The Young Sun is Formed, Karma Fire Burns West

On Zifu Continent, the Fusang Tree stood towering and majestic.

Donghua sat quietly beneath the divine tree, a fragment of the Jade Disk of Creation slowly revolving above his head, cascading countless profound Dao rhythms that enveloped him entirely.

Behind him, the supreme spiritual root Fusang Tree resonated with his aura, branches and leaves constantly seeping out strands of pure Lesser Yang Origin.

These origin forces, like living azure threads, docilely wound their way, ceaselessly pouring into the acupoints all over Donghua's body.

This power was warm and gentle, like the sweet rain of early spring, akin to the Yimu Vital Energy brimming with infinite life.

Utterly different from his original pure and flawless Pure Yang Power, the Lesser Yang Power manifested a vibrant, life-pulsing azure radiance.

As it flowed through his meridians, it was like spring wind transforming into rain, moistening all things silently, nourishing every place it touched, making them tougher and wider.

When the last wisp of Lesser Yang Origin merged into his body, a sudden change occurred.

The spiritual qi of the entire world seemed seized by an invisible giant hand, coalescing into a milky-white vortex spanning a thousand miles, pouring back into Donghua.

At first, it was a howling gale, but soon it condensed into a tangible torrent of Spiritual Liquid. Donghua's body was like a bottomless abyss, greedily devouring the vast essence of heaven and earth. The violent absorption even created a brief vacuum zone behind him.

At this critical moment, the newborn Lesser Yang Origin began to merge with the original Pure Yang Origin.

Azure vitality and purple-gold divine light intertwined and flowed around him, adding enduring resilience to the purest essence.

In a trance, visions seemed to manifest behind him—a purple sun hanging in the void and a green wood reaching the sky—the two origins fusing like a Taiji.

No one knew how long passed. When the last wisp of spiritual qi vanished into his crown, Donghua slowly opened his eyes.

In the depths of his pupils, the left reflected purple-gold, the right azure. Though his aura was as calm as water, his essence had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.

The Lesser Yang Origin was fully refined, and his cultivation smoothly advanced to the late stage of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

What was even rarer was that his comprehension of the Lesser Yang Law had caught up from behind, faintly surpassing the Pure Yang Law that represented his foundation.

This session of cultivation had elevated his physical body, Primordial Spirit, and origin, granting him new insights into the laws.

The improvement in cultivation was by no means small.

But most importantly, he had successfully integrated the Lesser Yang Origin into himself.

The path of cultivation is like sailing against the current—if you don't advance, you retreat. Though this breakthrough was gratifying, it was merely another step on the long journey.

"The road ahead is long, and the path is arduous..."

Just as Donghua was sighing—

Boom—!!!

A sound beyond comprehension did not come from the ears but exploded directly in the depths of the hearts of all living beings in the Primordial World!

The entire Primordial World trembled violently, mountains and rivers shifted, the four seas churned, as if a primordial beast that had slumbered for eons was writhing in agony.

The earth veins, like dying Earth Vein Dragons, flipped wildly, tearing apart everything they bore.

Following this upheaval, an inexplicable sense of sorrow suddenly filled heaven and earth.

This sorrow was not an emotion but the Lament of Laws, the world crying out in pain.

It was so deep and vast—reaching the Kunlun Immortal Realm in the east, the Former Sumeru Land in the west, the Hundred Thousand Great Wilderness in the south, the Ten Thousand Year Cold Abyss in the north, the summit of Buzhou Mountain above, and the depths of the Nine Nether Blood Sea below—that all sentient beings felt it, an unfounded great grief and terror surging from the depths of their souls.

Countless Great Divine Powers changed color in shock, hurriedly calculating the source of the sorrow.

The next moment, every diviner turned pale, their Dao Bodies trembling slightly, and those with lesser cultivation spat blood and fainted on the spot, their Primordial Spirits dim.

It wasn't that the heavenly secrets were chaotic, but the Karmic Retribution of the Destruction of the West was too fierce, having turned into an invisible fire that burned all who dared to pry!

At the same time, in the Western part of the Primordial World.

Centered on Mount Sumeru, the Origin of Western Spiritual Veins, a feast of destruction was unfolding.

Viewed from the nine heavens above, the once-spiritual mountains and rivers were crumbling and dimming at a visible speed, dense Innate Spiritual Qi scattering like a burst dam.

The Earth Vein Dragon that sustained the land's vitality let out a silent wail, snapping inch by inch, turning into withered ash.

The Western world, which had once nurtured countless lives and civilizations, was rapidly dying, reduced to a desperate wasteland of broken laws and exhausted spiritual qi.

Luohu's madness, with the entire West as his sacrifice, left a wound on the Primordial World Heaven and Earth that would never heal.

Donghua did not divine the heavenly secrets, for he already knew the cause of this upheaval.

He stood quietly on Zifu Continent, feeling the lament permeating heaven and earth, the sorrow washing over his Dao Heart like a tide.

"Heaven and earth nourish all beings with all things, yet beings offer nothing in return."

Donghua sighed softly, his voice carrying an unprecedented weight, yet his Dao Heart grew even firmer.

This seclusion had lasted several epochs, and stillness now yearned for movement.

Just as the Dao-Demon Conflict had ended and the Calamity Qi had subsided, the greatest victor, Hongjun, was likely somewhere comprehending the Path to Sainthood.

Now was the perfect time to travel the Primordial World and seek opportunities.

With his mind made up, Donghua set out toward the vast Primordial Continent, wishing to personally experience this reborn world after the calamity.

He walked slowly, but with the power of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, though he seemed to stroll leisurely, he had already crossed countless mountains and rivers.

He did not know how long he had traveled. Just as Donghua was flying, a furious roar exploded beside him like thunder:

"Hey there, Daoist! This is the territory of my Witch Clan—get down here and die!"

The sound wave, carrying a brutal Blood Fiend Qi, surged toward him. Donghua followed the sound and saw a figure as towering as a mountain tearing through the clouds, striding across the void at breakneck speed.

That great man had wild green hair whipping in the wind, his body shrouded in a mingling of Sha Qi and blood aura, as if he were a war god stepping forth from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Donghua's gaze shifted slightly, and he understood at once.

Orthodox cultivators of the Primordial Wilderness emphasized dual cultivation of nature and life, advancing both the Primordial Spirit and the physical body in pursuit of transcendence.

Yet this set of cultivation principles did not apply to the being before him. These were the Witch Clan, born from Pangu's essence blood mixed with the Miasma of the Earth, inherently lacking a Primordial Spirit—a defect impossible to remedy.

They did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, nor did they comprehend the Heavenly Dao. They only tempered their indestructible physical bodies, wielded the Heaven and Earth Laws, and reigned through sheer force.

Though he could not probe their specific cultivation level with his Divine Sense, Donghua had already vaguely guessed the identity of the newcomer based on the surging, overwhelming rhythm of the Laws around him—a rhythm that caused the surrounding vegetation to wildly flourish and then wither in turn.

"An Ancestor Witch who controls the Wood Law... Jumang?"

As the thought flashed through his mind, that green figure had already closed in, carrying the momentum of a collapsing mountain.

Just as Donghua was about to speak and get a sense of the situation, the green-haired great man threw a punch without warning! The fist wind was fierce and violent, carrying a Sha Qi that stung the skin, squeezing the very space into ripples.

Faced with this unreasonable assault, Donghua's gaze sharpened, but he neither dodged nor evaded. His right fist struck out, seemingly plain and unremarkable, yet arriving after the opponent's blow, with a faint trace of Pure Yang Purple Qi swirling around his knuckles.

"Boom!"

The fists collided, producing a dull, thunderous explosion! A violent shockwave erupted outward from the two of them, flattening the forest below.

Donghua's form stood as steady as a rock, while the green-haired great man was forced back three steps, each step thudding heavily against the void.