Seeing Meng Chen tuck away an Innate Spirit Pill, some of the more knowledgeable disciples of the Intercepting Teaching and the Western Church were consumed by envy and jealousy!
Who among them did not want to become a Primordial Saint?
A Primordial Saint was favored by the Calamity Fate of heaven and earth. For them, attaining the Great Luo was as easy as eating and drinking.
As disciples of Saints, they had the protection of Saints and did not need to worry about dying before reaching their potential. In the future, Meng Chen would certainly attain the Great Luo. There was no doubt about it.
That was also why Yuanshi Tianzun had laughed so heartily.
His Chan Sect had already secured a Great Luo Golden Immortal. No external force could change that outcome, so naturally Yuanshi Tianzun was delighted.
Wu Liangzi nearly bit his teeth apart. The others merely envied and resented Meng Chen, but he envied, resented, and hated him. He was a Primordial Saint—why was his Calamity Fate not as good as Meng Chen's?
Whoosh!
The instant Wu Liangzi lost focus, a flash of treasure light shot toward him.
After diligent cultivation, Wu Liangzi had already recovered his Golden Immortal cultivation. Even while distracted, his reactions were unaffected. He reached out and seized a crimson ball of light in his hand.
Boom!
The instant the ball of light landed in Wu Liangzi's palm, it expanded violently, erupting with intense light and heat. It was as though a sun were about to explode, engulfing Wu Liangzi completely in light and heat.
From the others' perspective, Wu Liangzi had transformed into a sun. Solar True Fire blazed fiercely, annihilating space-time and scorching heaven and earth.
The light and heat erupted quickly, but were suppressed even faster. The sun had only just appeared before Wu Liangzi used immense magic power to suppress it within his palm.
"Solar Core?!"
Only then did everyone see what treasure Wu Liangzi had obtained. The treasure in his palm was clearly the core of a sun!
Only the core of a sun possessed such abundant Solar True Fire, and only the core of a sun could nearly catch a Golden Immortal off guard.
The Primordial World contained countless heavens and worlds, so naturally it did not have only one sun. In different worlds, the suns varied in size and power.
Yet regardless of which world they belonged to, suns were treasures of heaven and earth.
"Junior Nephew Wu Liangzi truly is a Primordial Saint, blessed with profound fortune. Even a treasure like the Solar Core flew into his hands."
Seeing this, Sage Zhunti praised him sincerely.
Saints truly had a strong ability to accept new things. If it had been any other great expert, they could never have so naturally called Daoist Ran Deng "Wu Liangzi."
Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly. "Wu Liangzi's heart for the Dao is extremely firm. He would rather abolish all his cultivation than enter my Chan Sect. Since he has obtained such a fortuitous opportunity, I, as his teacher, am happy for him as well."
Rumble!
At that moment, Sacred Spring Peak began shaking violently once more, and fierce roars rose from deep within the earth. The sound was like mountains collapsing and tsunamis crashing, shaking the soul. The treasure light rising from the Treasure Springs grew even richer, dyeing the sky in dazzling colors.
Everyone held their breath and stared tensely at the Treasure Springs, for they knew the second wave of eruptions had begun.
Heaven and earth were a massive pill furnace. All things in the myriad heavens, the desires of people's hearts, love, hatred, and enmity were the materials within that furnace.
Ten million years might not have been long in the Primordial Wilderness, but the Heaven and Earth Furnace had never stopped forging treasures. Every eruption might spew forth a treasure that had been refined since ancient times.
Meng Chen's Innate Spirit Pill and Wu Liangzi's Solar Core were both examples of this.
No one knew what sort of treasures would erupt next.
Boom!
The second wave had only just begun when something enormous appeared.
A gigantic bronze dragon burst out from one of the Treasure Springs, shattering space-time and the Great Dao as it charged upward into the Ninth Heaven.
The giant dragon coiled across the sky, blotting out the Starry Sea. Its body was countless light-years long, and when it opened its eyes, they nearly rivaled the sun and moon in brilliance.
Under its shadow, even Sacred Spring Peak had become as insignificant as an ant. With a flick of its dragon claw, Sacred Spring Peak would be reduced to ashes.
Its dragon might was like a prison, its divine might like an ocean, and an invisible force blanketed the entire world.
However, with five Saints present, the younger generation remained calm. Other than Hongjun Daozu, no one could harm them under the watchful eyes of five Saints.
Roar!
The dragon let out a roar, and heaven and earth trembled, galaxies exploded, and countless stretches of space-time were destroyed. That dragon roar even penetrated the past and future, directly beginning to alter the disciples' memories.
Then, countless images rose from the earth, scene after scene appearing before them.
On the Dragon-Phoenix Ancient Battlefield, corpses covered the ground and blood flowed into rivers. The earth was piled with the bodies of the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan. Four divine swords gleaming with chilling light were embedded deep within the Earth's Veins, silently absorbing the essence blood of the three clans' experts.
The Four Immortal Slaughtering Swords!
All the Saints and younger disciples looked toward Master Tongtian in unison. It was these four vicious swords that had established Luo Hou's supreme status in heaven and earth.
Later, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation fell into Master Tongtian's hands. With his supreme magic power, he purified their demonic nature, turning them into treasures of the immortals.
As their essence blood drained away, the Dragon Clan experts' bodies could no longer endure. The Great Dao Laws, primordial energy, origins, and everything else within them dispersed into heaven and earth.
Yet though the dragons had died, their obsessions had not vanished.
Over the long years, those obsessions gathered together, forcibly drawing back the Great Dao Laws, primordial energy, and origins they had scattered throughout heaven and earth in life. They became a dragon soul and sank deep into the earth.
The Dragon Clan had incurred heaven's condemnation, so the dragon souls of the Archaic Dragon Clan were naturally not tolerated by the world. Not only had they failed to cultivate into dragons, they had instead been forged by the Heaven and Earth Furnace into an unparalleled divine weapon—the Myriad Dragon Whip.
Everyone understood now. This giant dragon was not a real dragon, but a divine weapon.
Upon learning this, everyone could not help but feel boundless anticipation for the Myriad Dragon Whip. Containing the Great Dao Laws and origins of countless dragons, such a treasure was absolutely the dream of every cultivator.
"Fortunately, we can't fight over it."
The disciples subconsciously glanced toward Meng Chen. If they had been allowed to fight for it, none of them would have stood a chance.
"Senior Brother Yuanshi, who do you think the Myriad Dragon Whip will choose?"
Sage Zhunti narrowed his eyes.
Naturally, he hoped the Myriad Dragon Whip would choose him as its master. If that happened, his standing among the Saints would rise.
Yuanshi Tianzun stared at the Myriad Dragon Whip and shook his head. "That depends on the disciples' fortune."
The moment his words fell, the giant dragon in the void rapidly condensed into a nine-foot bronze whip. A vast stretch of space collapsed after losing the support of the dragon's body. Fragments of space rained down across the heavens, and black spatial rifts filled the sky, as though the world had reached its end.
Seeing this, Sage Laozi frowned and waved his whisk. Everything returned to normal.
The Myriad Dragon Whip suddenly descended onto Sacred Spring Peak. Like a swimming fish, it darted among the disciples. Daoist Maitreya saw an opportunity, and when the Myriad Dragon Whip reached him, he reached out to seize it.
Bang!
A scream rang through Sacred Spring Peak. Daoist Maitreya had not only failed to catch the Myriad Dragon Whip—his palm had been pierced through by it.
Seeing this, the other disciples no longer dared entertain any schemes. They could only stand obediently in their respective places and wait for the Myriad Dragon Whip to choose its own master.
After restoring his hand, Daoist Maitreya looked at the Myriad Dragon Whip with wary eyes. He knew he had acted rashly.
The Myriad Dragon Whip darted among the crowd, occasionally pausing before a disciple. But with Daoist Maitreya's example before them, no disciple dared reach out and grab it.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
After a burst of whistling, the Myriad Dragon Whip arrived before Meng Chen. Meng Chen's heart was incomparably calm. He also desired treasures, but he would not pursue them madly. The Great Dao was the foundation of cultivation.
The Myriad Dragon Whip did not stop before Meng Chen. With a whoosh, it transformed into a point of light and entered Meng Chen's body.
"This..."
Daoist Duobao stretched out a helpless hand, utterly dumbfounded.
He was Daoist Duobao!
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