Primordial Saint

The Teaching of Humanity and the Intercepting Teaching ultimately left Kunlun Mountain after all, heading into the Primordial Wilderness to seek their own futures.

Yuanshi Tianzun waved his hand, sending his disciples back to their Daoist Temples to cultivate, while he sat alone in the Three Pure Ones Palace, staring blankly at the empty hall.

A sigh echoed through the great hall, but this time, no other voice answered Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Parting and reunion—so this is what the Wu Clan call parting and reunion."

Separation is the norm of life; no one can accompany another forever.

Hadn't Meng Chen, for the sake of his own Dao path, left his father and clan, left his homeland, and journeyed far to Kunlun Mountain?

Yuanshi Tianzun sat in the Three Pure Ones Palace for three full years. Only after three years did he walk out.

As he stepped out, the doors of the Three Pure Ones Palace slammed shut. A Jade Purity Divine Seal flew from Yuanshi Tianzun's hand and struck the great gates.

A hemispherical light shield appeared over the surface of the Three Pure Ones Palace, sealing it completely into the past.

By then, the Chan Sect disciples had long returned to their respective Daoist Temples to digest the gains from the Dao Discussion Assembly. Among all the disciples, Meng Chen was the busiest.

He had to comprehend the Great Dao Divine Script, refine the Innate Spirit Pill, and deal with the Myriad Dragon Whip all at once.

Fortunately, the Plant Spirit Race had pledged themselves to him; he was not alone. The experts of the Plant Spirit Race could help him condense the Three Lights Divine Water, saving him considerable effort.

Meng Chen promised that for every ten thousand drops of Three Lights Divine Water the Plant Spirit Race condensed, they would receive one drop in return.

When the Plant Spirit Race experts heard this good news, they all eagerly signed up to help Meng Chen complete this task. According to these experts, they weren't doing it for the Three Lights Divine Water—they were mainly swearing loyalty to Meng Chen.

Meng Chen wasn't worried about the Plant Spirit Race making off with the Three Lights Divine Water Bottle either. Who would dare steal a treasure from the Chan Sect?

After handling the matter of the Three Lights Divine Water Bottle, Meng Chen settled down to go into seclusion.

First, he had to transform into a Primordial Saint.

Meng Chen opened his mouth, tossed the Innate Spirit Pill in, and swallowed it with lightning speed.

Boom!

The Innate Spirit Pill entered his body, releasing a vast surge of primordial power that instantly reached every part of him. Feeling the potent medicinal force within, Meng Chen shifted his form, transforming into an Azure Dragon thirty million li long, using his dragon body to refine the pill.

Meng Chen had only just reached adulthood; his dragon body was still not large enough. Once his cultivation improved, he could use Kunlun Mountain as a pillow and sleep sprawled across it.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Every scale on Meng Chen began to emit a faint divine light, the azure glow growing more intense. The power of the Innate Spirit Pill continuously reshaped his body, making it more attuned to the Great Dao.

Azure Dragon Lord Cangwu opened the formation of the Boundless Tree Sea, allowing the Dao charm of heaven and earth to flow into Meng Chen's body. He stood on high alert, guarding Meng Chen, forbidding any unauthorized beings from approaching the Boundless Tree Sea even a step.

Though Meng Chen was a disciple of a sage, if some clueless figure barged into the Boundless Tree Sea, it would still be a troublesome affair.

With each breath, Meng Chen felt as if he had returned to an embryonic state. His mind was utterly clear, free of any impurity. He merged completely with heaven and earth, breathing and sharing fate with them.

He could feel the pulse of heaven and earth—how they ceaselessly absorbed chaotic energy. That chaotic energy, transformed through the Earth Veins, Heaven Veins, and Water Veins, became spiritual energy.

Gradually, the medicinal power within Meng Chen synchronized with the flow and rhythm of chaotic energy through the Earth Veins. Before he knew it, Meng Chen had fallen into a deep sleep.

His consciousness drifted with the energy of heaven and earth, cycling endlessly through the world, never ceasing.

Sometimes, he was all living beings; sometimes, he was mountains and rivers. He comprehended heaven and earth through the turning of the four seasons, understanding the myriad creatures.

Azure Dragon Lord Cangwu directly manifested his Azure Dragon true form, his dragon body as vast as a heavenly pillar standing between heaven and earth, his draconic might pressing down across infinite time and space. Any creature trying to approach the Boundless Tree Sea would face a full-force strike from him.

At this critical moment of Meng Chen's transformation into a Primordial Saint, Azure Dragon Lord Cangwu dared not be the least bit careless. There was only one Innate Spirit Pill, and only one chance to become a Primordial Saint—he would not allow anyone to ruin it.

Some Chan Sect disciples who had not yet entered seclusion gazed toward the Boundless Tree Sea from afar and were awed by Azure Dragon Lord Cangwu's might. They suddenly realized how approachable Meng Chen really was.

Although Meng Chen was closer to Guang Chengzi, Yellow Dragon True Man, Cihang Zhenren, and Yu Ding Zhenren within the sect, he had never suppressed or mistreated his other fellow disciples.

Time flew by—nine Yuanhui.

For those nine Yuanhui, Meng Chen's consciousness had been one with heaven and earth, united with all things.

When he was the wind, he blew between the peaks, overlooking the mountain vistas. When he was sand, he flew across the sky with the wind, enjoying utter comfort.

But he was not always wind, rain, thunder, or lightning. Sometimes he became living beings, became all creatures. Like Pangu, he scattered into countless forms of life.

The Demon Race was him, the Wu Clan was him, the Human Race was him, the Dragon Clan was him. Once, he even became a living being in the suffering lands of the West.

He did nothing—he was merely an observer, powerless to act. He could only comprehend heaven and earth through the being in which his consciousness resided.

As time passed, Meng Chen returned to his own body, carrying countless insights and endless Dao charm.

The moment he awakened, the power of the Innate Spirit Pill was fully absorbed. Every scale on his body bore innate runes, and his dragon body had grown from thirty million li to ninety million li.

Boom!

The aura of a Primordial Saint burst forth from Meng Chen, spreading across half of Kunlun Mountain. Every creature that sensed this aura was filled with reverence.

Meng Chen felt a constant stream of Calamity Fate pouring into the crown of his head. In that instant, his destiny, his fortune, his opportunities—all underwent earth-shattering changes.

The favored child of heaven, beloved by the world's Calamity Fate, guaranteed the qualification to become a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal... Meng Chen finally possessed all of this!

Not only that, but Meng Chen's cultivation had also advanced.

His mana permeated past timelines, reaching all the way back to the moment of his birth, occupying every past timeline up to his present point.

With just a thought, he could gather those past timelines and step into the second realm of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. But he was in no hurry—he was still accumulating.

Building up slowly before bursting forth—that was the cultivation plan he had set for himself. The River of Fate was too good a cheat to discard lightly.

Once he had accumulated enough, he would leap straight from the early stage of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal to the peak of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Though he could not break through, his Primordial Spirit, physical body, mana, and divine abilities had all advanced. The only thing that hadn't broken through was the characteristic of the realm itself.

The characteristics of minor realms do not affect a cultivator's true strength. Breaking through or not—there was little real difference.