"Is this the foundation for attaining sainthood, the primordial purple qi?"
Inside Nuwa's cave abode, Ling Feng carefully studied the primordial purple qi drifting before him.
It was a hazy mass of dark purple, seemingly shaped yet truly formless, shifting unpredictably as Dao resonance curled around it...
"With this primordial purple qi, I can comprehend the space-time law and the Great Dao of Strength more clearly..."
Delight spread across Ling Feng's face, and he drained the cup of Enlightenment Tea that had long since been brewed beside him.
Soon, a flash of inspiration flickered through Ling Feng's mind, instantly opening his consciousness to profound mysteries and drawing him into an indescribable state of enlightenment...
Five Villages Temple.
At that moment, Hongyun sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, devoting all his efforts to comprehending the primordial purple qi within his primordial spirit.
After Hongjun's third lecture, just as in the original course of events, he had accepted the Six Disciples of the Xuan Sect and bestowed primordial purple qi upon them.
The final strand of primordial purple qi had still fallen into Hongyun's hands.
Little did he know that this was Hongjun's scheme.
Hongyun had been sold out without even realizing it, and he was still smugly delighted. Now, the mighty cultivators of the Primordial World had set their sights on him, leaving him no choice but to hole up in his friend Zhenyuanzi's Five Villages Temple, attempting to comprehend the primordial purple qi and attain sainthood.
Yet after years of contemplation, he had gained nothing whatsoever. Instead, his cultivation progressed sluggishly, making Hongyun increasingly anxious.
The more anxious he grew, the more obsessed he became. For a thousand years, he had been contemplating this primordial purple qi, but it was like a stone in a cesspit-stinking and hard. Even