In The Primal Chaos, My identity Was Exposed By The Heavens - Chapter 44

Chapter 44: The Robbery of the Red Cloud, Irreversible Tides!

Xihe and Changxi resided on Buzhou Mountain, honing their skills alongside Ye Xiu. Under Ye Xiu’s guidance, their efforts were halved, yet their progress was several times greater than when they relied solely on the Taiyin star’s essence absorption for cultivation.

Xihe and Changxi approached the cusp of becoming quasi-sages in just a century, lacking only the right opportunity to prove their quasi-saint status. The most cherished part of their journey was encountering Ye Xiu occasionally.

Apart from their dedicated practice, Ye Xiu occasionally shared his wisdom, further deepening their cultivation.

One day, Ye Xiu was above Buzhou Mountain, sitting on the clouds with an ethereal and divine presence, instructing Xihe and Changxi on the path of quasi-saints. Below, the Heavenly Lord couldn’t help but chuckle and jest, “Though Master won’t admit it, it’s clear he cares for Xihe and Changxi.”

Heavenly Lord knew the sisters and Ye Xiu’s bond was benevolent rather than romantic. However, he still playfully entertained the thought of Xihe and Changxi becoming Ye Xiu’s mistresses. However, this was a mere jest.

Regrettably, Ye Xiu interrupted his teachings by perceiving the remark from above the clouds despite the low volume. Fixing his gaze upon the Heavenly Lord, he calmly suggested, “Heavenly Lord, you seem idle in your practice lately. How about a discussion of swordsmanship with your teacher?”

The Heavenly Lord realized his mistake and began to panic, thinking, “I shouldn’t have spoken thoughtlessly!”

In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiu ascended from the clouds, manifesting a thunderous sword, rending the sky with a wave of his hand. The sword’s ethereal presence was awe-inspiring, leaving the Heavenly Lord astounded.

Ye Xiu’s swordsmanship surpassed the Heavenly Lord’s by an immeasurable margin. “Witness the sword!” he scolded, and his long hair fluttered as he looked like a prince from legend. With a single strike, his blazing sword shattered countless mountains and rivers.

Heavenly Lord, desperate, wielded the Zhuxian Sword to defend himself. A dazzling clash ensued, filling Buzhou Mountain with brilliance and echoing with clashing swords. Despite Heavenly Lord’s pleas for mercy, Ye Xiu pressed on, creating a relentless storm of swordlight, much like a shower of pear blossoms.

“Master’s swordsmanship is truly divine, akin to a peerless swordmaster,” onlookers marveled. “If not for Master’s disinterest in worldly matters and preference for residing on Buzhou Mountain, his swordsmanship alone would have earned him fame in the ancient universe.”

“His strength combined with his modesty creates a man of unparalleled perfection,” they whispered.

As they gazed upon the handsome young man, Xihe and Changxi couldn’t help but smile brightly. Like two young girls admiring their idol, their hearts were in turmoil.

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Buzhou Mountain remained isolated, enjoying its peaceful atmosphere. However, in the vast prehistoric land, a momentous event was unfolding. Above Huoyun Cave, the skies ignited with a sudden and earth-shattering battle. Terrifying auras swept across the world, lightning and thunder crashing as if the very fabric of the universe was on the brink of destruction.

With thunderous roars and fierce clashes, innumerable magical weapons soared into the heavens. Taoist practices and cosmic laws intertwined, unleashing various supernatural powers and laws with unparalleled intensity. During this cosmic conflict, the owner of Huoyun Cave, the Red Cloud Taoist, engaged in a fierce battle against the demon master Kunpeng.

Their offensives were swift and relentless, bearing an aura of immortality. This monumental battle raged for decades, culminating in Taoist Red Cloud sacrificing himself in a cataclysmic explosion.

News of this event swiftly spread throughout the prehistoric region, evoking sorrow and regret among countless beings with great supernatural powers. Many had anticipated Red Cloud’s tragic fate.

In the past, when the Taoist Patriarch Heavenly Purple Palace distributed six futons, the decision to yield the seat to the West was pivotal. This choice ultimately cost Kunpeng the sacred place, leading to his ongoing vendetta with Taoist Red Cloud.

Furthermore, Hongjun’s bestowal of primordial purple energy on Red Cloud Taoist had effectively pushed him to the brink of confrontation. Even without Kunpeng’s involvement, many supernatural beings coveted the primordial spirit’s aura. Spelling continued trouble for Taoist Red Cloud.

As the news of Red Cloud’s demise spread, many beings in the prehistoric world sighed and pondered, “Though Red Cloud possessed the luck to pursue Tao, he lacked the destined fate to achieve it. Thus, his fall was inevitable.”

Following Taoist Red Cloud’s death, on Western Lingshan, Jieyin and Zhunti, who had been meditating with their eyes closed, suddenly opened their eyes. The two shared knowing glances, breaking into smiles. The karmic debt they owed had now naturally dissolved, presenting favorable events for them.

Meanwhile, within the Wuzhuang Temple, upon learning of his best friend’s demise, Zhen Yuanzi’s face filled with grief. He sighed, recognizing that it was a matter of destiny, and commented, “It’s God’s will.”

Zhen Yuanzi reached into the void, employing his supernatural powers to absorb Red Cloud’s remnant soul. In the prehistoric era, small trends could be altered, but the grand scheme of fate remained immutable. Zhen Yuanzi’s act was the only way to honor his departed friend’s memory.