Treasure Distribution Cliff

The Primordial Violet Qi thrown by Chen Song drew a beautiful parabola in the air, seeming to carry a hint of confusion. It spun a few times in the air, and then...

As if sensing the harmless and "benevolent" aura emanating from a certain "honest person," it abruptly changed direction and, with a "whoosh," directly burrowed into Old Ancestor Hongyun's body right before his astonished eyes!

Hongyun: "???"

He felt a warmth spread through his body, and a mysterious purple qi appeared in his Primordial Spirit. He was completely stunned. I... I've received... a windfall... no, a heavenly opportunity?

The entire venue fell silent once more.

Everyone looked at Chen Song, who had a "finally got rid of the trouble" expression and was patting his chest in relief, and then at Old Ancestor Hongyun, who was still in a daze, seemingly unaware of what had happened.

Jieyin and Zhunti beat their chests and stamped their feet, lamenting, "What a waste! What a waste! Such a Saintly destiny, to be treated so... so carelessly!"

Kunpeng stared at Hongyun, his eyes filled with a venom so potent it seemed to solidify. Him again! Why did he get all the good fortune!

Zhenyuanzi quickly pulled the still-stunned Hongyun aside, his expression grave.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun cast a deep glance at Chen Song, who stood outside the palace with an "innocent" expression. His gaze was unfathomable, and he said nothing more about the ownership of the Primordial Violet Qi. He merely stated calmly, "The sermon is concluded. You shall each fend for yourselves."

As his voice faded, his figure dissolved like ripples on water above the cloud bed.

Outside the palace gates, the atmosphere did not ease with the end of the sermon; instead, it became even more bizarre.

Old Ancestor Hongyun stood there, feeling the warm, heavy Primordial Violet Qi in his Primordial Spirit. The expression on his face gradually shifted from bewilderment to a kind of... indigestion-induced panic. He looked to his good friend Zhenyuanzi for help, "Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi, what... what should we do?"

Zhenyuanzi's face was so grave it could drip water. The phantom image of the Earth Book, "Heaven and Earth Treasure Mirror," flickered faintly behind him. He grabbed Hongyun's wrist and said sternly, "Leave this place quickly!"

He could already feel gazes from all directions projecting onto them, like hungry wolves eyeing a piece of fat meat. Especially Kunpeng's venom, which was almost tangible, and the undisguised greed of the Western duo.

Jieyin and Zhunti looked at Hongyun with longing eyes, feeling as if their hearts were bleeding.

Zhunti beat his chest, his voice choked with tears, "Woe is us! Senior Brother! Our West... our West is ultimately lacking in destiny!" Jieyin also wore a look of bitter sorrow, as if his entire fortune for revitalizing the West had just been snatched away.

Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged a look, seeing the determination in each other's eyes. A Saint Position must be contended for! This Hongyun might be a breakthrough...

Just as these undercurrents surged, threatening to erupt into a full-blown brawl—

"Buzz!"

A soft hum echoed, and the chaotic energy beside the Purple Firmament Palace suddenly churned violently. A colossal cliff, emitting billions of rays of treasure light and constructed from countless innate materials, materialized out of thin air! Treasure energy soared towards the heavens, and auspicious colors streamed forth in myriad strands. Illusory projections of Spiritual Treasures of various forms and attributes floated and flickered within it, blinding to the eye!

The Treasure Distribution Cliff!

Dao Ancestor's indifferent voice once again resounded through the chaos, concise and to the point: "In my early years, I clashed with Demon Ancestor Luohu and fought a battle at Mount Sumeru in the West."

The great cultivators' hearts trembled, and they all pricked up their ears. This was an ancient secret of the Great Wilderness!

"That Luohu," the Dao Ancestor's voice carried no emotion, as if he were speaking of a trivial matter unrelated to himself, "was also quite capable. The God-Slaying Spear was peerless, and the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation could not be broken by fewer than four Saints. At that time, I invited Fellow Daoists Yang Mei, Yin-Yang, and Qiankun to accompany me..."

The cultivators' minds immediately conjured images: four top great cultivators of the Great Wilderness teaming up to tackle the ultimate dungeon boss, "Demon Ancestor Luohu."

"That battle shattered the earth veins of the West and dispersed its spiritual essence," the Dao Ancestor's tone remained flat. "Fellow Daoist Yang Mei injured his foundation and went into seclusion; Fellow Daoist Yin-Yang merged with the Great Dao; Fellow Daoist Qiankun... his body and spirit were utterly annihilated. In the end, I narrowly won by half a move. Luohu perished, and by his own body, he established the Demonic Dao, which could be considered a unique form of sainthood."

The great cultivators felt their scalps tingle. Four against one, and they almost got three killed? And only Hongjun survived in the end? What kind of terrifying fiend was this Luohu!

The Dao Ancestor paused, as if recalling something, and added, "After the battle, I saw those ownerless treasures scattered throughout the West, lamenting their obscurity. So, I casually collected some of them. Today, I place them on this cliff. You shall each rely on your own destiny. Whatever you obtain will depend on your own fortune."

The great cultivators: "!!!"

What a casual "casually collected some"! What a "lamenting their obscurity"!

Hongjun Dao Ancestor, you old sir, are you tearfully picking up loot, collecting the gear of both your teammates and your opponents, and now holding a charity auction... no, a destiny distribution event?!

In an instant, the Primordial Violet Qi, the struggle for Saint Positions, and everything else were temporarily cast aside! Everyone's eyes turned red, their breathing grew heavy, and they stared intently at the Treasure Distribution Cliff, which was ablaze with treasure light!

"Charge!"

Someone shouted, igniting the fuse of a powder keg!

The three thousand guests of the Purple Heaven Palace, like a flood released from a dam, or like locusts that had starved for three days, transformed into streams of light of various colors and charged madly towards the Treasure Distribution Cliff!

"Treasures! Here I come!" Tongtian was the most excited, letting out a long cry. He transformed into a sword light and took the lead! The Shangqing Immortal Light, like a silken banner, swept towards several sword-shaped treasure lights on the cliff that exuded the strongest killing intent.

Yuanshi's target was clear. His Yuqing Immortal Light transformed into a large hand, directly reaching for a phantom image of a colossal chaotic-colored banner exuding an aura of creation—the Pangu Banner!

Laozi was the most composed, but also not slow. The golden bridge phantom of the Taiji Diagram flashed, and it had already stabilized a scroll on the cliff top, entwined with Yin-Yang energies—the Taiji Diagram! This treasure was in harmony with his Way of Non-Action, and it was destined for him.

Empress Nuwa's creation energy surged, and an illusory treasure resembling an embroidered ball and a scroll flew towards her...

Di Jun and Taiyi unleashed the Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation technique, charging towards several Spiritual Treasures radiating imperial aura...

Zhenyuanzi couldn't bother with anything else. He pulled the still-confused Hongyun along, protected by the Earth Book, and also rushed into the treasure light, attempting to find a protective treasure or two for his old friend.

The scene completely devolved into chaos. Immortal light, demonic qi, and demonic winds crisscrossed. In the scramble for Spiritual Treasures, small-scale conflicts and skirmishes had already begun.

And what about our protagonist, Chen Song?

He had originally intended to hide behind his master and martial uncle and watch the show, as he had just thrown away a hot potato and wanted to keep a low profile.

However, the silly dog beside him, Big White, upon seeing the countless sparkling treasures flying everywhere, instantly had its dog eyes turn into stars. Drool gushed out, "Woof! Boss! So many bones... no, so many shiny things! Charge!"

Before Chen Song could stop him, Big White, with a yelp, relying on its bizarre jumping ability and speed, dragged Chen Song headfirst into the treasure-grabbing crowd!

"Stupid dog! Come back here! That's not food!" Chen Song was pulled forward, stumbling, and almost fell into a fiercely contested cluster of treasure light. Startled, he quickly summoned the Five Elements Illusory Spirit Fan, and the Five-Colored Divine Light instinctively swept out—

"Huh?"

An item exuding a rich innate aura, shaped like a... barbecue grill? No, like a pill furnace, but more ancient and rough, was brushed down and fell into his hand. The furnace body was carved with various flame dao patterns and felt warm to the touch.

"What is this thing?" Chen Song was stunned. Before he could get a good look, a streak of black light and a streak of golden light simultaneously attacked him, clearly intending to snatch it.

"Holy crap! Is there no honor among thieves!" Chen Song yelped. The Five Elements Divine Light swept out again, and at the same time, he executed profound footwork, narrowly dodging the attacks. While evading various open and hidden assaults, he instinctively swept the Five-Colored Divine Light everywhere.

It had to be said, his Innate Five Elements Divine Light was said to be able to sweep away anything. Although his cultivation wasn't deep enough yet, in such a chaotic situation, it was a divine skill for "opportunistic theft"!

"Whoosh!" A treasure material containing sharp metal qi was swept away by him.

"Crack!" A spirit pearl radiating Wood Essence Qi fell into his hand.

"Splash!" Several refining materials that looked like phoenix feathers were swept away by him.

He was like someone who had entered a buffet. He didn't care what he got. Whenever he saw a treasure light that no one was paying attention to or where the competition wasn't fierce, he'd sweep it with his divine light and quickly stuff it into his storage space.

Mine! All mine!

During this time, he also saw Martial Uncle Tongtian laughing maniacally as he collected four treasure swords exuding murderous intent and a formation diagram. Martial Uncle Yuanshi obtained the Pangu Banner, Master Laozi collected the Taiji Diagram, and Nuwa got the Red Embroidered Ball and the Map of Mountains and Rivers...

The duo from the West displayed astonishing "affinity" efficiency. Daoist Jieyin, with a bitter expression, didn't stop his hands. The Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit, the Green Treasure Lotus Banner, and other treasures fell into his hands one after another.

Daoist Zhunti danced the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree wildly, sweeping away silk ribbons, necklaces, umbrella covers, flower garlands, banners and flags, a golden bow, the Fish-Gut Sword, and a pile of other treasures. He kept chanting, "This treasure is fated with my West! It is destined to prosper my West!"

Chen Song's mouth twitched as he watched. "Good heavens, are these two here to restock?"

In the chaos, he even felt like his Five-Colored Divine Light had swept up a wisp of extremely obscure Primordial Violet Qi with flecks of golden light... or perhaps some kind of merit qi? He didn't see clearly, but he stuffed it into his pocket anyway.

After an unknown amount of time, the treasure lights on the Treasure Distribution Cliff gradually dimmed and became sparse. Most of the spiritual treasures had already found their owners. The remaining ones, of slightly lower grade, no longer interested the major powers.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's figure reappeared faintly. With a wave of his sleeve, the enormous Treasure Distribution Cliff slowly sank into the chaos and disappeared.

"The fated connections have ended. Return to your respective dojos."

With these words, the Dao Ancestor's figure completely vanished.

Those who had snatched treasures were beaming with joy; those who hadn't obtained major treasures sighed; those who had formed grudges during the treasure hunt glared at each other.

Chen Song looked at the pile of miscellaneous items in his storage space, most of which he couldn't even name, and then looked at Big White, who was still looking around with lingering desire, licking his lips. He scratched his head.

"It seems... I didn't grab anything particularly powerful? Except for this furnace that looks like a barbecue grill..." He weighed the ancient furnace in his hand and tried inputting a trace of spiritual power.

"Buzz!"

The furnace body trembled, and a phantom image of chaotic flames flashed and disappeared. The surrounding chaotic energy was slightly distorted by the heat.

"Huh? It seems... a little interesting?" Chen Song's eyes lit up slightly.

At this moment, the Three Pure Ones also gathered. Laozi glanced at the furnace in Chen Song's hand, his gaze moved slightly, and he said faintly, "This is the prototype of the Eight Trigrams Furnace. It contains a trace of Chaos Fire Source. Nurture it well, and it may become an Innate Spiritual Treasure in the future, greatly beneficial for alchemy and artifact refining."

Chen Song was overjoyed. "Thank you, Master, for your guidance!" Alchemy? Artifact refining? No! This was clearly the ultimate artifact for future outdoor barbecues!

Tongtian had the greatest harvest, his face flushed. He patted Chen Song. "Senior Disciple Nephew, how was your haul? Did you suffer any losses?"

Yuanshi also looked over. Although he didn't speak, his eyes held a question.

Chen Song chuckled. "It was okay, okay. I picked up some scraps, enough for my needs."

The Three Pure Ones nodded and asked no further questions.