Su Mu Rushes Off, Underworld Offers Aid

After handing the Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir to Fuxi, Su Mu didn't dare waste a single moment. He turned and set off again, racing toward Longevity Mountain.

After a long journey, Su Mu finally arrived once more at the mysterious and solemn Wuzhuang Temple.

He remembered the first time he came to Wuzhuang Temple—how small and fragile he had felt. Back then, his strength was pitiful, like a fallen leaf tossed in a gale.

He could only rely on the protection of Great Immortal Zhenyuan to scrape a sliver of survival in this perilous world.

The second time he set foot on this land, things were already different. Su Mu had come on an important mission—to deliver Hong Yun's Remnant Soul. And through that twist of fate, he forged a deep bond with Great Immortal Zhenyuan.

But time had turned, and now he visited Wuzhuang Temple for the third time. By now, Great Immortal Zhenyuan had become the Human Religion Vice Leader.

Thinking of this, Su Mu couldn't help but feel indignant for this Great Power who had once shaken the Primordial Era. In those days, Great Immortal Zhenyuan and Hong Yun Ancestor were equally renowned—both were famous across the Primordial Era, masters of great skill.

They were brilliant, their abilities unmatched. They should have smoothly attained the Dao of the Origin and achieved the supreme path.

But alas, as the saying goes, "The tallest tree is the first to be felled by the wind." Precisely because they possessed the strength to attain the Origin, they drew the jealousy of Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Among them, Hong Yun Ancestor was tragically schemed against by Dao Ancestor Hongjun, ending in death and the dissolution of his Dao.

As for Great Immortal Zhenyuan, he was plotted against by Zhunti. Not only was he forced to lower his status and swear brotherhood with Sun Wukong, but his once-bright path to the Dao was also severed.

Every time Su Mu thought of this, an indescribable fury and regret surged in his heart.

Stepping into the temple, Su Mu spotted Zhenyuan sitting upright on a meditation mat. He hurried forward a few steps and respectfully bowed in greeting.

After the formalities were complete, Su Mu's face grew solemn as he began detailing the grim situation and countless hardships the Human Clan was about to face.

Zhenyuan listened to Su Mu's account and nodded slightly, stating that as the dignified Human Religion Vice Leader, it was only right for him to contribute his modest strength to the rise and fall of the Human Clan.

But the time wasn't right yet. When the enfeoffment of Yu came, he would personally go to the Human Clan and go all out to lend them a hand.

Hearing this, Su Mu was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly. Just as Su Mu was about to take his leave, Zhenyuan suddenly stood up and walked into the inner chamber.

Before long, Zhenyuan emerged, holding a treasure box filled with Ginseng Fruit in both hands.

He smiled and handed the box to Su Mu, saying, "These Ginseng Fruits are my years of treasured collection. I'm entrusting them all to you to take back to the Human Ancestral Land. I hope they will be of some help to the Clan Members."

Su Mu's heart leaped with joy. He took the box, bowed in thanks several times, and then left Wuzhuang Temple carrying this heavy gift, rushing back to the Human Ancestral Land without pause.

When he reached the Human Ancestral Land, Fuxi and the others saw Su Mu's figure and, with looks of surprise, all said, "You're back again?!"

Hearing this, Su Mu felt a bit awkward. A trace of embarrassment crept onto his face as he scratched his head and said, "Uh... does everyone not want me here?" His eyes swept over the crowd, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Just then, Cangjie quickly stepped in to smooth things over, chuckling sheepishly, "No, no, how could that be? Everyone's just surprised. Senior Disciple Brother only just left—how did you come back so soon?"

Su Mu relaxed a little at this, then broke into a grin and said, "Haha, I came back this time because I have something important to do!" With that, he mysteriously pulled a delicate box from his bosom and carefully opened the lid, revealing countless Ginseng Fruits inside, radiating an enticing aroma.

Su Mu held the box out to everyone and said smugly, "Look—this is the good stuff I brought you!"

But faced with the Ginseng Fruits, everyone froze, unsure how to react. Silence fell over the scene.

Cangjie's eyes went wide, staring at Senior Disciple Brother in disbelief. His voice trembled with excitement as he said:

"Senior Disciple Brother, you're incredible! You were gone for just a short while and managed to bring back so many precious resources. I, your junior, am utterly in awe of you!" He spoke excitedly, giving a big thumbs-up, his eyes full of admiration and envy.

"Keep cultivating. I'm leaving," Su Mu said, and then turned to go.

After leaving the Human Ancestral Land, Su Mu returned to his Cave Dwelling on Shouyang Mountain.

Su Mu sat cross-legged. He took a deep breath to steady himself, then carefully pulled a delicate jade bottle from his bosom.

He uncorked the bottle, and a thick, bloody scent instantly filled the air. Inside the bottle were five drops of Pangu's Blood Essence, crystal clear and gleaming like rubies.

Su Mu stared at the Pangu's Blood Essence in his hand, a look of resolve in his eyes. He gently picked up one drop and placed it in his mouth.

The moment the Pangu's Blood Essence entered his mouth, it transformed into a blazing torrent, rushing down his throat and into his body. Su Mu dared not slack off. He immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began circulating his technique, focusing all his energy on refining this drop of Pangu's Blood Essence.

As the Nine Revolutions Divine Art churned endlessly within him like a vortex, Su Mu concentrated fully on guiding the technique's flow, absorbing the precious Pangu's Blood Essence with all his might.

The first drop of Pangu's Blood Essence, like a dazzling ruby, merged into his Meridians, bringing a searing, stabbing pain wherever it passed.

But Su Mu gritted his teeth and endured the agony, relying on his unyielding will and thirst for power to absorb it bit by bit.

However, after the first drop of Pangu's Blood Essence was fully assimilated, Su Mu felt he was still just a hair's breadth away from a breakthrough.

So, without hesitation, he took out another drop of Pangu's Blood Essence, carefully placed it in his mouth, closed his eyes, and urged the Nine Revolutions Divine Art to accelerate its refinement.

The moment this second drop of Pangu's Blood Essence entered his mouth, it turned into a surging, violent flood, crashing into Su Mu's body like an avalanche.

He felt as if all his Meridians were about to burst. Excruciating pain swept through his entire body, nearly making him black out. But Su Mu knew he couldn't give up now—otherwise, all his previous efforts would be wasted.

Bearing the pain, he mobilized every ounce of spiritual energy in his body to suppress this violent energy, and gradually guided and refined it according to the Nine Revolutions Divine Art's mental formula.

Time ticked by, second by second. Sweat beaded on Su Mu's forehead, and his clothes were soaked through.

Just as he was about to collapse, the drop of Pangu's Blood Essence finally began to slowly merge with his own spiritual energy. As the fusion deepened, Su Mu could clearly feel his cultivation growing bit by bit. The joy of increasing strength gradually dulled the physical pain.

In the end, after a long and arduous refinement process, Su Mu successfully absorbed the second drop of Pangu's Blood Essence and converted it into his own power.

At the same time, his cultivation finally underwent a qualitative leap, like a Flying Bird breaking through countless obstacles, advancing toward a higher realm.

At last! After long and grueling cultivation, Su Mu had achieved a breakthrough—the Peak Golden Immortal of the Origin realm.

Now, he stood still, carefully sensing the surging power within his body and the rock-solid toughness of his physique.

Su Mu could clearly feel that every muscle in his body was now bursting with explosive strength, as if he could tear the void at any moment.

Every bone had become as hard as refined steel, capable of withstanding immense pressure. Moreover, his Meridians were wide and unobstructed, with true energy flowing freely through them without any hindrance.

Based on his current physical strength, Su Mu had absolute confidence in being able to withstand a full-force attack from a Saint at the First Heaven level.

This confidence wasn't blind arrogance, but rather a precise understanding and judgment of his own power. Thinking this, Su Mu couldn't help but sigh deeply: "This is the might of the Nine Revolutions Divine Art!"

The Nine Revolutions Divine Art was an extremely profound and unfathomable cultivation method, the very one practiced by the Great God Pangu. Its cultivation difficulty was staggering, but once mastered, the gains it yielded were equally astonishing.

Now, relying on his own talent and unremitting efforts, Su Mu had finally cultivated this divine art to a new realm.

With this breakthrough, Su Mu's confidence in the great matter of Human Revival increased by another measure. He had long devoted himself to promoting the revival and rise of humanity, pouring countless efforts and sweat into it.

And at this moment, he knew he was one step closer to his goal. As long as he continued to forge ahead firmly along this path, he believed that one day, humanity would surely radiate dazzling light once more, standing tall between heaven and earth.

At last, Yu had achieved perfect merit, and the time for the Feng Shan Ceremony on Mount Tai had arrived. This time, it was different from the past, because the Spiritual Senses of all the Great Powers of the Primordial Era were gathered here.

They were ready to witness just how high humanity could ascend.

Within the underworld, it was a scene of gloom and darkness, filled with a chilling aura. Before the Houtu Palace, Jiu Feng led a group of followers gathered together.

Every face was brimming with excitement that was hard to contain, as if they harbored a great secret in their hearts.

They whispered to each other, discussing something in low voices, their eyes occasionally flashing with eager light. From their expressions and demeanor, it was clear that these people had vaguely guessed what was about to happen, but the specifics remained elusive.

This mysterious atmosphere enveloped the entire Houtu Palace, filling it with tension and anticipation.

Houtu spoke solemnly: "Now, humanity is about to usher in an opportunity for revival. This is a matter of utmost importance to all things in the world. We bear a heavy responsibility and must do everything in our power to assist the human race in completing the great task of Human Revival."

"Only by making humanity and the earth path join hands closely and work together can we contend with the supreme power of the heavenly path. Remember, helping the human race is helping ourselves!"

Her gaze was firm as she looked around at everyone and continued: "There's no time to lose. All of you, follow me to the Ghost Gate Pass!" With that, Houtu's form flickered, transforming into a streak of Flowing Light as she sped toward the Ghost Gate Pass, and the crowd behind her quickly followed suit.

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