Chapter 520
Impossible
"Primordial Purple Qi? Heh... I've already said it, I have no idea where it is! The Dao Ancestor never bestowed it upon me! You... have the wrong person!"
"You still dare to argue even when you're about to die!"
A quasi-saint wielding a giant axe roared and cleaved down with a single blow. The terrifying axe light tore through the void and aimed straight for Hongyun's head!
"Do not--!"
Hongyun let out a desperate roar, using the last of his magic power to activate the Soul-Scattering Gourd to defend himself!
Boom!
Amidst a deafening roar, the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd let out a mournful cry, its light dimmed, and it was cleaved away by the giant axe!
The remaining axe beams struck Hongyun's mangled body without any obstruction!
puff!
Blood splattered! Hongyun's already overburdened body exploded under this attack, turning into a cloud of blood mist!
The physical body collapses!
However, at the instant the physical body exploded, a faint phantom of the primordial spirit, enveloped in a wisp of pale purple mist, drifted out from the blood mist!
That wisp of purple energy was none other than the Primordial Purple Energy!
"Primordial Purple Qi!"
An unprecedentedly greedy light erupted from Kunpeng's eyes, and his figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, rushing straight towards that wisp of remnant soul and purple aura!
"It's mine!"
"Kunpeng! Don't even think about taking it all for yourself!"
How could the other quasi-saints sit idly by? They roared and took action to stop them!
In an instant, the light of all kinds of supernatural powers and magical treasures collided and exploded wildly in the abyss!
The target is that wisp of remnant soul enveloped in primordial purple energy!
Several terrifying attacks struck that fragile remnant soul almost simultaneously!
"what--!"
The remnant soul of Hongyun let out an extremely shrill scream, and its already illusory figure was instantly torn apart and scattered!
It transformed into tiny specks of primordial spirit light, scattering and drifting in all directions!
Under the intense energy impact, that wisp of primordial purple energy broke free from the remnant soul's embrace, transforming into a stream of light that shot towards the depths of the abyss!
"Purple aura! Chase!"
Upon seeing this, Kunpeng and the others no longer cared about the scattered primordial spirit light points. Like sharks smelling blood, they frantically chased after the direction where the Primordial Purple Qi had fallen!
An even fiercer battle erupted at the bottom of the abyss!
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.
Hongjun Daozu, who had been sitting upright on the cloud bed with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment!
Deep within those indifferent and ruthless eyes, there was an almost imperceptible fluctuation.
His gaze seemed to pierce through endless space, precisely locking onto the depths of the Fallen Soul Abyss, where the extremely faint fragments of Hongyun's primordial spirit were slowly dissipating and drifting to all corners of the world.
"Red Cloud... the time for your tribulation has come."
Hongjun silently chanted in his heart, and an invisible, vast power of the Heavenly Dao, like an invisible giant net, began to silently envelop the scattered fragments of the primordial spirit.
He wants to retrieve these fragments, completely erase all traces of Hongyun's existence, and complete the final mission of this crucial piece.
However, just as that vast power of the Heavenly Dao was about to touch those fragments of primordial spirit—
Above the Abyss of Fallen Souls, there is a strange node that is extremely hidden and where even space seems to be frozen.
Di Jun's "Measuring the Heavens" clone quietly appeared.
His gaze was like lightning, precisely capturing a faint point of primordial spirit light, almost integrated with the primordial energy of heaven and earth, yet carrying Hongyun's last obsession, hidden beneath the turbulent energy currents and violent laws!
"You are the one!"
A glint flashed in the eyes of the Heavenly Avatar, and he pointed his right hand like a sword, pointing it at the barely perceptible point of light in mid-air!
A subtle ripple of spacetime spread outwards. The primordial spirit light belonging to Hongyun, as if drawn by an invisible force, instantly broke away from its original drifting trajectory and disappeared into a miniature spacetime bubble condensed at the fingertip of Liangtian's avatar!
Having done all this, the Heavenly Avatar did not linger at all, its form once again merging into the void, as if it had never existed.
Deep within the Abyss of Fallen Souls, the fierce struggle sparked by the Primordial Purple Qi continues, with raging energy turbulence and colliding laws turning the abyss upside down.
However, Hongjun Daozu, who sat high on his cloud bed in Zixiao Palace, had no interest in the squabbles of these ants.
His vast and boundless divine sense, like an invisible net, meticulously swept across every inch of the abyss, capturing and analyzing every faint fragment of primordial spirit that drifted to all corners of the world after the crimson clouds collapsed.
Divine thought acts like the most precise sieve, filtering every fluctuation of the primordial spirit and tracing its deepest origin imprint.
Hongjun was searching for traces that might be hidden deep within Hongyun's primordial spirit, remnants belonging to Pangu—perhaps a special mark, a sealed memory, or a concealed cause and effect.
This was one of his deepest purposes in letting Hongyun fall from grace, and even secretly fueling her downfall.
However, the repeated investigations only revealed the pure, even honest and straightforward, aura of Hongyun's own soul, as well as the trajectory of his fate—entangled by the calamity of the Heavenly Dao and ultimately collapsing.
There was no trace of Pangu's axe-like intent in creating the world, no lingering echo of the Great Dao of Power, and not even the slightest special fluctuation related to that earth-shattering power.
"Really...there isn't any?"
A subtle hint of disappointment flickered in the depths of Hongjun's indifferent eyes.
As the first person in Zixiao Palace to sit on the futon, Hongyun's fate has always been a thorn in his side, and he suspects that it is closely related to the legacy of Pangu.
In retrospect, perhaps it really was just a coincidence? Or perhaps that connection was completely erased over the long years?
Despite the disappointment, there was also a subtle sense of relaxation.
The absence of any trace left by Pangu means that Hongyun, this chess piece, is completely useless, and it also means that a potential variable he was worried about has been completely eliminated.
Without further hesitation, he slightly tightened his vast power of Heavenly Dao, like an invisible giant hand, gathering and erasing all the scattered fragments of the Crimson Cloud Primordial Spirit that were about to completely dissipate into the world.
The last trace belonging to Hongyun was completely reclaimed and annihilated by the Heavenly Dao.
Having done all this, Hongjun slowly closed his eyes, as if nothing had happened, and once again immersed himself in the fusion and deduction with the origin of the Heavenly Dao. The Tribulation of Crimson Clouds was now completely over in his heart.
However, what Hongjun did not realize was that just as his vast divine sense swept across a very hidden spacetime node above the Fallen Soul Abyss,
A faint, almost negligible red streak of light, mixed in with the turbulent energy currents, was quietly enveloped and concealed by an invisible force of spacetime, perfectly evading his detection.
That red light was the core fragment of Hongyun's soul when his primordial spirit collapsed, carrying his last will to survive and his pure essence!
Even more strangely, around this core fragment, there was an extremely faint but ancient and profound dark golden halo that lingered!
This halo is Di Jun's "Measuring Heaven" clone. When intercepting the remnant soul, it used its own power of spacetime origin to simulate and attach to it, in order to conceal its aura and simulate a key disguise similar to the characteristics left behind by Pangu!
It was this disguise that caused Hongjun to subconsciously mistake this crucial fragment for an ordinary, soon-to-dissipate turbulent flow of primordial spirit energy during his investigation, thus causing him to miss it!
At this moment, the red stream of light, which contained the remnant soul of the Red Cloud Core and the simulated characteristics of Pangu, had been taken back to the depths of Emperor Jun's main body's Daoist temple in Mount Sumeru of the Demon Realm by Liangtian's clone.
Di Jun stretched out his palm, and the faint red light floated quietly above his palm.
Inside the flowing light, one could vaguely see an extremely tiny, curled-up phantom of a creature, whose shape... was seven or eight parts similar to that of the Red Cloud Ancestor!
Even more strangely, a dark golden halo slowly circulated around the phantom of the creature, exuding an aura of gestation and rebirth, like a sleeping embryo!
"It actually transformed into an embryonic form..."
Di Jun looked surprised, then understood. "That's right. The core of the Red Cloud's remnant soul is pure and contains the imprint of its life essence. It is also protected by my power of the origin of spacetime, simulating the aura of Pangu creating the world. The combination of the two unexpectedly triggered a kind of opportunity to return to the origin and reshape the foundation when it was on the verge of death... This is indeed an unexpected surprise."
Instead of intervening immediately, he had a thought and created a small, warm bed made of pure chaotic primordial energy in a corner of the dojo, carefully placing the red, flowing light embryo inside.
The light fell into the warm bed, as if it had found its home. The light subsided slightly, and the curled-up phantom of the creature seemed to solidify a bit more, like a miniature red cloud falling into slumber.
After placing the Crimson Cloud Embryo, Di Jun took out the system reward—a palm-sized, unadorned, and antique-looking roulette wheel.
On the roulette wheel are six swirling patterns of different shapes, each radiating a different Daoist aura, representing the Heavenly Dao, the Human Dao, the Asura Dao, the Animal Dao, the Hungry Ghost Dao, and the Hell Dao!
It is a replica of the innate treasure "Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc"!
Although it is just a replica, the aura of the laws of reincarnation flowing on it is extremely pure, faintly connecting with the nascent origin of reincarnation in the primordial world.
This item is a crucial link in shaping the primordial world and shaking the foundation of the Heavenly Dao!
"This treasure is of great importance and must be refined and controlled as soon as possible."
With a slight thought, Di Jun sent out a clone with a similar aura to his, but even more ethereal and otherworldly. This clone was none other than his "Void" clone.
The Void clone took the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc, nodded slightly to the main body, then sat down cross-legged and began to slowly refine this replica of the supreme treasure containing the Great Dao of Reincarnation with its own Void Origin.
Just as Di Jun was dealing with the remnant soul of Hongyun and the Wheel of Reincarnation on Mount Sumeru, in the Wuzhuang Temple in the primordial land...
Zhen Yuanzi sat cross-legged under the ginseng fruit tree, but his mind could not find peace.
Ever since Hongyun left, he had been restless, feeling that something bad was about to happen.
He used his divine sense to probe the quiet room where Hongyun was in seclusion several times (Hongyun lied that she was going into seclusion to meditate when she left). The quiet room was shrouded in a restriction that Hongyun had set up before leaving, and the atmosphere was stable, seemingly without any abnormalities.
Although Zhen Yuanzi felt something was strange, he thought that Hongyun might have really gained some insight, so he suppressed his doubts and did not forcibly disturb him.
However, when news of Hongyun's demise in the Abyss of Fallen Souls, the destruction of his physical body, and the dissipation of his primordial spirit spread throughout the prehistoric world, it finally reached the Wuzhuang Temple—
Zhen Yuanzi suddenly stood up from the prayer mat!
His face turned deathly pale instantly, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably!
"No...impossible! Hongyun...he was clearly in seclusion!"
Zhen Yuanzi let out a low growl, his voice trembling with disbelief.
He shook his head frantically, trying to deny the terrible news.
"Fake!
It must be fake! Someone is deliberately spreading rumors!
But the rumor was so detailed and specific, even describing the location and the attackers in great detail!
A bone-chilling cold instantly shot from the soles of Zhen Yuanzi's feet to the top of his head!
All his previous wishful thinking and self-comfort were shattered by the cruel reality at this moment!
"Seclusion...seclusion..."
Zhen Yuanzi suddenly looked toward the quiet room where Hongyun was in seclusion, his eyes bloodshot.
"Red Cloud! Red Cloud!!"
He no longer cared about etiquette and demeanor, and transformed into a streak of earth-yellow light, rushing towards the quiet room where Hongyun was in seclusion at the fastest speed he had ever traveled!
Boom!
The protective barrier outside the meditation room was shattered by his violent magic! The wooden door turned to dust!
The quiet room was completely empty!
Only one jade talisman, emanating the aura of red clouds, floated quietly above the futon—the very jade talisman with the words "Earth Book" engraved on it that Hongyun had given him before he left!
As for Hongyun himself, he has long since disappeared without a trace!
"what--!!!"
Zhen Yuanzi let out a heart-wrenching roar filled with endless regret and grief!
He trembled as he grabbed the jade talisman, feeling the lingering aura of the red cloud within it. He seemed to see the resolute yet pleading look in the red cloud's eyes as it left!
"Brother Dao... if anything untoward happens... I entrust this item to you..."
Hongyun's last words echoed in his ears!
Overwhelmed by anger and rage, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered, and almost lost his balance.
He gripped the jade talisman tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his palm, blood dripping from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.
Overwhelmed by immense grief, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he let out a heart-wrenching roar to the heavens:
"Red Clouds—!!!"
The sound was mournful and echoed throughout Wuzhuang Temple, filled with endless regret and sorrow.
He hated himself for not forcing Hongyun to stay! He hated himself for not recognizing that clumsy trap sooner!
I hate the Heavenly Dao of this primordial world even more. Why is it so unfair that it has to bring such a fate upon my sincere and kind old friend!
A furious roar echoed through the ginseng fruit orchard, causing the branches and leaves to rustle.
Zhen Yuanzi staggered to the futon where Hongyun usually sat, slowly knelt down, and with trembling hands took out a gourd from his bosom that was entirely red but had dimmed in light and was covered with fine cracks—it was Hongyun's natal magic weapon, the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd!
The moment Hongyun's physical body collapsed, the gourd, far away in Wuzhuang Temple, was already greatly damaged in its spirituality, and the spirit of the vessel cried out in anguish!
Zhen Yuanzi held the cold gourd tightly, as if holding the last breath of his dearest friend, tears streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably.
Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, the heart-wrenching screams echoed for a long time, eventually turning into a deathly silence of sorrow.
Zhen Yuanzi knelt before the cold meditation cushion, clutching the dimly lit, cracked Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd in his arms as if holding the last, cold shell of an old friend.
His eyes were bloodshot, his tears long since dried, leaving only a burning, deep-seated hatred in them.
"Hongyun...my friend..."
His hoarse voice was like sandpaper being rubbed.
"If I don't avenge this, I, Zhen Yuanzi, swear I will not be a man!"
He suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with bloodlust!
Divine senses, like an invisible storm, swept across the entire primordial world in an instant, capturing every clue about the fall of Hongyun!
The horrific scene of Fallen Soul Abyss, Kunpeng's greedy and ruthless face, and the auras of the other participants in the encirclement and killing were etched into his soul!
"Kunpeng!!"
Zhen Yuanzi squeezed out the name through gritted teeth, filled with boundless hatred!
It was him! He was the first to stop the seriously injured Hongyun, he forced Hongyun to hand over the Purple Qi, and he personally pushed Hongyun to the brink of despair!
This scoundrel is the culprit!
An unprecedented and extremely violent Xuanhuang power erupted from Zhen Yuanzi's body!
The ginseng fruit tree shook violently, and the entire Wuzhuang Temple trembled!
He was no longer the ancestor of earth immortals who was in harmony with the world and as gentle as jade, but a chaotic demon god ignited by hatred!
"Kunpeng...North Sea...comprehending to the Primordial Purple Qi..."
Zhen Yuanzi has detected the latest traces of Kunpeng. (End of Chapter)