Demon Ancestor Luo Hou, World-Destroying Black Lotus

Jieyin could indeed sense that the other party's origin was extremely close to his own, but this closeness brought no sense of kinship.

It brought a sense of danger.

Similar origins meant they shared the same source and could devour one another.

Jieyin was not naive enough to believe that the other party would treat him like a true brother. It was far more likely that he would devour Jieyin's origin to complete himself.

Wuchen said, "I will not kill you today. I will give you the chance to take form. When you do, I will return to claim the Merit Lotus.

"At that time, I will use a piece of information to settle this karma.

"This information will bring you nothing but benefits. If the two of you make proper use of it, obtaining a supreme innate treasure may not be impossible."

Jieyin could not help but freeze.

He had thought he was doomed today, yet not only would he not die, he would even gain an opportunity to obtain a supreme innate treasure.

Could such a good thing truly exist in this world?

"Thank you, Senior, for sparing my life. This junior will certainly not disappoint your expectations."

Jieyin did not feel the slightest dissatisfaction.

Losing the Merit Lotus would at most leave him somewhat injured.

He only needed to spend some time recovering.

But a supreme innate treasure was not something one could obtain merely by suffering grave injuries.

Wuchen nodded. "My name is Wuchen. When you take form, recite my name, and I will naturally come to find you."

If one recited the name of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, that Great Luo Golden Immortal could naturally sense it.

It was simply not as exaggerated as with a Saint.

If one's cultivation and comprehension were insufficient, then merely speaking a Saint's name—even with a supreme innate treasure blocking it—would make it difficult to escape the Saint's perception.

As for a Great Luo Golden Immortal, a casual concealment would be enough to block their perception.

Jieyin said, "This junior will remember it well."

With his purpose achieved, Wuchen did not linger. He left the place where the two cultivated and continued his search for the World-Destroying Black Lotus.

The western lands were now incomparably barren. Living beings had either died or fled. Wuchen wandered the west for untold ages without seeing a single living creature.

Opportunities were even more impossible to find.

There was not even a single acquired spirit root, much less an innate spirit root.

On this day,

Wuchen arrived at Mount Sumeru, one of the Primordial World's top blessed lands.

Mount Sumeru should have been a sacred mountain surpassed only by Mount Buzhou and Mount Kunlun in the Primordial World, but it had long since lost the appearance of a top blessed land.

Its main peak had collapsed, its subsidiary ranges had shattered, and its spirit veins had all been annihilated in that great explosion.

Now, it was not even comparable to an ordinary blessed land.

It could not be helped. It had been Luo Hou's dojo and lay at the heart of the battlefield.

Although its main peak had collapsed and its subsidiary ranges had split apart, Mount Sumeru was still worthy of being called the Primordial World's third sacred mountain. Its territory was extraordinarily vast.

It was unrealistic for Wuchen to search all of Mount Sumeru in a short time.

No one knew how many autumns passed in the mountains.

One day, Wuchen arrived above a bottomless rift.

A sudden intuition stirred within him.

The pull of his origin told him that deep within that rift lay an opportunity belonging to him.

In the western lands,

other than the Merit Lotus, only the World-Destroying Black Lotus could likely stir his origin.

He had finally found it!

Wuchen transformed into a streak of white light and fled toward the depths of the rift.

The rift was extremely deep, as though it led straight to the Netherworld.

At first, nothing seemed unusual. But once he entered its depths, Wuchen's intuition began frantically warning him.

A certain energy filled the air.

It was colorless and formless, impossible even to perceive, yet it possessed the power to disturb the mind, assailing Wuchen at every moment.

All the desires that had long fallen silent through countless years of cultivation began to resurface under the assault of that energy.

"Hmph! How dare such trifling demonic qi act so brazenly!"

Wuchen snorted coldly. White light filled with a sacred aura and capable of purifying all laws burst from his body, completely enveloping him.

As the Purifying Divine Light emerged, his mind instantly calmed.

Wuchen's expression did not change as he continued deeper.

With the Purifying Divine Light protecting his body, the demonic qi could no longer affect him in the slightest.

The rift should have been a crack created by the explosion.

It was broad at first, allowing him to pass freely, but after traveling several dozen miles, it gradually narrowed until it could no longer accommodate a person.

This did not trouble Wuchen.

His body turned into white light and slipped into the narrow fissure.

After traveling another dozen or so miles,

a black hole no more than a few zhang in diameter entered Wuchen's view.

The pull of his origin pointed directly into it.

Wuchen did not hesitate for long before plunging headfirst into the black hole.

He lost his vision for a moment.

When his sight returned, he was already in a small world.

A small world without sun or sky.

This world was deathly still and entirely devoid of life. The pervasive demonic qi had condensed into black mist, dyeing the entire world black.

"What terrifying demonic qi. If not for the Purifying Divine Light protecting me, I would likely have been demonized the instant I entered this world."

Wuchen muttered solemnly.

"Hahaha..."

An unrestrained laugh suddenly rang out, echoing in from all directions.

"I had thought that only after the demonic path flourished would I have a chance at rebirth. Yet I never expected such a foolhardy junior to deliver himself to my door."

Wuchen frowned slightly as his divine sense swept outward.

This world was not large. His divine sense could easily cover the entire place.

Unfortunately, he found nothing unusual.

However, guided by the pull of his origin, he did find the World-Destroying Black Lotus.

Though it was hidden very well.

Wuchen moved, breaking through layer after layer of black mist as he arrived at a certain place.

This place appeared no different from anywhere else.

There was still only dense black mist and ground resembling black soil.

"Hmm?"

Luo Hou's voice rang out again, carrying a trace of surprise.

"So you are the World-Purifying White Lotus. No wonder you were able to find your way into this newly born Demon Realm."

As Luo Hou's words fell, the black mist before Wuchen churned. An invisible formation activated, revealing a pool of black water.

A black lotus swayed in the pool, and a phantom sat cross-legged upon its lotus platform.

The phantom was extraordinarily indistinct, as though it might disperse at any moment. It resembled the Luo Hou Wuchen had once seen, with a blood-red spear laid across his knees.

Wuchen looked him over, his calm tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"If you were in your prime, I might fear you somewhat. But in your current state, there is no need to put on such a mysterious act."

"Hahaha..."

Hearing this, Luo Hou threw back his head and laughed, his laughter full of ridicule.

"How could a mere Great Luo like you possibly understand the mysteries of the Primordial Unity realm?"

Wuchen flipped his right hand, and the fused Yuantu and Abi Swords appeared in his grasp.

Though he had yet to refine the two swords, he could still wield a portion of their power.

At the very least, it was enough to handle the current situation.

"If you truly had confidence, you would not be wasting your breath with me here."

Wuchen pointed his sword at Luo Hou.

"I am determined to obtain the World-Destroying Black Lotus. Let me see the mysteries of the Primordial Unity realm for myself."

Luo Hou's expression darkened.

Since the other party had already seen through his true circumstances, there was likely no peaceful resolution today.

Luo Hou naturally did not fear ordinary Great Luos, but this opponent was the World-Purifying White Lotus. The laws of purification inherently restrained the laws of darkness.

And now, he was merely a lingering remnant of consciousness. How could he possibly be this opponent's match?