Prehistoric World: I Wreak Havoc on the Three Religions, You Won't Split Up?

Boom!!!

Thunder roared with the force of ten thousand jun, silver serpents writhing ceaselessly among the black clouds.

Their flickering light briefly illuminated Lü Yue's ghastly pale face.

Xuandan, watching from the sidelines, could not help but feel some surprise.

"Senior Brother's aptitude is far better than I imagined."

"It seems his lag in cultivation must be due purely to comprehension."

Lü Yue, now coming to his senses, shook his head repeatedly, his face twisted with unwillingness as he roared hoarsely.

"Bluffing! It must be nothing but bluffing!"

Yet the might of the Jade Pure Divine Thunder was truly terrifying.

He dared not take it lightly and summoned all his treasures at once.

The Plague Sealing Seal, the Plague Pointing Sword, the Plague Bell, the Plague Umbrella, the Plague Dispersing Whip, and the Headache Hairpin.

Six different treasures materialized around Lü Yue.

A blue-purple miasma of poison surged endlessly from within his body.

The venomous fog that blotted out the sky swept toward the Nine Heavens.

Huanglong formed hand seals, and the Jade Pure Divine Thunder crashed down.

The roiling, surging poison fog was instantly scattered.

Bearing the divine might of heaven and earth, it shook the very space and churned the waves.

Lü Yue strained with all his power, yet he could not withstand the force of the Jade Pure Divine Thunder.

At last, he was struck down onto the island, charred black as coal, utterly powerless to fight back.

Huanglong stepped forward twice, looking down at the dying Lü Yue from on high.

"For the sake of our shared sect, I will spare your life."

"Death is forgiven, but punishment cannot be escaped. You shall be sealed beneath this island!"

Boom!!!

Endless, profound water veins condensed into being.

The heavy pressure of water bore down upon Lü Yue's body.

Even restoring his Magic Power would become a daunting task.

The treasures, now bereft of his power, scattered across the island.

Huanglong gazed at the many artifacts and could not help but sigh.

Here he was, a dignified member of the Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals, without a single suitable spiritual treasure, while Lü Yue, through cunning and theft, had amassed so many.

Unfortunately, the path of Plague Toxin was not one he excelled in.

The Primordial Lord of Heaven despised such petty arts and forbade Chan Sect disciples from practicing them, so these items were utterly useless to him.

Still, he rummaged through Lü Yue's belongings for a while.

Moments later, Huanglong's face lit up with joy as he called out to Xuandan:

"Junior Brother, this Lü Yue really does have some fine things on him!"

"This one, you'll definitely find a use for!"

Chapter 21: Top-Grade Alchemy Cauldron, Xuandan's Opportunity!

Xuandan, who had just landed on the island, was immediately drawn in.

"What is it that Senior Brother speaks of?"

"A Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, or perhaps a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Root?"

The moment these words left his mouth, Huanglong's face was covered in black lines.

He picked up a jade slip and tossed it into Xuandan's hands.

Xuandan poured his Magic Power into the jade slip.

Countless poison pill formulas and insights into toxic arts flooded into his mind.

It turned out to be Lü Yue's lifelong understanding of the path of poison.

Xuandan was overjoyed. Alchemy and poison were inseparable—if he could master these toxic arts, he would gain a formidable new means of attack.

It had to be said that while Lü Yue's character was flawed, in the way of Plague Toxin, he was a rare genius of the Prehistoric World.

In the future, Lü Yue would become the Plague God, and calling him the foremost master of poison in the Prehistoric World would be no exaggeration.

This Poison Scripture was truly an unexpected gain.

By now, Lü Yue had already been sealed within the lake at the center of the island.

Huanglong clasped his hands in a respectful bow.

"Junior Brother, the miasma all around won't disperse, and the seawater has been poisoned by the toxic fog. I need your help."

Xuandan said with a faint smile.

"That's easy."

He casually crushed a few Clear Toxin Pills and scattered them into the surrounding sea.

In an instant, the endless toxic miasma rapidly dissipated.

At the same time, the bluish-purple seawater gradually turned clear.

A vast expanse of golden clouds emerged overhead.

Huanglong's eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed.

"Heavenly Dao Merit?!"

One had to know that for ordinary cultivators, obtaining Heavenly Dao Merit was an arduous task.

It required doing deeds that benefited Heaven and Earth, that benefited the Heavenly Dao itself.

The effects of Heavenly Dao Merit on cultivators were practically a cheat code in the Prehistoric World.

It could elevate a cultivator's realm without any side effects.

It could also be used to comprehend divine abilities, refine magical treasures—its uses were manifold.

Xuandan still stored the Heavenly Dao Merit within his Primordial Spirit.

After all, a small amount of merit was of little use to him.

Better to keep it for when it might be needed.

Huanglong, with an envious expression, clasped his hands and bowed.

"Junior Brother has blessed the Sea Race's living beings; it is only fitting that you receive Heavenly Dao Merit."

"Now that Lü Yue has been suppressed, why not come with This Humble Daoist to the Dragon Palace for a visit?"

"After all, Junior Brother has resolved such a great trouble for me and the Dragon Clan; you should be treated as an honored guest."

Xuandan thought it over. By now, Xuan Du was surely still aiding the Human Race's development.

If he returned to the Human Race, he could only go into seclusion to cultivate, idly refining some pills when there was nothing else.

He might as well go see the Dragon Clan—especially the Dragon Clan's treasury...

Xuandan gave a slight nod.

"Naturally, I'll follow Senior Brother's lead. This Humble Daoist is also quite eager to see the Dragon Clan."

Huanglong was overjoyed and led Xuandan straight toward the Dragon Palace.

Before long, they passed by a blessed land and grotto-heaven.

Huanglong, who was guiding the way, saw this island and felt a jolt of alarm.

Damn it, he'd taken the wrong path!

Huanglong cleared his throat. "Junior Brother, the East Sea is filled with countless blessed lands and grotto-heavens. Many wandering cultivators choose to set their Dao fields here."

"As luck would have it, this place is called Five Elements Island. The island's layout subtly aligns with the Five Elements Law."

"If one cultivates the Five Elements Great Path, setting one's Dao field here would be excellent."

"I deliberately brought you here to see it—it's truly a remarkable sight."

Yes, that's right—he'd brought Xuandan here for sightseeing.

He definitely hadn't taken the wrong path!

Xuandan's eyes also showed surprise and curiosity.

This was the first blessed land and grotto-heaven he had seen since leaving Kunlun Mountain.

It truly broadened his horizons.

The uncanny craftsmanship of the Prehistoric World's nature.

They continued onward toward the Dragon Palace.

After another long stretch of travel, Huanglong gazed into the distance and froze.

No way—he'd changed direction, so how had he gotten lost again?!

He cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Junior Brother, look—the blessed land and grotto-heaven in the distance is called Taiji Island."

"It was formed under the influence of Uncle-Master Tàiqīng's enlightenment into sainthood, creating this wondrous scene of yin and yang intermingling."

"If one cultivates the Yin-Yang Great Path, setting one's Dao field here would surely be ideal."

"Uncle-Master Tàiqīng is highly skilled in the way of yin and yang, which aligns perfectly with your Tàiqīng lineage. I deliberately brought you here to gain some insight."

Xuandan gave a slight nod, fixing his gaze on the imposing Taiji Island.

Two layers of black-and-white clouds continuously merged and intersected—truly a magnificent sight.