Hongyun's Crisis! Someone's After His Primordial Violet Qi

"By the way, old brother."

Tongtian suddenly remembered something, his eyes lighting up as he looked at Taiyuan with eager anticipation.

"This farming way of yours—could you teach me?"

"My Mount Kunlun might be rich in spiritual energy, but compared to your place here, it's nothing but a shabby temple."

"I want to tidy up my own turf too, at least so it's not too embarrassing to look at. Otherwise, I'd be too ashamed to invite you over as a guest."

Taiyuan pondered for a moment upon hearing this, his fingers lightly tapping the Ten Thousand Year Zitan Wood tabletop.

"The way of farming—hard to say it's hard, easy to say it's easy."

"The core is being willing to invest, willing to spend money."

He stood up, walked to the window, and turned to point at the lush, spiritually imposing Innate Spiritual Roots outside.

"Look at these spiritual roots—every single one I've nurtured with top-grade Merit Water and cultivated with Nine Heavens Breathing Soil."

"Big investment, big harvest."

"It's just like cultivation—without effort, how can there be reward? If you try to get something for nothing, all you'll grow in the ground is weeds."

Tongtian nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of sudden realization, as if he'd grasped some profound truth.

"Old brother speaks true—I was thinking too small."

"When I get back, I'll take out every bit of my savings and properly fix up my Mount Kunlun. When it's done, I'll definitely invite you to come inspect it!"

Taiyuan smiled and nodded, then pulled a storage pouch embroidered with mysterious runes from his bosom and handed it to Tongtian.

"Inside are some spiritual root seeds and planting insights. Take them back and study them well."

"If there's anything you don't understand, come ask anytime—between us brothers, no need for formality."

Tongtian took the storage pouch, swept it with his divine sense, and froze on the spot, his breathing quickening.

Inside weren't ordinary spiritual root seeds, but seeds of Innate Spiritual Roots—over a dozen of them, each radiating a dense innate Dao rhythm.

There was also a thick Jade Slip, densely packed with detailed planting insights and cultivation methods—the essence of Taiyuan's ten-thousand-year farming experience.

This gift was far too heavy.

"Old brother, this... this is too precious!"

Tongtian felt a bit embarrassed, wanting to decline, but his hand clutched the storage pouch tight and wouldn't let go.

"Keep it."

Taiyuan waved a hand, cutting him off, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Between us brothers, no need for such words."

"You helped me, and I help you—that's the way of friendship."

Tongtian looked at Taiyuan's face, so sincere and free of any calculation, and a long-lost warmth surged in his heart.

He'd spent so long on Mount Kunlun, honored as one of the Three Pure Ones, yet never felt this kind of genuine treatment from others.

Elder Brother Yuanshi spent all day putting on airs and lecturing on rules, Second Brother Laozi spent all day in seclusion cultivating non-action—only he was left alone, lonely, struggling even to find someone to drink and chat with.

But here, before Taiyuan, he felt true friendship—no exchange of benefits, only a meeting of like minds.

"Old brother."

Tongtian stood up, stowed the storage pouch, and solemnly bowed to Taiyuan.

"This debt of gratitude, I, Tongtian, will remember."

"From now on, you are my best friend."

"If anyone dares to touch you, they'll have to deal with me! I'll draw my sword and cut them down!"

Taiyuan smiled and nodded, inwardly delighted.

Another backer secured, and a steadfast ally of the caliber of the future Jie Sect's Sovereign of Heaven at that.

This networking was getting smoother and smoother.

Tongtian left with a full load, mounting an Escape Light as he departed, glancing back reluctantly several times as if to etch the prosperous scene of Mount Sumeru into his mind.

"Old brother, I'll come back for another meal next time!"

"Always welcome."

Taiyuan smiled and waved goodbye, watching the cyan sword-light vanish at the horizon.

Zhunti stepped out from the side, his face carrying a hint of envy and a hint of admiration.

"Elder Brother, you've really mastered the art of networking."

"Even the Sovereign of Heaven, Tongtian, has become our steadfast ally. Now we have a foothold in the East too."

Taiyuan turned, looking at Zhunti's bald head, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Connections are wealth, friends are resources."

"In this Primordial World, relying on yourself alone isn't enough. You need friends to back you up—that's how you broaden your path."

"Have you memorized this?"

Zhunti quickly nodded, committing these words firmly to memory, his reverence for his Elder Brother deepening even further.

Beyond the Thirty-three Heavens, Purple Cloud Palace.

Within this eternally silent cultivation ground, a strange atmosphere now lingered.

Hongjun sat cross-legged on his cushion, the Primordial Violet Qi in his hand glowing with a mysterious purple light, lying still like a hot potato.

He stared at this Violet Qi that could not be given away, a flicker of complexity and calculation passing through his once-calm, well-like eyes.

Nuwa had achieved sainthood using the Chaos Lotus Seed, completely disrupting his original Heavenly Dao plan.

The script he had prepared, those interlocking schemes of Karma, were all invalidated now.

After a long silence, Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his mouth—a smile tinged with coldness and ruthlessness.

"Since this Violet Qi cannot be sent out, let another Violet Qi take effect."

"The grand trend of the Heavenly Dao cannot be changed; the Calamity must be pushed forward."

He flicked his finger, and an invisible wave of the Great Dao spread from Purple Cloud Palace, instantly reaching every corner of the Prehistoric World and penetrating deep into the minds of every great power.

It was an extremely subtle yet irresistibly tempting message.

Old Ancestor Hongyun possesses the Primordial Violet Qi.

He who obtains the Violet Qi can become a Saint.

This message was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves, reigniting the Prehistoric World that had just begun to settle.

North Sea, Kunpeng's Nest.

Kunpeng coiled deep within his dark, cold lair, his sinister eyes flickering with venomous light, terrifying demonic aura swirling around him.

Ever since he was knocked flying by Taiyuan's Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage at Purple Cloud Palace, he had harbored a grudge. The humiliation of being publicly shamed haunted his dreams with thoughts of revenge.

But Taiyuan's strength was unfathomable, and with the newly ascended Saint Nuwa backing him, Kunpeng dared not act rashly, left only to rage impotently in the depths of the North Sea.

Just then, the message about Hongyun reached his ears.

Kunpeng's eyes lit up sharply, greed surging instantly.

Hongyun has the Primordial Violet Qi?

That's the key to sainthood!

More importantly, Hongyun was on good terms with Taiyuan; they had even shared a hotpot at Purple Cloud Palace, clearly allies.

"Since I can't touch Taiyuan, I'll start with Hongyun!"

Kunpeng sneered coldly, a flash of ruthlessness and calculation in his eyes.

"I get the Violet Qi to attain the Dao, and I spite Taiyuan by cutting off one of his arms—two birds with one stone!"

He rose abruptly, his massive body stretching out in the nest. With a flap of his wings, he stirred up fierce gales and sped toward the direction of the Prehistoric World.

Blood Sea, Old Ancestor Ming He's Dao Field.

Here, blood mist lingered year-round, Sha Qi surged to the heavens, and countless vengeful souls wailed within the sea of blood—a notorious forbidden land in the Prehistoric World.

Old Ancestor Ming He sat cross-legged on the Twelve-Grade Red Lotus of Karma Fire at the center of the Blood Sea, countless blood-colored Sword Qi swirling around him—his companion spirit treasures, the Yuantu and Abi swords, unmatched in slaughter.

When the message about Hongyun reached him, Ming He's eyes snapped open, two terrifying divine lights shooting from his blood-red pupils.

"Primordial Violet Qi?"

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and grating, undisguised greed flashing in his eyes.

He had been stuck at Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal for countless years, unable to break through to Quasi-Saint, let alone become a Saint.

If he could obtain the Primordial Violet Qi, sainthood would be within reach; even Saints would have to yield to him.

"That old pushover Hongyun actually possesses such a supreme treasure—what a waste."

Ming He sneered coldly. With a flicker of his form, he transformed into a beam of blood light, rushing out of the Blood Sea and heading straight for Huoyun Cave.

Huoyun Cave, Old Ancestor Hongyun's Dao Field.

Here, clouds steamed and mists swirled, spiritual energy abundant—a rare blessed cave heaven. It was usually peaceful and harmonious.

Hongyun was in seclusion, comprehending the Great Dao, when suddenly his heart leaped violently, a strong premonition of doom surging through him, as if disaster was imminent.

He opened his eyes, brow deeply furrowed, fingers constantly calculating.

"What's going on?"

"I feel like something bad is about to happen—my mind is unsettled."

He counted on his fingers but could deduce nothing; the heavenly secrets were a chaotic blur, as if obscured by some great power.

This only deepened his unease, even stirring a desire to flee this place.

Mount Sumeru, Council Hall.

Taiyuan was lounging lazily in his chair, the massive Prehistoric Power Distribution Map floating before him, countless dense dots flickering unsteadily.

Suddenly, he frowned, his gaze locking onto a corner of the map.

There, around the light point representing Hongyun, several red markers radiating dangerous auras were rapidly converging.

That was Kunpeng, that was Ming He, and a few other Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal-level existences he didn't recognize, each carrying a thick killing intent.

"Someone's making a move on Hongyun."

Taiyuan said in a low voice, a flicker of gravity and coldness in his eyes.

Hongyun was a friend he had made at Purple Cloud Palace and a crucial link in his network of connections. If something happened to Hongyun, he wouldn't just lose a friend—it would create a gap in the web of relationships he had painstakingly built.

More importantly, during the Hotpot Feast, he had secretly slipped Hongyun meat infused with the Law of Fortune, helping him stabilize his luck. That investment couldn't go down the drain.

If Hongyun died just like that, wouldn't all his previous scheming have been for nothing?

"Second Brother, Third Brother."

Taiyuan stood up, brushed off his robes, and looked at Jieyin and Zhunti, who were sipping tea nearby.

"Pack up. We're taking a trip to Huoyun Cave."

Zhunti set down his teacup, his eyes lighting up as he immediately hoisted the Sky-Turning Shovel resting beside him, brimming with excitement.

"Elder Brother, we're fighting again? Who are we smashing this time?"

Taiyuan shook his head, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Not fighting. Rescuing."

"That Hongyun fellow is born with Sha in his fate. People are always after what he has. Even being a good-natured guy has its risks."

"We're going to help him ward off disaster, and while we're at it..."

A sharp glint flashed in Taiyuan's eyes—the look of a merchant spotting an opportunity.

"Let's see if we can squeeze some benefits out of those covetous bastards."

"After all, saving people comes with a fee. Our Western Sect doesn't do charity."