Yang Mei Enters the Primordial World! Ancient Gods Emerge Together!
High above, the "admission brochure" forged from the Chaos Star Core Iron has become a dark golden sun that will never fall.
Its radiance spreads to the four corners of the Primordial World, illuminating billions of living beings.
Every stroke of the characters exuded the domineering and unparalleled sword intent of the Tongtian Jiaozhu. Any living being who looked up at it would Divine Soul as if a sword was pressed against their throat, causing their mind to tremble violently.
This is undoubtedly the most outrageous, down-to-earth, and shocking notice since Primordial World Creation.
Like a star falling into the still surface of an ancient well.
The Primordial Land, which had been dormant for countless eons, was completely ignited.
And at this moment.
Deeper still in the endless Chaos lies a void, a dead zone beyond the reach of even the Sage senses of sages.
A huge willow tree, entirely emerald green, swayed gently.
Each of its leaves seems to be an independent space, and each branch is woven from billions of Space Laws.
A willow branch drifted by casually.
The incredibly resilient Chaos airflow was easily torn apart like a scroll, revealing a bottomless, pitch-black crack.
An ancient, distant sigh, transcending the barriers of time, echoed in the void.
"Those three little guys left behind by Pangu have finally done something interesting."
The willow branches swayed slightly, as if deep in thought.
"Opening the Mountain Gate wide... Heh, is this an attempt to draw all the fortune of the entire Primordial World onto that Little Dot?"
"The notice board is made of Chaos Star Core Iron, and the prize... is mud?"
The voice held a hint of amusement, curiosity, and a longing that even he himself was unaware of.
"Fine."
"I've been asleep for too long; it's time to get out and move around."
"Let me go and see who this little fellow is that even Hongjun would be willing to be his nanny."
"While I'm at it, I should also go and meet up with some old friends I haven't seen in a long time."
The moment the words fell, the emerald Green Willow lightly touched the air.
A spatial portal, powerful enough to devour everything, opened silently.
The willow branch shimmered with light, transforming into a Green Daoist Robe. His face was blurred, with only his eyes reflecting the Cosmic Birth and Death and the collapse of space.
He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the portal without a trace.
One of the oldest and most mysterious forbidden beings in the Primordial World, Chaos Demon Gods and Space Demon God of the same generation as Pangu — Yang Mei the Great Immortal!
After countless eons, we re-enter the Primordial World!
Its target was clearly the eye of the storm— the Kunlun Mountain!
Meanwhile, in another secret realm of the Primordial World.
Here, there is no heaven or earth, no sun or moon, only the eternal flow, intertwining and evolving of black and white energies.
Black represents death and stillness, white represents life and vitality; the cycle of life and death forms its own unique Tai Chi world.
In the center of the world, within the Dao Palace where Yin Yang energies converged, an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a black and white Daoist robe, opened his eyes.
His left eye was as black as an abyss, swallowing all light; his right eye was as white as day, nurturing life.
It is the ancient deity that existed since the beginning of time— the Yin-Yang Ancestor.
"Tongtian's sword intent is becoming increasingly unreasonable."
The Yin-Yang Ancestor's gaze pierced through the void and landed on the piece of Chaos Star Core Iron, carrying a hint of approval.
"To be able to imprint sword intent onto Chaos divine material, illuminating the entire Primordial World, this level of cultivation is no less than ours back then."
His divine sense swept over the advertisement content.
Even this ancient being, who had long since seen through the vicissitudes of time, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"Free meals and lodging? Super cute little apprentice? Mud delivery?"
Even the Yin-Yang Ancestor's calm and unwavering Dao Heart was stirred by a slight ripple.
"What is the Three Pure Ones up to now?"
He tried to deduce the secrets of heaven, but the heavenly secrets were in complete Chaos, and everything about Kunlun Mountain was obscured by supreme power.
"Interesting, interesting."
The Yin-Yang Ancestor, instead of being angry, laughed.
"To be able to conceal the secrets of heaven to this extent, it seems that the 'little apprentice' from Kunlun Mountain is indeed an extraordinary variable."
"Very well, this Old Daoist has been trapped in this Yin Yang Realm for countless eons; it's time for me to go out and get some fresh air."
He stood up, took a step, and his figure merged into the black and white energy, disappearing from sight.
The Primordial World western continent.
A desolate desert where the earth's veins have collapsed and spiritual energy is scarce.
Deep underground, in a small world barely held together by the energies of Qiankun and earth.
An Old Daoist, dressed in an earth-yellow robe and looking extremely slovenly, was sleeping soundly with drool dripping from his mouth, clutching a tattered Qiankun Bag.
He is the ancient being who is on par with the Yin-Yang Ancestor — the Qiankun Ancestor.
Suddenly, a blinding golden light pierced through layers of earth veins and shot straight into his bare temple.
"Who is it! Turning on such bright lights in broad daylight! Don't they want to let this Old Daoist get some sleep?!"
The Qiankun Ancestor was jolted awake and sat up, cursing under his breath.
He looked up and his divine sense flowed upwards along the light.
"Kunlun Mountain Immortal Academy... is now enrolling?"
The Qiankun Ancestor rubbed his sleepy eyes, his face full of bewilderment.
"Those three lads from Three Pure Ones, instead of staying home and taking care of their kids, what are they doing recruiting students? Don't they think Kunlun Mountain is lively enough?"
His gaze continued downwards.
"Meals and accommodation included?"
Upon seeing these four words, the eyes of the Qiankun Ancestor instantly widened.
He touched his emaciated belly, then glanced at the Qiankun Bag beside him, which was even cleaner than his face, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
Since the creation of the world, Companion Spiritual Treasure, the Qiankun Diagram, was damaged, he has lived a life of poverty and destitution.
Those blessed lands and grotto-heavens of the Primordial World were first occupied by the three races, and then divided up by the witches and demons. How could a washed-up old immortal like him have a share?
He has been away for nine eons without ever tasting the flavor of the Innate Spiritual Fruit!
"Food and lodging included... Kunlun Mountain is the Primordial World's Foremost Divine Mountain, its spiritual energy is so dense you could wring water from it."
The more the Qiankun Ancestor thought about it, the faster his heart beat.
"Every blade of grass there is a divine herb, every tree a spiritual root. If we could just sneak in..."
His gaze finally settled on the word "reward".
"Those who perform exceptionally well will have the opportunity to receive a clay sculpture made by the apprentice himself."
"Mud?"
The Qiankun Ancestor was taken aback, then slapped his thigh and sprang up from the ground!
"No! This is definitely not ordinary mud!"
His eyes shone, and his breath became hot.
"A treasure that the Three Pure Ones would consider their ultimate reward is no ordinary object!"
"Nine Heavens Breathing Soil? Chaos Breathing Soil? Or... the Origin Dao Soil World Creation the Pangu Father God used to establish the order of Earth, Water, Fire, Wind after creating the world?!"
Qiankun Ancestor felt as if the blood in his entire body was burning.
An incredible opportunity!
This is an incredible opportunity!
"Go! We must go!"
"Even if I can't become a disciple, I'll do whatever I can, like tending the fire or doing odd jobs! As long as food and lodging are provided!"
The Qiankun Ancestor tied the tattered Qiankun Bag to his waist, his face showing the resolute look of someone who had been starving for nine Yuanhui and was now seeing a Manchu Han Imperial Feast!
He needs to leave immediately!
He wants to seize the initiative!
He wants to escape poverty!
He wants to... freeload!
As ancient beings long forgotten by the world, such as Yang Mei the Great Immortal, Yin-Yang Ancestor, and Qiankun Ancestor, were all disturbed, the atmosphere in the entire Primordial World became increasingly strange and intense.
Countless powerful yet subtle auras converged from all directions of the Primordial World in the same direction.
That direction is right towards Kunlun!
A grand opening ceremony, bringing together all the elites of the entire Primordial World from ancient times to the present, is about to begin its magnificent prelude in ten years.