Mars Great Thunderclap, Buddha Fruit Appears!

Spirit Vulture Mountain, Yuanjue Cave.

Daoist Randeng sat cross-legged in the center of the cave dwelling, his face flickering between green and purple, looking extremely terrifying.

His Daoist robe was already soaked with sweat, and a faint fishy smell emanated from his body.

The toxicity of the "Nine Nether Soul Devouring Saliva" was even more potent than he had imagined.

He had tried every method, even going so far as to expend his origin, but could only barely suppress the spread of the poison, unable to eradicate it completely.

"Damn it! Who is it!"

Randeng's heart was filled with frustration and anger.

He was certain that he had been set up.

From that strange divine lightning, to the Immortal Trapping Formation in the East Sea, and then to this highly poisonous Innate Spiritual Root.

It was a chain of events, clearly a trap designed long ago.

The purpose was to poison him and severely damage his cultivation.

"Tongtian! It must be you!"

After much thought, Randeng concluded that the biggest suspect was Sect Master Tongtian.

Only a Saint could possess such means to force a Quasi-Saint like him into such a pathetic state without even showing themselves.

"You're good, Tongtian! Once I get rid of this poison, I will make sure your Intercepting Sect pays the price!"

Randeng vowed inwardly.

But the problem was, how could he get rid of this poison?

The Nine Nether Soul Devouring Saliva was a rare poison of the Primordial Era; ordinary elixirs and medicines were useless.

Unless he could find the legendary Innate Spiritual Root, the Yellow Middle Plum, or go to Grand Supreme Elder Laozi to beg for a Nine-Turn Golden Elixir.

The Yellow Middle Plum was nowhere to be found.

And go beg Grand Supreme Elder Laozi?

Randeng couldn't bring himself to do it.

Moreover, he wasn't sure if he could even last until Tushita Palace in his current state.

Just as Randeng was at a loss and even felt despair.

A gentle voice suddenly sounded outside his cave dwelling.

"This humble Daoist Shen Zhaochi seeks an audience with Fellow Daoist Randeng."

Shen Zhaochi?

Randeng frowned.

The name was so unfamiliar.

Was there such a person in the Primordial Era?

He was currently poisoned and did not wish to see anyone.

"This humble Daoist is in seclusion and does not receive guests. Fellow Daoist, please return."

Randeng's voice sounded somewhat weak.

"Heh heh."

A light chuckle came from outside the cave.

"Fellow Daoist, are you suffering from the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Saliva? This poison is incredibly potent. Without the right medicine, your ten thousand years of cultivation may be ruined."

Randeng was greatly alarmed.

The other party had actually named the poison he had contracted!

And judging by his tone, he seemed to have a way to cure it?

"Who exactly are you? How do you know I'm poisoned?"

Randeng asked warily.

"Who I am is not important," the voice outside the cave remained unhurried. "What's important is that I can cure Fellow Daoist's poison."

"If Fellow Daoist doesn't believe me, could you allow me to enter the cave for a look? Whether I am friend or foe, Fellow Daoist will know at a glance."

Randeng hesitated.

His current situation was indeed dire.

If the other party truly had an antidote, it would be a lifesaver for him.

But if the other party was an enemy, wouldn't he be inviting trouble into his own home in his current state?

"Forget it!"

Randeng gritted his teeth.

"Might as well try anything, even if it's a long shot!"

He no longer had any better options.

"Fellow Daoist, please come in."

He removed the restrictions on his cave dwelling.

The stone door of the cave dwelling slowly opened.

A young Daoist, dressed in a purple-gold Daoist robe with a blurred face, walked in slowly.

He exuded a vast and unfamiliar aura.

It wasn't the Immortal Dao, the Demonic Dao, or the Buddhist Dao.

It was an aura of... Godhood.

Randeng's pupils contracted.

He felt a great threat from this young Daoist.

The other party's cultivation seemed to be only at the Heavenly Immortal realm.

But the essence of that aura made him, a Quasi-Saint, feel palpitations.

"You... Who exactly are you?"

Randeng asked, forcing himself to hold on.

"This humble one is the Lord of the Primordial Godhood, Shen Zhaochi,"

Shen Zhaochi said calmly.

Naturally, he was not here in his true form.

Instead, he had used the immense faith power provided by the Great Qin world and the Warhammer world to condense a "Divine Power Incarnation."

Although this incarnation only had the Magical Power of a Heavenly Immortal, it was essentially composed of the laws of Godhood.

It was impervious to all magic and unafraid of all poisons.

"Primordial Godhood?"

Randeng had never heard of this school of thought.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to panic. I am not here to be your enemy."

Shen Zhaochi walked up to Randeng, extended a finger, and a wisp of purple-gold Divine Power coiled around his fingertip.

He gently touched the black wound on Randeng's hand with his finger.

A wisp of smoke rose.

Randeng felt a cool and refreshing sensation emanating from the wound.

The poison, which had been like a maggot clinging to his bones, dissolved like ice and snow the moment it came into contact with the purple-gold Divine Power.

In just a moment.

The blackness on his hand completely faded, and his skin returned to its normal color.

The toxins in his body were also completely cleared.

"This... How is this possible?"

Randeng felt his Magical Power flowing smoothly again within his body, and he was completely stunned.

The Primordial Era's strange poison that had troubled him for days and left him helpless was actually resolved with a single finger from the other party?

What kind of method was this?

Even a Saint would be no more than this!

"Fellow Daoist, do you believe my sincerity now?"

Shen Zhaochi withdrew his finger and said with a smile.

Randeng looked at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Shock, confusion, but more than anything, apprehension.

This Shen Zhaochi, who had suddenly appeared, was too mysterious, too powerful.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for saving my life."

Randeng stood up and bowed to Shen Zhaochi in the Daoist manner.

"Fellow Daoist, your Spiritual Power is vast, and this humble one admires you."

"However, this humble one and Fellow Daoist are strangers. Why did Fellow Daoist help me? What do you want?"

Randeng did not believe that the other party was being a good person for no reason.

He must have had some ulterior motive.

"Heh heh, it's always easier to talk to intelligent people."

Shen Zhaochi smiled.

"I saved you because I want to make a deal with you, Fellow Daoist."

"What deal?"

"It's very simple." Shen Zhaochi's gaze became deep. "I want to ask you to help me with one thing."

"In the upcoming Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods, send all twelve Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect onto that Investiture of the Gods!"