huan frowned slightly, a look of solemnity and contemplation on his face, and interrupted Minghe:
"Brother, after you return to the Netherworld, you might as well put in more effort to carefully explore the depths of the Netherworld."
As I sat quietly contemplating the mysteries of the universe, I suddenly sensed a glimmer of divine secrets, as if something extraordinary was about to happen.
Although the Netherworld Sea of Blood is the source of filth, it is a place where yin gives rise to yang, and filth turns to purity; the profound mysteries of the Great Dao are immeasurable.
"I have a feeling that in that most gloomy and desolate place, a Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform, born of the Great Dao and of extremely high quality, is being conceived. Its color is deep purple, and it contains the mechanism of reincarnation and death... If we can find it, it may be of great use."
Qing Huan did not directly reveal the name "Reincarnation Purple Lotus," but only provided key clues and vague descriptions of its sensations.
"Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform? In the depths of the netherworld?"
Minghe was stunned, his blood-red brows furrowed tightly, his face full of confusion and disbelief.
"Brother, I was born from the Netherworld Sea of Blood. Since the birth of my intelligence, I have used my primordial spirit to sweep across the Netherworld."
Every inch of the churning Blood Sea, every wailing of a vengeful spirit, is within my perception.
Aside from the Twelve-Petaled Karma Fire Red Lotus that accompanied me, and some second-rate spiritual treasures and Blood God Son nurtured by the Blood Sea itself, the Netherworld is arguably the most barren place in the Primordial Wilderness, devoid of spiritual energy and where the Great Dao is nowhere to be found. How could there be a second Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform?
Not to mention that the purple lotus, which possesses inner vitality, is completely incompatible with the Malevolent Qi of the Blood Sea's origin; how could it possibly survive?
Minghe simply couldn't understand Qing Huan's perception; it completely contradicted his understanding over countless Kalpa.
Looking at Minghe's confident expression, as if to say, "The Blood Sea is my home, and I know exactly how many needles are in it," Qing Huan.
This Reincarnation Purple Lotus is a treasure conceived by the Great Dao in advance in response to future reincarnations. It is hidden beneath the membrane of the Great Dao and exists in a superposition state of "non-existence" and "future existence". Not to mention that Minghe is only at the early stage of Quasi-Sage at this time, even if Sage were to come in person, it would be difficult to detect its traces unless by chance or revelation from the Great Dao.
He could only offer a vague reply, "Ahem... The Great Dao is profound and mysterious; how can one know it all? Perhaps the time is not yet ripe, or perhaps this treasure is adept at concealing itself, having merged with the origin of the Netherworld. You should go and search for it again; consider it a matter of my own obsession."
Seeing Qing Huan's resolute tone, Minghe, though filled with doubts, dared not be careless about such a small matter as his elder brother's gift of treasure, and solemnly nodded:
"Don't worry, brother! After I return, I will use my source power to search every corner of the Netherworld again! If I am lucky enough to find this lotus, I will bring it to you as soon as possible!"
If one searches the entire underworld and still finds nothing...
Minghe paused, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes, "Then I will immediately go into seclusion to fully comprehend the Hongmeng Purple Qi, striving to break through as soon as possible and live up to my elder brother's high expectations!"
The Hongmeng Purple Qi, the foundation for becoming a saint—this is his most crucial goal at present.
"Good."
Qing Huan nodded, expressing his satisfaction with the result.
"Go ahead, I also have things to take care of."
Minghe said no more and bowed to Qing Huan once more.
"Take care, brother!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of blood-red light erupted around him, and a thick, pungent stench of blood instantly filled the hall. A dark red streak of light pierced through the void, tearing through space and engulfing him completely, leaving only a faint aura of bloodlust slowly dissipating into the starlight.
Qing Huan watched the Minghe depart, then turned his gaze to a corner of the main hall.
There, the two exquisitely beautiful and intelligent children seated beneath them remained immersed in profound enlightenment. Strands of pure Innate Spiritual Qi surrounded their small bodies, forming two miniature vortexes of spiritual energy, with Daoist principles flowing around them, clearly indicating that they were at a crucial moment of Daoist comprehension.
These two little ones are Innate Spiritual Root Spiritual Jade Transformation, possessing extraordinary origins and pure hearts.
Qing Huan looked at them, his eyes revealing a rare pure joy and expectation.
"Reflect carefully, my little ones. Follow me, and in the future, as the world changes, you too will have the power to stir up the winds and clouds."
"The Daoist disciples of Qing Huan should at least start as Daluo Golden Immortal, right? If they have enough opportunities, they could even become Primordial Origin Golden Immortal... Hmm, that doesn't seem too far-fetched?"
A very subtle smile curved at the corners of his lips.
Then, he raised his right hand and gently waved it towards the two children.
An invisible yet vast Power of Space instantly enveloped the area where the two boys were located, as if a gentle hand was cutting and shifting the two boys and the space around the futons beneath them.
Ripples spread through the space, and the next moment, the two children, along with the dense vortex of spiritual energy, appeared silently in the quiet side hall, undisturbed.
The protective barrier set up by Qing Huan quietly rose, isolating it from external interference.
After doing all this, Qing Huan's figure gradually faded away, and he began his seclusion.
Rumble...
The deafening roar is the constant background noise.
The lava, like a raging Blood River, churned and roared within the massive, grotesque crater of the Volcano of Immortality, spewing forth crimson-gold flames and thick black smoke that reached heights of billions of feet, scorching and distorting half the sky.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of sulfur and the Destruction heat.
This is the southernmost edge of the Primordial Wilderness, the Ancestral Land of the Phoenix Clan, and also the prison and execution ground where the Phoenix has been burdened with immense karma and bound for countless Kalpa.
Two dazzling beams of light, one shimmering with iridescent colors and the other pitch black, pierced through the thick volcanic ash clouds, like sharp swords tearing through the darkness, and landed precisely on the scorching black basalt at the edge of the crater.
As the radiance faded, the tall figures of Kong Xuan and Winged Immortal were revealed.
As soon as the two brothers landed, their eyes eagerly swept over the tribespeople who lived on the volcanic rock walls and the edge of the lava lake.