In The Primal Chaos, My identity Was Exposed By The Heavens

Chapter 23: I, learn from Ye Xiu!

After Houtu left Purple Heaven Palace, she rapidly flew through the chaos and, after hundreds of years, returned to the prehistoric land. However, her mood was terrible, and she didn’t want to return to the Wu Clan. She felt guilty for not being able to find a suitable Taoism for the Wu Clan, so she just wanted some solitude. So, Houtu began to take some time for herself near Buzhou Mountain.

“The Wu Clan’s inherent primordial spirit deficiency, if not remedied, might hinder their future…”

Houtu was deeply troubled, and her thoughts were as tangled as seaweed in the sea. Under depression and frustration, Houtu suddenly looked at the sky and exclaimed, “The laws of heaven are unjust!”

Boom!

As soon as she spoke, there was a thunderous roar in the sky. It seemed like heaven itself was angry.

Startled, Houtu’s body quivered. When she regained her composure, she realized that this disturbance wasn’t due to heavenly wrath but had another cause.

“What an imposing quasi-saintly presence… When did such a terrifying quasi-saintly figure appear in the prehistoric world?”

Houtu was somewhat curious and curious, so she followed that aura. Soon, she arrived in a vast and desolate wasteland. The sky here was overcast, with dark clouds spanning millions of miles, and fierce winds and rains creating a horrifying scene.

Houtu saw a figure holding a three-foot-blue blade, standing high above the heavens, exuding an air of superiority. Their posture was as straight as a peerless sword. The sword energy emanating from this person was razor-sharp and terrifying, to the point that Houtu, a Great Luo Golden Immortal, couldn’t see their face. Just as Houtu intended to approach and see the person’s true identity, a powerful aura rushed towards her.

Boom!

Many sword energies crisscrossed the sky, ravaging the earth and leaving scattered sword marks on the multidimensional space. This person’s sharpness could annihilate anything, and even a Great Luo Golden Immortal could be slain instantly.

“What a formidable sword energy…”

Houtu felt a sense of trepidation and instinctively halted, not daring to move forward. Invisible destruction forces surrounded the figure. Sword energy prevailed for tens of millions of miles around, creating a grim and chilling atmosphere.

Rumble!

Heavy rain poured down at that moment, and thunder roared, astonishing countless prehistoric beings. Even Laozi and Yuanshi, who had recently returned from Purple Heaven Palace, were aware of the terrifying sword energy surrounding them.

“What a terrifying sword force… the edge remains unrestrained; this is a quasi-saintly swordsman of tremendous power!”

Laozi exclaimed, his face reflecting amazement.

Yuanshi was equally surprised, “In the prehistoric world… since when did such a terrifying quasi-saint appear?”

The tremendous aura was not far from where they were, within a distance of eighty million miles. Driven by curiosity, Laozi and Yuanshi exchanged glances and approached this formidable figure. They simultaneously conjured a divine rainbow and soared into the sky.

At the same time, Ye Xiu was meditating on Buzhou Mountain, and he suddenly felt the sword energy tearing through the multiverse, filling most of the prehistoric world. He slowly opened his eyes, gazing into the distant sky, with profound insight spanning hundreds of millions of miles.

His lips curled slightly as he muttered, “Foolish disciple, the Primordial Opening Nine Swords… each sword embodies profound supreme wisdom. It’s not meant to be easily comprehended.”

Meanwhile, on the wasteland, the Heavenly Lord stood in the rain high above the sky. He held a sword, and the powerful sword intent surrounded him, exuding a terrifying presence. Despite the heavy rain, his clothes remained dry, repelling the raindrops with the sword’s energy.

He contemplated the profound power of the universe. After a while, he descended from the sky and headed towards Houtu, who was quietly watching. The Heavenly Lord sighed, “Master’s words are true; the Primordial Opening Nine Swords are too intricate. This disciple was hasty in seeking perfection.”

As he dissipated the sword energy surrounding him, the sword energy cage in the surroundings receded, allowing Houtu to see his appearance. Houtu had met the  Heavenly Lord when they were both Grand Luo Golden Immortals. But she couldn’t have anticipated that Heavenly Lord had reached quasi-saint status after a few thousand years. His mastery of the sword was truly formidable.

Curious, Houtu transformed into a streak of light and approached the Heavenly Lord, intending to greet him and inquire if he had encountered some significant opportunity. After a quick exchange of pleasantries, Houtu told him about her experience at Purple Heaven Palace, where she had desperately sought the Dao for thousands of years, only to come up empty-handed.

Heavenly Lord listened with sympathy and then suggested, “Since even the sage Hongjun doesn’t possess the Dao that the Witch Clan seeks, Houtu, perhaps you can visit Buzhou Mountain and seek guidance from my master.”

Houtu’s eyes sparkled with surprise, “What? The enigmatic figure on Buzhou Mountain is your master?”

Heavenly Lord stood tall and said proudly, “Indeed. I am under the tutelage of Ye Xiu, a master of the way of the sword.”