What Was This Supposed to Be?

Warm sunlight shone over the innate Spirit Roots and Spirit Plants flourishing in the spirit fields. Everything was thriving, a refreshing fragrance filled the air, and beneath his feet was soil teeming with life.

Compared with the blood pool full of turbid Qi and Sha Qi, this place was paradise.

For a dazed moment, Xiang Dong really thought he had gone to heaven.

After all, he had laid a solid foundation for the Primordial World's future at the cost of his own life.

Having made such a great contribution, shouldn't he get to go to heaven?

Unfortunately, this was the Primordial World. The Western Paradise did not even exist yet, so where would heaven come from? It was nothing but a pipe dream.

As Xiang Dong gradually came to his senses, he suddenly realized that he had not died. His Primordial Spirit had transferred.

It had moved to his strongest offshoot clone, making it his main body.

But his current state was completely different from before.

He could feel a strange connection.

Deep within Buzhou Mountain, in the blood pool of Pangu Hall, there was still another "him."

That "him" was like an alternate account running a script, leveling up while idle. It was fully automatic and needed no input, leaving his hands completely free.

Leveling up the alternate account was simple: it acted as a little sun in the blood pool, tirelessly releasing a ceaseless stream of purifying light.

And so his great purification project continued. With the help of the Pangu Jade Marrow and heart's blood, it was progressing quite smoothly.

Meanwhile, here in the spirit fields, he was like a main account that had been kicked offline, and he even had a main quest.

"What is this? Did I hit a bug, or am I running on two cores?"

"One of me is slaving away in the blood pool, while the other me... is slacking off here?"

After carefully examining his situation, Xiang Dong discovered that although he was connected to the self in the blood pool, he could not transfer his consciousness back. That also meant he had lost control of that body.

However, some things could be synchronized and received in real time.

Inheritances, Principle imprints, and certain real-time information flowed through the connection from the "him" in the blood pool.

First was Pangu's inheritance. Both the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had inheritances they could cultivate.

They had simply inherited different things. Each of the Twelve Ancestral Witches had a Principle at their disposal, as well as the Nine-Turn Profound Art, and mainly followed the path of cultivating the body.

Although the Three Pure Ones had no Principles, they had the supreme treasures of the opening of the heavens, and thirty percent of the merit from opening the heavens had also been left to each of them.

At the same time, they were given different paths to follow: Laozi cultivated the Dao of Alchemy, Yuanshi focused on the Dao of Artifacts, and Tongtian followed the Dao of the Sword.

As long as the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches inherited their legacy and developed steadily, the heights they could reach would surely be great.

Unfortunately, both the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had been schemed against. They had played a good hand disastrously, and in the end, none of them came out a winner who could laugh last.

But now, thanks to Pangu's private stash, that drop of heart's blood and the Pangu Jade Marrow had completely fused with his body in the blood pool.

So Xiang Dong's idle alternate account was now a Pangu descendant of impeccable lineage, with a frighteningly pure bloodline. Wasn't it only natural that he had an inheritance to cultivate?

Speaking of this, Xiang Dong had a bucketful of bitter tears to shed.

Thinking back to when he had first transmigrated to the Primordial World, Xiang Dong had been full of anticipation, hope, and longing for the future.

Unfortunately, as the days went by, he received none of those golden fingers: no system, no panel, and no diary.

And the innate sunflower had not been a Spirit Root, but a Spirit Plant. There was a great difference between the two, because Spirit Plants were not unique; multiple specimens could exist.

Their lower limit was low, and so was their upper limit. Even a top-grade Spirit Plant could not compare to a middle-grade Spirit Root.

Xiang Dong could count himself lucky. He had absorbed the first ray of light from the opening of the heavens and only then become an innate Spirit Root. Having gained spiritual intelligence, he could also be considered an innate divine being, and he had acquired the trait of being undying and indestructible.

But he had no inheritance or Cultivation Practice Method, so after all these years, he still had not successfully taken human form.

By the cultivation levels of the immortal path that Dao Ancestor Hongjun would pass down in the future, Xiang Dong was only at Golden Immortal Great Perfection, and even that had been built up bit by bit over all those years.

He had muddled along for so long, figuring things out blindly on his own, no different from an unorthodox Rogue Cultivator.

And now he had reached his destination in a single step—even ascended to heaven in one bound—and obtained the inheritance of the great Pangu.

Besides the inheritance, two clear Principle imprints had also appeared in his sea of consciousness.

One was [Light].

The other was [Creation].

Who else got treatment like this!

Yet Xiang Dong, who had received such a rich inheritance, felt no joy at all. Instead, he propped up his flower head and began questioning his life.

Had this happened when he had first transmigrated, he would definitely have been delighted, but now he was bent on dying.

"I want to die, not get an inheritance, all right? Why is it so hard to die?"

"Why does it feel like every time I die, I get a little stronger?"

Xiang Dong could not help falling into thought, but he did not dwell on it. The road to death was long and the burden heavy, and he still needed to keep at it.

"Come on, work hard. I'll definitely succeed, but first I'll finish the great purification project."

His clone in the blood pool was still working, and Xiang Dong did not need to pay him any special attention; he could simply leave him running idle. Pangu Hall was a very secure place, somewhere even the Heavenly Dao could not enter.

But if he wanted to complete the great purification project, his clone's purification alone would not be enough, even with the help of Pangu's heart's blood and jade marrow.

Before Pangu's will dissipated, it had left Xiang Dong a message: he was to find a spiritual treasure.

As long as he obtained that spiritual treasure and combined it with his purification ability, the completion of the great purification project would be within reach.

That spiritual treasure was in the East Sea, and judging by his travel speed, it would take at least several primordial cycles to get there from Buzhou Mountain.

To travel faster, Xiang Dong felt it was still necessary to cultivate and raise his realm.

He could also study the two Principles. Light traveled very fast, though it was still a little slower than teleportation.

But what about faster-than-light speed? Faster-than-light speed seemed to fall within the scope of acceleration through curved space.

Xiang Dong scratched his head, feeling that his scalp was terribly itchy. Thinking about such complicated physics problems gave him the illusion that he was about to grow a brain.

No, this was not an illusion. It was feasible.

The Light Principle—he had it.

The Space Great Dao—he had that too, given to him by Yangmei.

Others might be unable to combine the two, but he certainly could. As he pondered, Xiang Dong gradually became immersed in comprehending the Principles.

It would have been fine if he had never touched it, but once he did, Xiang Dong became so deeply absorbed that he could not pull himself away.

The Light Principle was far more complex than he had imagined.

It was not only related to speed, but also to temperature, as well as refraction, diffraction, and so on. With all those properties combined, there were far, far too many tricks he could pull.