The Pure World White Lotus has Matured

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The abyss split open, forming a passage. The group stepped through, and the scene before them shifted abruptly.

In the boundless space, nine Dragon Bone Altars floated suspended.

On each altar rested a Dragon Pearl, each radiating a different power of origin.

Ao Gan and the other seven each sensed their corresponding altar and flew up to it.

Qing Xuan, however, walked toward the smallest altar at the center.

The Dragon Pearl on that altar was dim, yet it held a faint trace of Chaos Qi.

As Qing Xuan drew near, the Dragon Pearl suddenly blazed with brilliant light.

A fragment of broken memory poured into his Sea of Consciousness—left behind by the Ancestral Dragon before his fall.

It turned out the Ancestral Dragon had sensed the coming great calamity and peeled away a strand of his origin in advance.

This strand of origin was hidden within the Dragon Tomb, waiting for a fated inheritor.

And Qing Xuan, bearing the bloodline of the Chaos Green Lotus, was precisely able to merge with this origin.

"To receive my inheritance, you must bear the karma of the Dragon Clan," said the Ancestral Dragon's Remnant.

Qing Xuan pondered. The Dragon Clan's karma was no small matter, but the opportunity was rare.

In the end, he nodded. "This junior is willing to take on this duty and revive the Dragon Clan."

The Dragon Pearl transformed into a stream of light that sank into Qing Xuan's brow, and Chaos Qi erupted.

Dragon shadows appeared around his body, intertwining and merging with the phantom of the Green Lotus.

Nuwa and the others, seeing this, quickly stood guard around him, alert to their surroundings.

The inheritance lasted forty-nine days before Qing Xuan finally opened his eyes.

Now his aura was profound, and he had broken through to Mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Even rarer, a text had appeared in his Primordial Spirit: the Chaos Dragon Chapter.

This was a creation of the Ancestral Dragon's enlightenment on Chaos, pointing directly to the Dao of the Origin.

Ao Gan and the other seven also awakened one by one, each receiving a complete ancient inheritance.

The eight of them surged in cultivation, all reaching Mid Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, with their origins fully restored.

As they left the Dragon Tomb, the abyss slowly closed, and the Dragon Souls all let out a long chant.

It seemed both a farewell and a trust placed in the hope of the clan's revival.

On the return journey, Qing Xuan Felt Something and looked toward the Primordial Continent.

At the peak of Buzhou Mountain, Myriad Rays of Sunset Glow shone forth; the Demon Court had already been built.

At the same time, Sha Qi rose from all corners of the land, and the Witch Tribes responded one after another.

The stance of confrontation between Witch and Demon began to take shape, and the aura of the Calamity started to spread.

Nuwa said worriedly, "The great calamity is about to begin. What should we do?"

Qing Xuan replied calmly, "Cultivate with a focused mind and wait for the right moment."

He understood clearly that the Witch-Demon Calamity was ordained by the Heavenly Dao.

Rashly interfering would only invite karma and bring harm instead.

But when they returned to Fangzhang Island, they found the Island Protection Grand Formation shaking.

Above the island hung the phantom of the River Diagram and Luo Book, while Di Jun and Tai Yi stood in the void.

"Daoist Qing Xuan, please come out and meet us," Di Jun's voice rang out.

Qing Xuan frowned. The Demon Emperor Di Jun coming in person was likely no small matter.

He flew out of the formation and cupped his hands. "The Demon Emperor graces us with his presence. This Daoist failed to welcome you properly."

Di Jun got straight to the point. "Daoist, do you know that Hong Yun is here with you?"

"I do," Qing Xuan said frankly. "He is a guest elder of my Fangzhang Island."

Tai Yi said coldly, "Kunpeng is the Demon Master of our Demon Court. I ask the Daoist to do us this favor."

"Hand over Hong Yun, and the Demon Court will remember this debt."

Qing Xuan shook his head. "Since Hong Yun has entered my island, he is a man of Fangzhang Island."

"If the Demon Emperor insists on taking him, why not ask this ruler in my hand?"

The phantom of the Eastern Emperor Bell appeared behind Tai Yi. "Daoist, are you set on this?"

The atmosphere suddenly grew tense, and the auras of both sides clashed in the void.

Just then, a clear laugh came from the horizon: "What a lively gathering!"

The Sanqing arrived riding clouds. Laozi smiled, "Daoist friend Di Jun."

"The matter of Hong Yun is a personal grudge—why must you mobilize the Demon Court's power?"

Yuanshi interjected, "The Dao Ancestor bestowed the Primordial Violet Qi; there is already a fixed fate."

Tongtian nodded to Qing Xuan and stood at a slight distance.

Di Jun's expression darkened. "Daoist friends of the Sanqing intend to interfere?"

Laozi lightly swept his Fly Whisk. "Only reminding you, Daoist friend, do not defy the Heavenly Dao."

So the Sanqing had come this time to relieve Qing Xuan's predicament.

Qing Xuan understood—Tongtian must have said something after returning.

Di Jun weighed the situation for a moment, then finally let out a cold snort. "Forget it."

"I'll set aside Hong Yun's matter for now, but your karmic ties with the Demon Race are not yet resolved."

With that, he departed with Tai Yi, the Eastern Emperor Bell's sound shaking a thousand li.

The Sanqing descended from the clouds. Laozi said to Qing Xuan, "Little friend, you've stirred up trouble."

Qing Xuan bowed. "Thank you, Three Daoist Friends, for your aid."

Yuanshi glanced at Fangzhang Island. "You certainly know how to pick a place."

Tongtian said quietly, "That day at the Treasure Distribution Cliff, I thank you for your guidance."

It turned out that after returning, Tongtian had pondered Qing Xuan's words and gradually grown suspicious.

He began to reflect on whether he had been too compliant with his two elder brothers.

Coming to relieve the siege this time was also to repay Qing Xuan for that day's favor.

The Sanqing did not linger long and soon took their leave.

Qing Xuan returned to the island. Hong Yun wept with gratitude. "I've dragged you into this, Daoist friend..."

"Say no more." Qing Xuan waved his hand. "Just cultivate in peace."

Yet he had a premonition that this matter would not end here.

Since the Demon Race had set their sights on Fangzhang Island, there would surely be follow-up moves.

Sure enough, a few months later, news spread across the Primordial Continent: the Demon Court was established.

Di Jun and Tai Yi formally declared themselves emperors, appointing Kunpeng as the Demon Master.

The Myriad Stars Array began its drills, Star Power cascading down Buzhou Mountain.

The Witch Clan refused to yield. The Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered at Pangu Hall.

The Heavenly God-Demon Array showed its first signs, Sha Qi surging into the sky.

The Primordial Ten Thousand Races were forced to pick sides, and the Calamity Qi grew thicker.

Though Fangzhang Island remained temporarily peaceful, it was like the calm before a storm.

Qing Xuan urged everyone to hasten their cultivation, while he himself bitterly studied the Chaos Dragon Chapter.

One day, as he sat by the pond watching the lotus, he suddenly felt a surge of Heart Blood.

He counted on his fingers and realized it was Nuwa's opportunity approaching—the time of the Creation of Humanity was not far off.

At the same time, the Netherworld Spiritual Treasures in Houtu's hands trembled violently.

They all pointed toward the Sea of Blood, as if calling out to something.

Houtu came to Qing Xuan. "The Spiritual Treasures guide me to the Sea of Blood."

Qing Xuan was silent for a long time, then finally spoke. "I'll go with you."

He knew that Houtu's destiny to transform into Samsara was about to begin.

This might be something that could not be changed, but at least...

He could accompany her on this journey and witness that tragic chapter with his own eyes.

Nuwa insisted on coming along when she learned of it, and Fu Xi naturally followed.

The four people left the island and traveled west, crossing the Primordial Continent toward the Sea of Blood.

Along the way, they saw friction between the Witch and Demon Races escalating into conflict. Flames of war had already risen across the land; the Calamity had officially begun.

Qing Xuan's heart was complicated. He knew the Great Trend but was powerless to reverse it. All he could do was protect the people beside him.

The Sea of Blood came into view in the distance—towering blood waves churned, and vengeful souls wailed. Old Ancestor Ming He seemed to sense something and emerged from the sea.

"All of you come to my Sea of Blood—what business do you have?" His gaze fell on Houtu.