Ben'er's Future Is the Ox Clan's Future!

Niu Ba's outstretched hand trembled slightly.

He stared fixedly at the Five-Revolutions Golden Pill.

Five profound patterns seemed to come alive upon the pill, flowing before his eyes and radiating a fatal temptation.

Golden Immortal!

This was the realm he had dreamed of, yet one that had always been beyond his reach.

Once he swallowed it, he could immediately break through and become a powerful expert unseen among the clan for tens of thousands of years.

He could lead the steadily declining Ox Clan, especially their branch, to new heights.

But the price was the severing of his path ahead. He would never make another inch of progress in this life.

He would trade every possibility in his future for the clan's present stability.

Was it worth it?

In Niu Ba's mind appeared the troubled faces of the clan elders, as well as the hostile foreign races lurking beyond the clan grounds.

And, more than anything, the young and resolute face of his son, Niu Ben.

He was going to Kunlun Mountain, to follow a future Saint.

As his father, the only thing Niu Ba could do was clear away every concern for him, so that he could cultivate in peace without any lingering burdens.

The future?

My future, Niu Ba's future, no longer matters.

Ben'er's future is the Ox Clan's future!

The thought exploded in his heart, and the last trace of hesitation in Niu Ba's eyes vanished, replaced by boundless resolve.

He no longer hesitated and threw back his head, swallowing the golden pill.

"Boom!"

The moment the pill entered his stomach, an unimaginably vast medicinal power erupted!

The violent torrent of energy instantly shattered the shackles binding him at the Golden Immortal realm. Like the Celestial River pouring backward, it washed through his limbs and bones, remaking his immortal body and Dao Foundation!

The immortal radiance around him surged, and a terrifying pressure shot into the heavens.

The Dao Fruit of a Golden Immortal.

He had succeeded!

Feeling the unprecedented power coursing through him, Niu Ba felt a quiet sense of security and peace rise within his heart.

"Go, Ben'er."

"Leave the clan matters to your father."

"Follow Senior Taishang well."

Taishang gave him an indifferent glance and nodded slightly, settling the karmic ties here.

"The time has come. Let us go."

"Yes, Master."

Then, with a thought, he activated the Origin Essence within him that had only just settled.

"Moo!"

Niu Ben's form swiftly changed within the immortal radiance, turning into an exceptionally divine Azure Ox.

An ancient, noble aura carrying a trace of Chaos spread from him.

Taishang moved and lightly landed upon the ox's back, as steady as Mount Tai.

The Azure Ox stamped his four hooves and transformed into an Azure Stream of Light, racing toward Kunlun Mountain.

Only Niu Ba remained behind.

Feeling the surging mana within him and watching his son and Taishang's receding figures, he clenched his fists as a brilliant light burst from his eyes.

"Hahaha! Our Azure Ox Clan is finally going to rise!"

The Primordial Wilderness knew no years.

Niu Ben took on his Azure Ox true form and carried Taishang eastward, racing toward Kunlun.

Beneath them lay endless mountains and rivers, a vast scene of savage primordial wilderness.

Divine peaks tens of thousands of fathoms tall pierced the clouds like sharp swords, while rivers stretching for thousands of miles wound onward like jade belts.

From time to time, powerful auras flashed through the forests and mountains below. They belonged to the beings of the hundred races of the Primordial Wilderness.

And Taishang Daoist upon his back was unfathomable.

Though Niu Ben could not feel the slightest weight, that formless, intangible sense of presence felt heavier than all of Primordial Heaven and Earth combined, keeping him in constant awe.

This was the Head of the Three Pure Ones, a future Saint, his greatest patron.

Just as his thoughts churned, ripples suddenly spread through the space ahead.

Two figures stepped out of the void and blocked their path.

The man on the left wore a crimson Daoist robe and had a kind face.

The man on the right wore a green Daoist robe. His features were ancient and unadorned, his bearing as steady as the earth, and his eyes seemed to contain an entire world.

Niu Ben's heart tightened.

What powerful auras!

These two were incredibly strong.

Yet he did not panic.

He was merely a mount. Sitting on his back was Taishang Daoist!

He was formed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit and would become a Heavenly Dao Saint!

In the current Primordial World, who would dare refuse him respect? Who could possibly be his match?

As the mount, all Niu Ben needed to do was stay steady and watch the show.

Sure enough, Taishang Daoist did not even move. His calm voice simply rang out.

"Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun, why have you two fellow Daoists blocked my path?"

Zhen Yuanzi? Hong Yun?

Niu Ben's heart shook. So it was these two great powers of the Primordial Wilderness!

Zhen Yuanzi, Ancestor of Earth Immortals, and Hong Yun, the good old man!

Hong Yun, the red-robed good old man, stepped forward first and laughed heartily. "Fellow Daoist Taishang, fate! This truly is a heaven-sent fate!"

"Just now, my elder brother and I were discussing the Dao in our temple when he suddenly sensed auspicious energy soaring into the sky from the west. The two of us came together to investigate, yet never expected that this so-called auspicious sign would be you, fellow Daoist."

Zhen Yuanzi performed a Daoist salute and spoke steadily. "Fellow Daoist Taishang, you have honored us with your presence, yet I failed to welcome you from afar. Please forgive me."

"My Wuzhuang Temple is not far from here. If you do not mind, would you be willing to visit for a while? The three of us can discuss the Great Dao together. Would that not be wonderful?"

Zhen Yuanzi's invitation was exceedingly sincere.

However, Taishang Daoist fell silent.

He had just severed the Three Corpses, and his mind was clear and unobstructed. He was planning to return to Kunlun Mountain to enter seclusion and thoroughly consolidate the insights from this breakthrough.

Going to Wuzhuang Temple to discuss the Dao would undoubtedly delay his journey.

For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat delicate.

Niu Ben lay prone upon the clouds, utterly motionless, even slowing his breathing.

He could sense that Taishang did not seem to want to go.

But at that moment, the voice he had awaited for so long finally rang out in his mind.

"Ding!"

"God-Tier Choice System activated."

"God-tier Choice triggered. Please make your choice, Host."

It was here!

Niu Ben's spirits soared, and golden words visible only to him instantly appeared before his eyes. 8

[Choice One: Remain silent, do not interfere with any of Taishang Daoist's decisions, and return directly to Kunlun Mountain. Reward upon completion: one Five-Revolutions Golden Pill.]

[Choice Two: Choice Two: Use every possible means to persuade Taishang Daoist to visit Wuzhuang Temple and discuss the Dao, fostering goodwill between the Three Pure Ones and Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun. Reward upon completion: Chaos Divine Ox Scripture.]

Seeing the two choices offered by the system, Niu Ben's heart began racing uncontrollably.

Five-Revolutions Golden Pill!

This too was an invaluable treasure rarely encountered in the Primordial Wilderness, enough to spare him countless years of arduous cultivation and send his cultivation soaring.

But the other reward nearly stopped him from breathing.

Chaos Divine Ox Scripture!

This was a cultivation technique tailored specifically for him!

It was a supreme method that pointed directly toward the Great Dao of the Chaos Demon Gods!

Innate foundation determined one's lower limit, while cultivation techniques determined just how high one's upper limit could be!

With an ancestral return innate foundation and this supreme technique made specifically for him, the two would complement each other. Only then would his future truly possess limitless possibilities!

Was there even a choice to make?

It had to be the second one!

But the problem was, how was he supposed to choose?

He was only a mount, a little ox demon at the Heavenly Immortal realm.

What right did he have to interrupt the conversation of three Quasi-Saint great powers?