The Fate of Death and the Demise of the Dao!

Thinking of this, East King Duke couldn't help but feel a pang of regret in his heart.

Hearing this, Tongtian let out a sneer.

The laughter carried undisguised mockery.

"Leave room for negotiation? You think you're worthy of bargaining with This Seat?"

If before it was merely domineering and overbearing, now it was outright contempt.

That unvarnished disdain left East King Duke seething with frustration, yet he dared not speak in rebuttal.

He knew full well that this opportunity had already slipped away, leaving him to stew in silent resentment.

Just as he was about to concede and back down, he saw a spear tip laced with eerie black qi hurtling toward him.

Sensing the overwhelming killing intent, East King Duke's pupils abruptly constricted.

Every hair on his body stood on end, the shadow of death instantly engulfing his heart.

Without time to think, he hastily offered up the Dragon Head Crutch in his hand.

Pouring all his pure, refined mana into it without reservation.

Facing this strike, he dared not slack in the slightest.

He didn't even dare blink!

Because he understood that the slightest misstep would mean the end of his body and the dissolution of his Dao!

Boom!

Boom!

An earth-shattering aura suddenly exploded above the East Sea.

In an instant, towering waves surged upward, seawater wildly churning backward.

Countless sea creatures were directly shattered to pieces by the residual shockwave!

After the strike, East King Duke violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body flew backward like a kite with a snapped string for millions of miles.

This commotion immediately drew the attention of many Great Powers, countless strands of Spiritual Sense tearing through the void.

When they saw the golden-light-shrouded Penglai Immortal Island behind Tongtian and East King Duke's pallid face, everyone wore expressions of eager anticipation for the show.

"This East King Duke sure has guts. Does he really think being the Dao Ancestor's appointed leader of male immortals lets him throw his weight around?"

"Is Fellow Daoist Tongtian the Dao of Heaven's own son? He just collected a haul at Buzhou Mountain, and now he's stumbled into another opportunity?"

"To be honest, Fellow Daoist Tongtian's luck really is beyond compare for ordinary people."

"Speaking plainly, this poor Daoist is green with envy and hate."

"Others pick up treasures until their hands go numb, and I don't even have a decent magic artifact. My heart aches."

On the Sun Star.

Watching East King Duke's chaotic aura and disheveled form, Taiyi's eyes flickered uncertainly.

"Big Brother, now that East King Duke has been severely wounded by that Tongtian, shouldn't we start our plan?"

"It's not time yet." Dijun shook his head gently.

"We don't yet know how the Dao Ancestor will react to this. It's not too late to decide after the next sermon."

"Besides, East King Duke's Primordial Spirit is already damaged. It'll take time for him to recover."

Taiyi listened, lost in thought.

On Kunlun Mountain.

"Damn it! How is his luck so good! He snatched another opportunity!"

Yuanshi's eyes burned with resentment and jealousy.

Both were incarnations of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, sharing the merit of creating the world.

Why was Tongtian always the one to land opportunities?

And he, Second Brother, still didn't have a single magic artifact to his liking!

The Dao of Heaven is unjust!

On Mount Sumeru.

"Senior Brother, Tongtian has gained another advantage. When will we ever get our revenge?"

Zhunti's eyes flashed with indignation.

Thinking of the grudge he and his Senior Brother had long since formed with him, his heart grew even more bitter.

He already held so many heavy treasures in his hands.

And now he'd added another.

How were they supposed to compete?

This luck is simply absurd!

"Don't rush. The one who laughs last wins." Jieyin spoke calmly, his tone steady.

Yet in his heart, he was equally envious.

"Fellow Daoist, this poor Daoist truly acted rashly this time. I'll leave now, I'll leave right away!"

Realizing that staying any longer might cost him his life, East King Duke hurriedly begged for mercy.

At this moment, face or status as the leader of male immortals—none of it was worth a thing compared to his life.

"Come and go as you please? Then where does This Seat's face go?"

Tongtian snorted coldly, unmoved, and flatly refused.

He raised his spear and launched another attack.

"You're forcing my hand! Explode! Explode! Explode!"

A ruthless glint flashed across East King Duke's face. Without hesitation, he hurled his staff forward and triggered the spiritual treasure to self-destruct.

The treasure was linked to his Primordial Spirit, and this explosion dealt a severe blow to his already injured spirit.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and, without waiting to see if the blast could harm Tongtian, turned and fled in panic.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Earth-shattering explosions, accompanied by towering waves, stirred up layer upon layer of monstrous swells across the sea.

The vast East Sea was instantly dyed crimson.

Boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged and roared across the endless waters, churning wildly.

The waves subsided.

At the center of the explosion, Tongtian still hovered in the air, Safe and Sound.

Not even a single scratch remained!

In the distant void, the watching Great Powers were all shaken inwardly, silently marveling.

Truly astonishing!

That was the power of a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure's self-destruction!

Yet it couldn't even ruffle the hem of his robe.

There was no denying it—he was absurdly strong.

So absurd that even absurdity would have to call him its ancestor!

Seeing that there was no more excitement to be had.

The crowd silently slipped away, leaving no trace behind.

"Hmph! Lucky you, surviving that!"

Tongtian put away the God-Slaying Spear, letting out a cold snort of dissatisfaction.

This East King Duke truly lived up to being one of the three thousand listeners at Purple Heaven Palace.

Just that decisiveness to cut off an arm to survive showed his iron will.

If it had been an ordinary cultivator, never mind whether they'd think of such a move.

Even whether they'd have the nerve to carry it out was questionable.

With the trouble dealt with, Tongtian flickered and stepped onto Penglai Island.

The moment he set foot on the island, his spirits lifted, and joy appeared on his face.

He had sensed the existence of the other two immortal islands!

"It's actually the Innate Three Talents Grand Formation. That saves me a lot of effort."

After sensing carefully, Tongtian couldn't help but smile.

Perhaps because all three islands had evolved from Chaos Fragments, they were naturally linked by qi, forming the Innate Three Talents Formation on their own.

Finding one meant finding all three.

He had originally planned to search Penglai Island for Treasures first, then slowly look for the other two.

He never expected such a pleasant surprise!

How could such fortune not stir one's heart?

Fortunately, due to the karmic pull from East King Duke, the Heavenly Mechanism had been stirred, and the Innate Three Talents Formation leaked a trace of its fluctuation.

Otherwise, this opportunity might have easily slipped by!

Of course, it also benefited from Tongtian's Primordial Spirit power, far beyond the ordinary.

If it had been someone else—say, East King Duke—they might have been distracted by the rare treasures on this island and failed to detect the hidden Heavenly Mechanism.

With a wave of his hand, Tongtian used his great power to link the three islands into one.

His expression turned serious as he began to search and explore this immortal island with full focus.

Only at this moment did he truly understand why the Three Immortal Islands could rank among the top few great blessed lands and cave heavens of the Primordial World.

Just looking at the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy, so dense it had nearly condensed into liquid form, was enough to see a glimpse of the reason.

Since he already possessed multiple spiritual treasures, and the lowest grade among them was Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, Tongtian had long lost interest in ordinary spiritual roots and exotic herbs.

The only things that could catch his attention were the Ten Great Innate Spiritual Roots and Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

He had not walked far when a mass of objects wrapped in endless purple light shot out from nearby.

"Trying to escape? Not so easy!"

Tongtian let out a furious shout, and the Sect Master's Edict instantly soared out from within his body.

In the span of a single breath, it had already arrived above that mass of purple light.

Golden radiance cascaded down, and the purple qi trembled slightly for a moment before being completely suppressed.

As an Innate Supreme Treasure, the Sect Master's Edict was not only a supreme defensive tool but also possessed the power to suppress time and space.

"Let me see what the first treasure I encounter really is."

With a light laugh, Tongtian's form moved, and he appeared in the void.

Withdrawing the Sect Master's Edict, he raised his hand and reached forward.

Grabbing hold of that mass of purple light, he slowly extended his Divine Sense into it.

"It's actually this!!!"

He blurted out, his face instantly filled with ecstasy.

Back when the world first opened, he, Laozi, and Yuanshi had divided three-tenths of the Creation Merit among themselves.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches received two-tenths, while another three-tenths merged into the Great Desolation Continent.

As for the remaining two-tenths—

One-tenth fused with the first wisp of Mystic Yellow Qi in the world, transforming into a Houtian Treasure of Merit, the Mystic Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, whose achievement rivaled that of an Innate Supreme Treasure.

The other tenth combined with a mass of Primordial Qi and Mystic Yellow Qi, forging a Houtian Treasure of Merit that was both offensive and defensive, with astonishing power—the Primordial Measure-Heaven Ruler!

This object was a rare all-in-one offensive and defensive magic treasure in the Primordial World, in no way inferior even when compared to an Innate Supreme Treasure.

Its preciousness was evident from this alone.

But what was even more critical was not its power.

It was that—killing with it incurred no Karmic Force!

In the Primordial World, as long as one harbored the intent to kill, they would become entangled with cause and effect and Karmic Force.

Once karma accumulated too much...

When a great tribulation approached, even if one wished to enter Closed Door Meditation, calamity would descend from the heavens.

Only by becoming a Saint could one transcend karma, for Saints were free from the entanglements of the mortal world.

As the Primordial Spirit imprint was branded, the purple light on the Primordial Measure-Heaven Ruler gradually receded.

It was at this moment that Tongtian had the leisure to carefully examine this supreme treasure.

It was a simple, ancient ruler, entirely purple and crystal clear, about three feet long.

The ruler's body was engraved with countless mysterious and unfathomable Dao patterns, as if containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

If one looked closely, the purple light that had just returned to the ruler's body flowed slowly, as if imbued with sentience, like a living thing.

"I need to find a chance to get my hands on Laozi's Heaven and Earth Mystic Yellow Exquisite Pagoda."

Muttering this to himself, Tongtian's lips curled slightly, and a scene of future battle played out in his mind:

In his left hand, the Primordial Measure-Heaven Ruler; in his right, the God-Slaying Spear; above his head, the Heaven and Earth Mystic Yellow Pagoda; beneath his feet, the Twenty-Four Petal Green Lotus; all around him, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation edict.

With such equipment, forget fighting four Saints alone—even fighting forty men would be no problem!

Grinning, he temporarily set aside the thought of refining the restrictions within the Primordial Measure-Heaven Ruler.

With a thought, he stored it back within his body.

Then, he continued on his treasure-hunting journey.

The Three Immortal Islands, a treasure land dreamed of by countless transmigrators, had indeed not disappointed him.

In just a few short days, He had already gathered countless spiritual roots and exotic herbs.

Wherever he went, he left almost nothing behind.