Blessed Land

In the Primordial World, time is not measured by years, and another Huiyuan Era has quietly slipped away.

Since Qing Huan left Falling Phoenix Slope, everything he witnessed along the way was a scene of utter devastation.

Between various races, they did not hesitate to engage in brutal conflict and mutual slaughter for the sake of that ethereal, elusive chance to pursue the Great Dao.

They turned on their own kin for the sake of Innate Spiritual Treasures and Innate Spiritual Roots; some even attempted to prove their Dao through slaughter, turning the once-peaceful Primordial Earth into a blood-soaked nightmare.

Watching these myriad creatures of the Primordial World, Qing Huan could not help but feel a ripple of emotion in his heart, and he gradually understood why the Heavenly Dao sought to settle accounts with those beings burdened by heavy karma.

These creatures knew only how to take, wantonly creating boundless slaughter across the Primordial World without ever contributing anything to this realm; such behavior made it only reasonable for the Heavenly Dao to settle the score.

However, as the saying goes, in the pursuit of a glimmer of survival to change one's fate, one might say: "If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die without regret in the evening."

There is no right or wrong in pursuing the Great Dao... but one must bear the corresponding Karma.

Although the Primordial World is vast and boundless, housing billions of races, the sheer number of them is beyond imagination.

Yet, the quantity of Innate Spiritual Treasures and Innate Spiritual Roots is extremely limited; how could they possibly satisfy the division among these trillions of beings?

Not to mention that these Innate Spiritual Treasures and Innate Spiritual Roots absorb an absolutely terrifying amount of Innate Spiritual Qi.

Consider that an Innate Spiritual Treasure carries within it a small world, or even a Great Thousand World.

And this Innate Spiritual Qi, in the final analysis, is all drawn from the origin of the Primordial World.

One must know that the Primordial World is vast and boundless, enough to contain trillions of top-tier planes like Great Thousand Worlds.

Those who attempt to prove the Dao by relying on the small worlds contained within spiritual treasures are, in Qing Huan's view, simply drunk on delusions.

Thinking of Randeng, who took the twenty-four Sea-Calming Divine Pearls and fused them with the Universe Ruler in a vain attempt to prove the Dao and become a Saint, Qing Huan could not help but chuckle.

Not to mention that those twenty-four Sea-Calming Divine Pearls only contained twenty-four worlds, even if they were twenty-four billion Great Thousand Worlds, so what?

In the end, they were still within the scope of the Primordial World.

To try and use the world laws of a spiritual treasure to prove the Dao of the Primordial World—is that not a fool's dream?

A spiritual treasure is birthed by the Primordial World itself, so how could it transcend the Dao of the Primordial World?

He did not know which "genius" gave Randeng that idea, but the fact remained that Randeng ultimately failed to become a Saint.

If this method were feasible, the Primordial World would not exist as it does.

If the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods could have opened the heavens and proven the Dao simply by relying on their own spiritual treasures containing a world of chaos, would it ever have been Pangu's turn?

"Hahahaha..."

The more Qing Huan thought about it, the funnier it became; it was like someone on Blue Star holding a ten-centimeter toy house and claiming that people could live in it.

It had been a long time since Qing Huan had laughed so heartily; his stomach began to ache, and tears nearly spilled from his eyes.

"Cough, cough..."

After a burst of laughter, Qing Huan gradually returned to calm.

At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to quiet down along with him, with only a gentle breeze brushing past, bringing a touch of tranquility.

Just in this moment of stillness, a faint pull suddenly flashed through Qing Huan's mind—it was the unique aura of an Innate Spiritual Root.

Although this aura appeared for only an instant, Qing Huan captured it keenly and, without hesitation, sped off in the direction of the pull.

Before long, a mountain range towering into the clouds came into view.

The peaks rolled and undulated like a dormant azure dragon coiled upon the earth, the mountain terrain majestic and imposing, piercing straight into the nine heavens.

At the summit, purple clouds and auspicious mist danced like nimble fairies, and the spiritual energy surged like a violent tide, emitting rhythmic, melodious roars.

"Heh, it truly is a Blessed Land capable of nurturing an Innate Spiritual Root.

It is a pity that my own Blessed Land was entirely used to refine the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Seven Symbols Treasure Umbrella, otherwise, it would not be inferior to this place."

Qing Huan muttered to himself.

Having said that, Qing Huan summoned the spiritual treasure, the Xuanhuang Seal.

At this moment, the Xuanhuang Seal was only the size of a palm in his hand, but the moment he threw it out, it rapidly expanded until it was comparable to a towering mountain, carrying a majestic momentum as it smashed toward one of the peaks.

Just as the Xuanhuang Seal was about to strike the mountain:

"Bang!"

It was suddenly blocked by a brilliant light barrier.

"Heh, as expected. It seems my intuition was correct; this is an Innate Grand Formation."

Seeing this, Qing Huan did not wish to forcibly destroy the formation; with a thought, he retracted the Xuanhuang Seal.

Qing Huan flashed and arrived outside the Innate Grand Formation.

He knew clearly that this place was highly likely to be nurturing a High-grade Innate Spiritual Root, and once the aura leaked, various great powers would surely be guided by the secrets of heaven and flock here.

"Forget it, I shall refine it slowly!"

However, at this very moment, a certain creature suddenly felt a surge of unease in his heart, as if his own fortune were quietly slipping away, with a lingering feeling that he had lost some vital heavenly treasure.

This feeling grew increasingly intense, leaving him restless and unable to sit still.

"No, I must go out and search!"

With those words, he transformed into a streak of light, swiftly flying out of the cave dwelling to begin his search across the vast Primordial world.

"Crack..."

A crisp sound echoed as Qing Huan successfully refined and mastered one of the restrictions of the Innate Grand Formation.

Taking advantage of the opening, Qing Huan turned into a streak of light and entered the formation.

He saw that above the dome, an Innate Spiritual Vein hung inverted like a golden waterfall, radiating a brilliant glow.

In the very center of the formation, a colossal tree towered upward, its trunk tearing through layers of spiritual mist as it soared toward the heavens.

The ten-thousand-foot-tall gilded trunk stood as a testament to its extraordinary nature.

At the very top of the canopy, two Dao fruits hung in the center of a thunderstorm vortex, standing aloft like twin stars of yin and yang, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

The fruit on the left resembled a solidified azure storm; beneath its skin, the essence of gale winds surged like a rushing river.

The air currents erupting from the cracks on its surface sounded like millions of Kunpeng screeching in unison, and wherever they passed, space was shredded like fragile paper, leaving behind fishbone-shaped vacuum trenches.

The fruit on the right had a purplish-black shell covered in scale-like lightning patterns. Between every groove, the essence of heavenly thunder danced, and the lightning gathered on the skin to form a miniature black hole, its pulses shattering the falling yellow leaves within a radius of ten thousand miles.

"Hiss..."

At this moment, even Qing Huan could not help but be moved. Staring closely, he realized this must be the Immortal Apricot, one of the Ten Great Spiritual Roots.

"Hahahaha, all these years of searching were truly not in vain."

Qing Huan was overjoyed, feeling extremely satisfied with this Blessed Land.

After all, this was the dojo of Zhongnan Mountain Jade Pillar Cave, the place where a sliver of Hongyun's true spirit reincarnated as Yun Zhongzi.

Although this cave dwelling was not as famous as those of Guangchengzi or Taiyi True Person, the reputation of those so-called Twelve Golden Immortals was merely a hollow prosperity.

Their cave dwellings could never grow one of the Ten Great Spiritual Roots.

Yun Zhongzi, however, was a True Immortal of Fortune and Virtue, an existence who did not fall into the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods; how could the fortune of those twelve compare to his?

In the current Primordial era, Innate Spiritual Qi still existed, so the fruits of the Immortal Apricot were not limited to a single harvest.

The Immortal Apricot blossomed in thirty thousand years, bore fruit in thirty thousand years, and ripened in another thirty thousand years.

As for why it could only bear fruit once in the later ages, it was all because the Witch-Demon War had shattered the heavens and the earth.

The Innate Spiritual Qi gradually dissipated following the end of the Witch-Demon Calamity, and the Primordial world was subsequently filled only with Postnatal Spiritual Qi; in such an environment, it would be a miracle if the Immortal Apricot could bear fruit at all.