Blood Pills Still Taste Better

Guiyuan slowly shook his head upon hearing this.

"The Three Clans already consider themselves masters of the Primordial World?" he murmured to himself. "Facing the strong, yet still so arrogant. No wonder they will fall in the future."

He had already seen that this dragon and qilin were wreathed in blood light, heavy with karmic sin—clearly vanguards of their clans' territorial expansion, having committed countless slaughters.

"Perfect. Become my nourishment."

With a thought, no words were needed.

The Xuanyuan Controlling Water Flag and the North Xuan Stele manifested from the void, trembling slightly!

Hum—!

A black light water curtain and thick Xuan-Yellow Qi interwove, instantly sealing off the void for ten thousand li, cutting off inside from outside.

Immediately after, fierce Sha Qi surged skyward!

Blades, spears, swords, halberds, bells, pagodas, mirrors, banners... thirty-three black shadows materialized, forming a vicious Sha purgatory that instantly engulfed the dragon and qilin!

At the same time, profound Dao rhyme flowed at Guiyuan's fingertips.

Great Karma Technique!

An invisible ripple swept out, instantly disrupting, blurring, and even temporarily erasing the subtle karmic connection just formed between him and the dragon and qilin.

Though not as thorough as Styx's Yuan Tu and Abi, which killed without karmic stain—leaving no "record" in heaven and earth—it was enough to obscure the Heavenly Secrets, preventing their clan elders from tracking them by trace.

Only after doing all this did Guiyuan take a step forward, entering the suppressed void.

The dragon and qilin, so arrogant moments ago, were now crushed to the ground by endless Sha Qi, their dragon bones nearly shattered, qilin armor cracked, eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

They hadn't even seen how their opponent had struck!

Guiyuan looked down, gazing at the struggling beasts beneath his feet, his voice calm:

"Did your elders never teach you... to show respect before the strong?"

Guiyuan's gaze was indifferent as he swept over the still-struggling dragon and qilin beneath his feet.

No wasted words, not even giving them another chance to speak.

He raised his hand and pressed down.

"Collect!"

The Heavenly Sha Pagoda's black light flared, and a terrifying suction instantly enveloped them both.

The dragon and qilin could only let out half a furious roar before their massive bodies were forcibly shrunk and sucked into the pagoda.

The pagoda trembled, and from within came a grinding sound that set one's teeth on edge. Boundless blood and qi surged, Taiyi Dao spilling outward, only to be suppressed by the surrounding formation.

After a moment, all fell silent.

Guiyuan moved his mind slightly, and the pagoda's base spat out two things.

A pile of Essence Qi Pills, each the size of a dragon's eye, red as blood beads, far surpassing those refined from Ferocious Beasts before. The pills' surfaces steamed with blood and qi, radiating vast life energy.

And two Law Dao Pills, each the size of a pigeon's egg, shimmering with different Dao rhymes. One held a dragon-shaped water vapor, the other exuded qilin earth virtue.

"Blood pills taste so much better. And the blood and qi of these innate races are far more vigorous than those Ferocious Beasts born of Chaos Sha."

Guiyuan sensed it clearly. No wonder the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin—these three innate clans—had ultimately ended the Ferocious Beasts.

Compared to the Primordial World's Innate Beings, the Ferocious Beasts, wielding the Chaos Dao and Chaos Sha, were practically specialized against the Primordial World.

Unless one's Origin Foundation was that of an Innate Sacred—but how many Innate Sacreds were there?

Most in the Primordial World were Innate Beings.

Innate Sacreds were born wielding the Great Dao, while Innate Beings could at most comprehend the Dao more easily.

Their own Daos struggled against the Ferocious Beasts in combat.

Moreover, the Ferocious Beasts' physical bodies were even stronger than those of same-realm Primordial Innate Beings.

Their Dao techniques couldn't gain the upper hand.

And their bodies were weaker—how could they fight?

But the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans could match them physically, so naturally they prevailed.

Guiyuan opened his mouth and inhaled.

All the Essence Qi Pills turned into a torrent, surging into his body. Scorching blood and qi energy exploded instantly, washing through his limbs and bones.

At the same time, he drew in the surrounding Sha Qi that had yet to dissipate, using the Mysterious Turtle Supporting the Heavens technique to forcibly blend blood and qi with Sha Qi, tempering his flesh.

The ancient patterns on the turtle shell faintly glowed, and his physical strength slowly increased on the edge of destruction and rebirth.

Next—

He crushed the two Dao pills, and the insights into the laws of the Primordial World regarding the Water and Earth Great Daos flowed into his heart like a clear spring.

Within him, the Three Thousand Great Dao runes from the Eternal Life Great World trembled faintly, cross-referencing and contrasting with them.

The similarities and differences became clear in his mind.

After a moment, Guiyuan opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing and vanishing.

Feeling the increased power within him and the clearer comprehension of the laws, he felt as if he had returned to the Eternal Life Great World.

"Indeed, working behind closed doors is ultimately too slow," he murmured to himself. "To rise quickly, I have to wade into this great tribulation!"

"Only in this world-sweeping calamity of slaughter can I devour freely and kill to my heart's content!"

Now, the three clans—Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin—had already begun their clashes.

It seemed it wouldn't be long before the most intense phase arrived, when countless beings would take the stage.

At his Taiyi level, he could hardly get involved; he had to reach Daluo to claim a share of the great tribulation.

He needed to hurry.

Guiyuan did not stop walking; he pressed deeper in.

The oppressive pressure of Mount Buzhou grew heavier, like a tangible weight pressing on his shoulders and sinking into his heart.

An ordinary Taiyi cultivator reaching this point would already find every step difficult, forced to use their magical power and physical body to resist, and due to Pangu's suppression, a strong physical body was actually more advantageous here.

No wonder the Wu Clan had managed to survive here for so long.

Arriving at a certain spot, Guiyuan's form paused slightly.

In the unseen, a thread of karmic causality silently coiled around him, faint and elusive, guiding his direction.

In the Primordial World, treasures were won by those with fate.

The word "fate" was profound and mysterious—sometimes drawn by luck, sometimes summoned by merit.

Having resolved to restore the North, he had gained the recognition of Heaven and Earth, with luck and merit accruing to him. It was only natural that blessings and opportunities would come seeking him.

Still, obtaining a fortune often consumed merit or drained luck—gain and loss, that was the Great Dao.

"Just entering Mount Buzhou, and an opportunity comes on its own?" His mind stirred slightly, and he followed the pull of that karmic thread forward.

After a short while, he arrived at a valley.

The valley was empty and silent, appearing ordinary, with only rocks, trees, and grass.

But Guiyuan's keen senses detected something unusual about the space here; the flow of Dao resonance subtly aligned with innate numbers, forming a hidden formation.

"An Innate Great Array..." He frowned slightly.

Places where Innate Spiritual Roots or Innate Treasures were born often had Innate Great Arrays to conceal their spiritual aura.

Such formations were born of Heaven and Earth, profoundly mysterious and difficult to break. The more precious the innate object within, the more wondrous the array.

Just as he was about to carefully study the formation's pattern, he suddenly sensed something.

Guiyuan's form flickered, instantly diving into layers of void, his aura fully concealed.

The Great Concealment Technique enveloped him, and the power of the Xuanyuan Controlling Water Flag subtly disrupted the surrounding Heavenly Secrets and traces of his existence.

He became like nothingness, quietly observing.

Before long, two streaks of light came from the horizon, landing in the valley, revealing their forms.

They were a man and a woman.

The man had a handsome face, clad in a Bagua Daoist robe, his aura gentle and upright, carrying the ethereal sense of one who deduced Heavenly Secrets.

The woman had a graceful figure and stunning beauty, her entire being brimming with spiritual vitality, the Dao resonance of life flowing naturally. Her cool gaze swept over the valley with a probing intent.

Hidden deep in the void, Guiyuan recognized these two at a glance, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

What a coincidence?

Fuxi and Nüwa!