Twelve Great Dragons Slay Tianyuan!
A cold glint flashed, and Wang Lin's gaze returned to its ancient-well stillness as he casually surveyed the endless mountains and rivers.
"This Primordial land... is alive."
Wang Lin's heart stirred.
To his senses, this boundless Primordial World seemed to be constantly writhing. Every inch of space was moving, stretching, explosively expanding.
Even the skin all over his body tingled faintly, as though it were about to be torn apart by the expansion of space!
Were it not for his Innate Body and Great Luo physique, an ordinary cultivator would have been ripped apart by the expanding space the instant they arrived in the Primordial World, dying a gruesome death.
"In the Taiyi Era, there truly could be no ordinary living beings."
Elder Miesheng pulled up an utterly ordinary blade of grass from beneath his feet. With a slight tug, he snapped it in two, feeling its toughness as he could not help but sigh. "This single blade of grass would count as a top-tier Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure in later ages."
"In such an extreme environment, anything that can survive—even a blade of grass, a tree, a flower, or a stone—can be considered Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures."
Wang Lin nodded.
As the two conversed, the other Great Luo cultivators also discovered this.
However, they were all Great Luo beings, Innate Divine Demon-like existences even within the Primordial World. None of them would scrape the land bare.
Except for one person.
Wang Lin gave him a faint glance. He was an unremarkable young man dressed in blue.
Every Innate Divine Demon was extraordinarily handsome, yet this man looked entirely ordinary. At this moment, like an old farmer from the countryside, he was pulling grass from the mountain.
Wang Lin recognized him. His name