Old Ancestor Qiankun Takes the Lead! Roasting Sweet Potatoes on a Rollercoaster?

At the Kunlun Mountain, the atmosphere was deathly still.

Every single one of the billions of living beings was terrified out of their wits by the Tongtian Jiaozhu Sect Leader's "Sword Qi Rollercoaster".

That's not a roller coaster.

That was a giant meat grinder built from Innate Spiritual Treasure and endless sword intent!

The use of magical powers is prohibited.

Want to sit on it and run a lap?

I'm afraid that the moment the car starts moving, your primordial spirit will be shredded into the smallest particles by those billions of sword energies.

Not to mention, the final destination is still a "passionate bath" in that active volcano churning with dragon fire lava.

This test completely shattered the understanding of all living beings.

They came to seek guidance and enlightenment, not to seek death in some fancy way!

The sea of people was so dense that not a single one dared to move an inch.

The scene was extremely awkward.

At the Kunlun Mountain Peak, the old master of the Tongtian Jiaozhu was somewhat embarrassed.

"These useless bastards!"

He was frantically sending messages in the high-level divine thought group of Kunlun Mountain.

"I've already turned this roller coaster down to its lowest setting!"

"Those sword energies look fierce, but they're really just like scraping a layer of skin! At most, they'll just peel off a thin layer!"

"That dragon flame looks fierce, but it's actually just a warm bath, and it can even help temper their bodies!"

"Such incredible benefits are right in front of us, yet not a single person dares to take advantage?!"

The Tongtian Jiaozhu was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

Yuanshi Tianzun seized the opportunity and spoke calmly, "Third brother, your test was indeed inappropriate. Accepting disciples should be done step by step; how could it be so shocking? It disturbs the seeker's Dao Heart and is ultimately not a good thing."

"Second Brother, what do you know!" The Tongtian Jiaozhu immediately retorted, "I call this a stress test! If you can't even handle this kind of situation, how will you accompany my disciple to blast fish in the Chaos in the future? What qualifications do you have to be my disciple's playmate?"

Just as the two brothers were about to draw their swords.

The stagnant air at the foot of the mountain was shattered by a sudden shout.

"I'll do it! I'll do it! Let this Old Daoist do it!"

A figure stumbled and crawled, almost rolling and scrambling, as they squeezed their way out of the dense crowd.

All eyes instantly focused on it.

He was an extremely slovenly Old Daoist.

The earth-yellow Daoist robe he was wearing had several large holes in it and was stained with dried, unidentified dirt.

His hair was a mess, his face was sallow, and his eyes were sunken, giving him a listless appearance as if he had been hollowed out for eight hundred years.

He was clutching a tattered cloth bag tightly in his arms, and the bag looked even cleaner than his face.

This person's appearance doesn't resemble that of a wise and enlightened master at all; he looks more like Delia who just crawled out of some garbage dump.

"Where did this Old Daoist come from? Is he out of his mind?"

"Judging from his barely perceptible aura, he's probably just a rogue cultivator who hasn't even reached the Golden Immortal level."

"Sigh, he's gone mad with the desire to get rich quick. What a pathetic person."

The surrounding creatures cast pitying glances at him, as if he were a dead man.

However, the ancient beings hidden among the crowd all narrowed their eyes the moment they saw this Sloppy Old Daoist.

A hint of surprise flashed in the Yin-Yang Ancestor's clear black and white eyes.

"Qiankun?"

"This guy actually came too? Shouldn't he have starved to death in the Western Continent long ago?"

Yang Mei the Great Immortal looked at Qiankun Ancestor with a face full of bewilderment, who looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Why would he go and join in the fun?

These Old Fellow, who had emerged from the Chaos, all recognized the man's identity.

It was the ancient deity who ruled the universe during their time— the Qiankun Ancestor of Qiankun and Earth!

Why was this guy the first to jump out?

Nobody can figure it out.

Only the Qiankun Ancestor and Earth knows the truth.

He stared intently at the active volcano billowing thick smoke, his pupils glowing with a ghostly green light, and even a glistening liquid welling up at the corner of his mouth.

East Sea Dragon Flame!

This is a divine fire of the highest quality!

If you use this to bake something...

The Qiankun Ancestor reached into his tattered Qiankun Bag, rummaged around for a long time, and finally pulled out something with difficulty... a shriveled, black object shaped like a stone egg.

Those were the fruits that grew on an Innate Spiritual Root "Earth Potato Vine" at the very beginning of the Primordial World.

Unfortunately, he couldn't bear to eat it back then and treasured it all this time. As time went by, its spiritual energy dissipated, and it turned into this hard, unyielding thing.

Hehehe...

The Qiankun Ancestor looked at the "stone egg" in his hand, then at the distant volcano, and let out a silly laugh that was hard to decipher.

Today, he will use this East Sea Dragon Flame to hold a bonfire banquet that has been absent for countless eons!

For food!

Let's give it our all!

"Fellow Daoist, please come forward!" On the mountaintop, Daoist Duobao was so excited that his voice changed when he saw that someone had finally accepted the challenge.

He quickly used his magic to Jieyin the Qiankun Ancestor from the crowd to the starting point.

The Qiankun Ancestor jogged all the way to the front of the cool car that was formed from the Immortal Slaying Sword.

Curious, he reached out and tapped on the car body, producing a clear, metallic clang.

"Good iron! Really good iron! If we dismantle this and sell it for scrap metal, how many spirit fruits could we get?" he muttered to himself.

The Tongtian Jiaozhu at the starting point turned pale upon hearing this.

Dismantle it and sell it for scrap metal?

Do you think my Four Swords of Zhu Xian are just scrap metal?!

"Old man! Are you going up or not? If not, get out!" the Tongtian Jiaozhu roared impatiently.

"Go! Go! Go right now!"

The Qiankun Ancestor chuckled, plopped down in the car, and deliberately chose the first row with the best view.

Daoist Duobao bowed respectfully to him. "Fellow Daoist, please be seated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the incantation was activated.

"Buzz--!"

The roller coaster jolted violently, and countless cyan sword energies instantly lit up on its body, emitting a sharp, teeth-grinding screech!

"Whoosh!"

The next instant, the roller coaster transformed into a destructive streak of light and shot off!

"Ah--!"

At the foot of the mountain, countless creatures screamed in terror at the sight of the terrifying speed that blurred their vision.

They seemed to have already witnessed the gruesome sight of the Sloppy Old Daoist being instantly sliced into a cloud of blood mist by the sword energy.

However, the scene on the tracks nearly made everyone's eyes pop out.

The Qiankun Ancestor and Earth sat calmly and steadily in his seat.

He let the terrifying sword energy, powerful enough to tear apart the flesh of Daluo Golden Immortal, wash over his body like a storm.

His tattered Daoist robe was completely wrinkle-free.

His sallow face remained unchanged.

He even closed his eyes, looking relaxed with a smile on his lips.

"Hmm... the pressure from this scraping is good, very good."

The Qiankun Ancestor and Earth let out a comfortable groan.

"It's just that the wind is a bit strong, and it's Old Daoist me... a little cold."

At the Kunlun Mountain Peak.

The Tongtian Jiaozhu watched this scene reflected in the water mirror, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

This old man... he's got something.

To be able to ignore his Immortal Slaying Sword Qi's mere scratching effect, one's physical strength must be at least at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm!

It seems that this recruitment drive has indeed attracted quite a few hidden talents.

The roller coaster sped through the air, completing one incredible roll, dive, and spiral after another.

The gasps of surprise from the foot of the mountain had already blended together.

Meanwhile, the Qiankun Ancestor on the vehicle calmly took out a long stick from his tattered Qiankun Bag, the kind of spiritual root from which it was unknown.

He carefully inserted the dark "stone egg" into one end of the stick.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

As the roller coaster plunged vertically towards the raging, dragon-fire-filled active volcano in an incredibly stylish manner—

The Qiankun Ancestor raised that stick.

He extended the end with the "stone egg" inserted.

With perfect precision, it penetrated into the scalding, crimson magma, hot enough to scorch mountains and boil seas.

"Sizzle..."

An indescribable aroma of caramel, carrying an intensely rich innate spiritual energy, suddenly erupted from the crater and drifted in all directions.

At the summit of the mountain.

Lin Shen, who was watching the live stream with great interest, suddenly sniffed hard through his small nose.

His big, dark eyes lit up instantly.

Wow! It smells so good!

The little guy stretched out his chubby little hand and pointed at the scruffy old man in the water mirror who was stirring the lava with a stick.

A single, glistening drop of saliva silently slid down from the corner of her mouth.

"Is that old man... roasting Roasted Sweet Potato?"