One of the Top Combat Strengths, the Blood Sea Never Dries, Minghe Never Dies

Niu Ben's gaze fell upon the item displayed in the second slot.

What appeared was an irregular, blurry shape, but it came with detailed annotations.

"It's actually a Fragment of an Innate Supreme Treasure!"

Niu Ben already had one Fragment of an Innate Supreme Treasure in his system, obtained when he unified the Ox Clan. He only needed to gather seven fragments to synthesize an Innate Supreme Treasure.

Even a Saint might feel greed stir when faced with an Innate Supreme Treasure.

Except for Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who no longer needed such things—he had merged with the Dao, becoming one with the Heavenly Dao.

His heart stirred with excitement.

He recalled the explanation the system had given earlier.

This Fragment of an Innate Supreme Treasure could still count as an Innate Supreme Treasure.

His gaze shifted to the third slot.

What he saw this time made his pupils contract sharply, his heartbeat pounding faster.

"Holy shit!"

"It's actually this thing!"

He truly hadn't expected the system's lottery to cough up a Primordial Violet Qi.

After Dao Ancestor Hongjun finished his sermon, he had bestowed seven strands of Primordial Violet Qi, six of which were destined for the Six Saints.

The seventh strand was now in Hong Yun's hands—Hong Yun was the real unlucky one.

Primordial Violet Qi was also the foundation for attaining sainthood.

But the saints it created could only be Heavenly Dao Saints.

Their true spirits were lodged within the Heavenly Dao, immortal and indestructible.

All beneath a Saint were mere ants.

The downside was that they were forever bound to obey the Heavenly Dao's commands.

Whatever the Heavenly Dao ordered them to do, they had to do—defying Heaven would lead to a miserable death.

Looking at the later fate of Tongtian Cult Master, Niu Ben could imagine the consequences of defying Heaven.

He shook his head. Though this thing had massive drawbacks, to the countless beings of the Primordial Wilderness, it was the future foundation for sainthood. They'd fight tooth and nail over a strand of Primordial Violet Qi, even beating each other's brains out.

Hong Yun's fall was precisely because of this Primordial Violet Qi.

If he got a strand of Primordial Violet Qi, he could absolutely trade it for an Innate Supreme Treasure—he was sure of it, and besides, he had the Three Pure Ones backing him.

At that moment, his eyes drifted to the fourth slot.

When he saw this item, he trembled with excitement, his body shaking slightly.

"Holy shit!"

"A Golden Immortal of the Origin Dao Fruit—if I could draw this, my cultivation would shoot straight to Golden Immortal of the Origin, equivalent to a Quasi-Saint today!"

Niu Ben nearly drooled.

He quickly shifted his gaze to the fifth slot. What appeared there was the worst of the bunch compared to the first four.

"Chaos Creation Liquid—it can nourish Innate Spiritual Treasures, even reviving withered top-ten Innate Spiritual Roots to their original state and enhancing their quality."

"All of them are incredible treasures!"

Looking at the rewards one after another, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

With so many good things, drawing just one would bring him immense benefits.

"Fragment of an Innate Supreme Treasure, Primordial Violet Qi, Golden Immortal of the Origin Dao Fruit, Pangu's Essence Blood—I want them all!"

"System, you're not just teasing me, are you?"

He pressed his finger on the draw button.

The slot machine spun rapidly.

Countless points of light converged.

Niu Ben silently prayed: "System, I'm not greedy—just Pangu's Essence Blood will do, or even the Golden Immortal of the Origin Dao Fruit!"

His prayer seemed to work.

The slot machine gradually slowed to a stop.

The convergence of light points also began to fade.

The Golden Immortal of the Origin Dao Fruit slowly slid toward him.

His heart leaped into his throat. Just as he thought he was about to obtain the Golden Immortal of the Origin Dao Fruit, at the very last moment, the pattern moved forward just a little.

It finally landed on Chaos Creation Liquid.

"Damn it!"

Niu Ben nearly lost it, his heart filled with speechless frustration.

Is this slot machine deliberately messing with me? I had my expectations maxed out, and this is what I get?

The Chaos Creation Liquid is the worst prize among them.

And it just had to land on this one.

He rolled his eyes in frustration, pocketed the reward, and feeling a bit annoyed, simply lay down to sleep.

Time is unmarked in the Primordial Wilderness.

And his cultivation didn't require a step-by-step grind—why bother working hard when he had the system?

Wasn't lying low more appealing?

A few more chances to draw, and he'd eventually snag all those rewards.

His strength had now reached the peak of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, and breaking through wasn't something that could happen overnight.

Niu Ben blinked, and a thousand years had passed.

Even while asleep, his power was slowly increasing.

As a being with an innate Origin, like most creatures in the Primordial Wilderness, he didn't need to cultivate—even sleeping would naturally boost his strength.

Now, a millennium had gone by.

Taishang's gentle voice echoed in his mind.

"Come at once!"

A flicker of confusion crossed Niu Ben's eyes before he quickly snapped back to reality.

He felt as if he'd only slept for a moment, yet a thousand years had passed.

Niu Ben left his cave dwelling and headed for Taiqing's Dao Field.

Arriving there, he transformed directly into his original form, the Azure Ox, and appeared before Taishang.

Taishang's figure rose gracefully and settled onto his back.

With a light flick of his Fly Whisk.

Primordial Heavenly Lord and Tongtian also arrived, each accompanied by a disciple.

They were Guangchengzi and Duobao, respectively.

Both were disciples under the two masters, and this trip was meant to let them see the world.

Over the past thousand years, Primordial Heavenly Lord and Tongtian, as if in competition, had arranged all sorts of trials for their disciples, pushing them to the brink.

As they journeyed forward, Niu Ben unleashed his divine powers, appearing to stroll through the clouds, but moving at incredible speed.

With Taishang's Quasi-Saint strength backing him, it took only half a day to reach the overseas Purple Mansion Prefecture.

At this moment, Purple Mansion Prefecture was bustling with activity.

It could truly be called the Myriad Immortals Assembly, with many among the crowd being guests from the Purple Firmament Palace.

Countless beings had heard the news, and though they lacked invitations, they still came to attend, hoping to broaden their horizons and see the legendary three thousand guests of the Purple Firmament Palace—to know who these exalted figures were.

Most of them were at the Golden Immortal realm.

Many hadn't even reached that level.

Their purpose in coming was also to join the Purple Mansion Immortal Court, since East Prince Gong was the Dao Ancestor's personally appointed Head of Male Immortals.

Just then.

"Boom!"

A dazzling sword light tore through the void.

A figure stepped out from the rift in space.

East Prince Gong's eyes lit up with excitement as he saw the newcomer.

He never expected Ancestor Minghe to show up. The three thousand guests of the Purple Firmament Palace all knew Minghe had a bad temper, yet here he was in person. East Prince Gong felt immensely honored.

But he didn't rise to greet him; instead, he signaled to someone beside him.

The Purple Mansion Envoy, a Quasi-Saint Great Expert, immediately stepped forward to welcome him, giving due respect.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, please take a seat!"

Other Quasi-Saint Great Experts also greeted Minghe's arrival.

The so-called "three thousand guests of the Purple Firmament Palace" wasn't an exact count—it represented the Three Thousand Great Daos of the Primordial Wilderness.

Ancestor Minghe ranked among the top in terms of power across the entire Primordial Wilderness.

He was one of the top combat forces among Quasi-Saints—as long as the Blood Sea didn't dry up, Minghe wouldn't die.