Primordial World, White Lotus Takes Form

There was an immortal island in the East Sea, shaped like a tiny platform. Spiritual energy shrouded it in mist, spiritual radiance covered its mountains and rivers, and immortal light suffused every blade of grass and tree, making it seem like a paradise on earth.

At the center of the island lay an immortal pool. Its waters blended gold, silver, and purple, shimmering with flowing light. Dense spiritual energy condensed into auspicious mists that lingered above the pool without dispersing.

A single white lotus grew within the pool. Its petals were like carved jade, lustrous white and fairer than snow, unfolding layer upon layer into twelve tiers. Three-colored halos flowed along the edges of its petals, echoing the ripples on the water from afar.

It was none other than the famed Abbot Island and the twelve-tier World-Purifying White Lotus.

"Cultivation knows no years; today, I take form."

The white lotus swayed gently, its ethereal murmur carrying a trace of reflection.

Wuchen was the twelve-tier World-Purifying White Lotus.

Countless years ago, he had awakened to find that he had become this white lotus.

When his consciousness returned, the Great Dao bestowed upon him a name: Wuchen.

At the same time, he had received a cultivation method and information about this world from the Great Dao's gift, allowing him to understand his own circumstances.

It turned out that he had transmigrated to the Primordial World and become the twelve-tier World-Purifying White Lotus.

His initial daze had been inevitable.

After all, this was the Primordial World, where Taiyi cultivators were as common as dogs and Daluo cultivators walked everywhere.

Even the aftershocks of battles between great powers could kill untold living beings, let alone those calamities where a disagreement led to Mount Buzhou being knocked down and the Primordial World shattered.

But his daze lasted only a moment.

Strength reigned supreme in the Primordial World, but before strength came something even more important: one's foundation.

One's foundation determined both one's upper and lower limits.

Top-tier innate sacred beings took form as Daluo cultivators. That was their lower limit.

There might not be an absolute upper limit, but without sufficient foundation, one would face countless hardships and need tremendous perseverance and fortune just to touch another's threshold.

By the time one reached that threshold, the other party would already have advanced to an unknown realm.

The twelve-tier World-Purifying White Lotus had originated from the thirty-six-tier Genesis Azure Lotus. Even though it had now regressed to the level of a top-grade innate treasure, it was still among the Primordial World's foremost foundations.

Perhaps it could not compare to stowaways like Hongjun and Luo Hou, but it was absolutely no weaker than innate sacred beings such as the Three Pure Ones, Zhunti, and Nuwa.

His foundation gave Wuchen confidence and allowed him to quickly adjust his mindset.

After cultivating diligently for an unknown number of years, he had finally entered the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal and was about to take form.

Aside from cultivating his mana and comprehension of the Dao, he had also comprehended two divine abilities.

Purification was the World-Purifying White Lotus's innate power, possessing the might to purify everything in the world. Based on this, Wuchen had comprehended the Purifying Divine Light.

The Purifying Divine Light possessed the power to purify all energy in the world.

In other words,

Once the Purifying Divine Light was unleashed, Wuchen need not fear any spells or divine abilities.

Physical attacks excluded.

Wuchen had been nurtured within the Three-Light Divine Water, born with the essence of the Three Lights. Using it as his foundation, he had comprehended the laws of sun, moon, and stars, then used those three laws to comprehend the Life-and-Death Divine Light.

Sunlight wore away flesh, blood, sinews, and bones; moonlight corroded primordial spirits and souls; starlight devoured true spirits and consciousness. This was death within life and death.

When the Three Lights merged, they could revive the dead and regenerate flesh upon white bones. That was the remaining half: life.

The two divine abilities could attack and defend alike. They were Wuchen's greatest reliance at present and would also be his greatest confidence in traversing the Primordial World.

Now that he had entered the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal, it was naturally time for him to take form.

"Buzz!"

As the white lotus in the pool swayed, all the spiritual energy on Abbot Island seemed to be drawn in, surging toward Wuchen, who had yet to take form.

Nourished by endless spiritual energy, streaks of radiant light bloomed from the lotus platform. In an instant, they enveloped all of Abbot Island without leaking out in the slightest.

The Heavenly Dao had yet to emerge, so living beings faced no heavenly tribulations when taking form.

When the radiant light dispersed,

A young man who appeared to be around twenty sat upon the lotus platform. His features were refined as jade, his long hair silver-white, and he wore a white immortal robe with broad sleeves.

Just as the Coffin Lamp had not vanished after Ran Deng took form, the twelve-tier World-Purifying White Lotus had not disappeared after Wuchen took form either.

They were simply linked together, making it difficult to use the lotus lightly. Otherwise, if the twelve-tier World-Purifying White Lotus were damaged, Wuchen would also suffer a certain degree of backlash.

With a thought from Wuchen, the lotus platform beneath him vanished, yet he remained seated cross-legged in midair.

His gaze lowered toward the pool.

"Though the Three-Light Divine Water is good, I have no use for it. Let it remain here."

Abbot Island was one of the Primordial World's top blessed lands and naturally a top-tier cultivation ground. Wuchen had no intention of abandoning such a natural abode.

Wuchen rose to his feet, and his divine sense swept outward, covering the entirety of Abbot Island.

The next instant, his figure vanished from where he stood.

When he appeared again, he was before an island stele nine zhang and nine chi tall and three zhang and three chi wide. Strange runes covered its surface, along with the three words "Abbot Island."

Wuchen sat cross-legged before the stone stele and began refining it.

The island stele was a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure and the core of Abbot Island. Once it was refined, one could control the island's protective formation and enter or leave freely.

As a top blessed land, Abbot Island's protective formation was naturally extraordinary. It was a top-grade innate concealment formation, and none but those destined for it could find its traces.

Sages excluded.

After refining the island stele, Wuchen stood and muttered to himself.

"It is time to go out and take a look."

At this time, treasures lay everywhere throughout the Primordial World. Naturally, Wuchen had to go test his luck.

As for the island...

There were still some acquired spiritual roots, but he would let them grow freely for now.

A cultivation ground needed decorations, after all.

Furthermore, those spiritual roots could draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on their own.

Leaving them here brought only benefits and no harm.

With a thought from Wuchen, the formation automatically opened a gap.

Strangely,

The island's spiritual energy and immortal light did not leak out through that opening.

Wuchen stepped through, and the formation instantly closed.

Even while hovering directly above it, Wuchen could no longer sense Abbot Island's existence. He could only determine its exact location through the island stele he had refined.

"Hmm?"

Wuchen sensed something and turned to look westward, his gaze piercing through space.

He saw a heavily wounded Daoist in black robes, standing atop a twelve-tier black lotus and holding a blood-colored spear. With a twisted expression, he glared at a white-robed Daoist who bore the air of an immortal sage.

"Great Dao above! I, Luo Hou, am willing to offer my flesh, blood, and primordial spirit as a sacrifice, transforming into a Heavenly Demon beyond the domain.

"From this day forth, Dao and demons shall coexist within the Primordial World, one waxing as the other wanes, never to perish. When Dao rises one foot, demons rise one zhang; when Dao declines, demons flourish; when demons decline, Dao flourishes..."

The immortal Daoist's expression changed drastically. He wanted to stop him, but the Great Dao had already cast its gaze down.

With the Great Dao watching from above, who would dare act rashly?

"Granted."

The voice of the Great Dao resounded, and Luo Hou's body suddenly began to burn.

A crazed look appeared on his face.

"Hongjun, before I depart, let me offer you one final great gift."

The moment his words fell, energy began to churn beneath the western lands.

"Damn it!"

Hongjun was greatly alarmed, but before he could react, terrifying energy erupted from beneath the entirety of the western lands.

"Rumble..."

The entire Primordial World shook beneath that terrifying impact. The explosions even burst beyond the Primordial World and echoed into the chaos.

When the aftershocks of the explosion finally subsided and the dust settled,

Both Luo Hou and Hongjun had vanished, leaving behind only the devastated western lands.

"World-Destroying Black Lotus."

Wuchen withdrew his gaze. As he murmured to himself, he could not help sinking into thought.