Primordial Wilderness: Starting by Downloading Pangu's Cultivation

The Chaos Green Lotus was a legendary Chaos Supreme Treasure.

Seeing the Twelfth-grade Creation Green Lotus appear, Qing Tian reached out and grabbed it, his terrifying power spreading to envelop the entire lotus.

Hum...

The green lotus trembled, releasing a fearsome aura that blocked Qing Tian's power.

"A mere Innate Spiritual Treasure dares to stop me?"

Qing Tian sneered coldly, fully unleashing the power of the Sub-Saint Sixth Heaven, while the faint aura of Pangu's bloodline seeped out almost imperceptibly.

The entire Penglai Immortal Island trembled. Many native creatures cowered in terror, hiding themselves away, fearing calamity would befall them.

Perhaps sensing the presence of Pangu's bloodline, the Creation Green Lotus's resistance weakened, and Qing Tian seized it in one grasp.

"What a fine Creation Green Lotus—truly extraordinary."

Qing Tian marveled inwardly, then sat cross-legged on the spot, beginning to refine it with full concentration.

As for the Jade Bottle, it continued devouring the Three Lights Divine Water, drawing it into its internal space.

Time in the Primordial Wilderness never marked its years. In the blink of an eye, fifty thousand years passed, and Qing Tian finally refined the Twelfth-grade Creation Green Lotus.

By then, the Three Lights Divine Water had long been completely swallowed by the Jade Bottle, revealing the land beneath the lake.

"This is... Breathing Soil?"

Sensing the extraordinary aura emanating from the land beneath the lake, he made a speculative guess.

This lake was no ordinary body of water. The Twelfth-grade Creation Green Lotus had settled here, and with the Three Lights Divine Water present, how could the soil beneath be anything mundane?

After a moment of deliberation, he did not take all the Breathing Soil. His purpose in coming to the Eastern Sea was to find a place for cultivation. Where Breathing Soil existed, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was exceptionally dense—the perfect choice. There was no need to drain the pond to catch the fish.

He raised a finger and pointed. A vast stretch of Breathing Soil split in two. One portion was moved into the Jade Bottle, while the other transformed into a palace, three thousand zhang tall, standing at the center of Penglai Immortal Island.

At the palace entrance hung a plaque inscribed with four large characters: Qing Tian Dao Palace.

"From today onward, this Penglai Immortal Island is my territory."

Looking at his handiwork, Qing Tian nodded in satisfaction.

He then searched Penglai Immortal Island further, finding some spiritual roots and immortal herbs, all of which he relocated near the Qing Tian Dao Palace.

Nourished by the rich spiritual energy of the Breathing Soil, the growth rate of these spiritual roots would surely be beyond imagination.

"I wonder where the two immortal mountains, Fangzhang and Yingzhou, are?"

He pondered silently.

He had thought the Three Immortal Mountains would be together, but after searching far and wide, he found no trace of the other two.

They must not yet be ready to emerge into the world.

After some thought, he set up a great formation around Penglai Immortal Island, using the Blood-Slaying Saber as the formation's eye to guard the entire island.

With his current strength, the formation he laid could block even a Sub-Saint Realm powerhouse.

If a Quasi-Saint stepped into it, with even a slight misstep, they could perish body and soul.

The Blood-Slaying Saber was no joke—it could wound a Quasi-Saint's physical form.

Having done all this, Qing Tian's figure shot into the sky, flying toward the vast Eastern Sea.

Matters on Penglai Immortal Island had come to a close. He had gained considerable benefits. It was time to leave.

Judging by the current situation, the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation was likely not far off. He had best take this opportunity to scheme for advantages.

After all, upgrading the system required no small number of spiritual treasures—he could not afford to slack off.

"And... Hongjun, the Heavenly Dao!"

He thought darkly.

Back on Buzhou Mountain, he had completely burned bridges with the Heavenly Dao.

Under normal circumstances, after the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation, Hongjun would attain enlightenment and become a saint. Then the Heavenly Dao would gradually awaken and take control of the entire Primordial Wilderness.

That would not be good for him.

It would be best to eliminate Hongjun before that happened, removing the threat once and for all.

No matter how powerful the Heavenly Dao was, it had its limitations—it could not act openly. Hongjun was different.

As the Heavenly Dao's spokesperson, Hongjun could freely carry out slaughter and conquest in the Primordial Wilderness.

He was a great threat.

Above the Eastern Sea, calamitous Sha Qi filled the air. The very sky of the Primordial Wilderness had changed color. The great sun grew hazy and indistinct, as if shrouded by some force.

This was the sign of a great tribulation's arrival.

Sha Qi condensed into clouds. Any living being that inhaled this Sha Qi would become irritable and bloodthirsty, unknowingly drawn into the calamity.

"Master, you're finally out!"

Seeing Qing Tian appear, Meng Wu joyfully rushed to greet him.

Western Continent.

Dense demonic qi permeated the air, blotting out the sun and shrouding the entire heavens and earth in a thick blanket.

Beneath the taint of that demonic qi, even the great sun in the sky seemed to turn blood-red, casting an eerie, unnatural light.

On Mount Sumeru.

A middle-aged man with black hair and black robes sat cross-legged atop an ink-black lotus platform.

This man radiated an unparalleled dominance; his entire being was as still as a mountain, as if fused with Mount Sumeru itself, or perhaps merged with heaven and earth, indistinguishable from them.

The moment Penglai Immortal Island opened and the Twelfth-grade Creation Green Lotus emerged into the world, the black lotus beneath this man suddenly trembled, releasing a peculiar aura, as if guiding him.

"Could it be that another Five Elements Lotus Platform has appeared?"

Luohu's gaze was cold and sharp as he murmured to himself.

The Five Elements Lotus Platforms shared a special connection with one another; when they came within a certain range, they would attract each other.

As an Innate Demon God, Luohu naturally understood the wondrous uses of the Five Elements Lotus Platforms, and he desired nothing more than to merge them into one and recreate the Chaos Green Lotus.

With that thought, Luohu rose to his full height. The black lotus beneath him shuddered, transformed into a wisp of smoke, and vanished from Mount Sumeru in an instant.

Above the Eastern Sea.

Dao Venerable Qing Tian was flying eastward with Meng Wu.

The Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation was imminent, and the Wild Continent was already awash in blood and slaughter—the perfect time to reap the spoils.

As for joining the battle...

He had no such intention. His karmic ties with the Dragon Clan were already settled, and he had escaped the calamity. There was no need to wade back into troubled waters.

Woo-woo-woo...

As they traveled, dark clouds suddenly gathered, rolling Sha Qi filled the sky, and the radiance of the great sun was completely blotted out, plunging the entire world into darkness.

Furious waves churned atop the Eastern Sea. Countless fish and shrimp fled in panic, hiding deep beneath the sea, not daring to reveal even a trace of their presence.

A violent storm followed, whipping up waves ten thousand zhang high that crashed forward as if to destroy everything.

Dao Venerable Qing Tian's eyes turned cold. He raised a finger and gently tapped the air. Vast amounts of primal qi in the heavens and earth rapidly converged, forming an invisible wall that blocked the monstrous waves completely, creating a pocket of calm.

"Since you've come, why skulk in the shadows? It only diminishes the Devil Ancestor's bearing."

He spoke calmly, his even voice carrying far into the distance.

No sooner had the words fallen than the towering waves reversed course, churning and roiling across the sea surface before finally coalescing into a black lotus platform tens of thousands of zhang tall.

Upon that lotus platform, a figure stood proudly, his entire body radiating terrifying Sha Qi as he looked down upon all living things.

"The Devil Ancestor..."

Meng Wu's heart suddenly clenched in fear. She didn't even dare to breathe.

On Luohu, she sensed a lethal threat.

That power was too terrifying—nearly world-destroying—and even surpassed the Ancestor Dragon she had faced before.

"Sharp eyes. Worthy of the Dao Venerable Qing Tian, renowned across the Wild Continent."

Luohu spoke coldly. Behind him, billions of demonic phantoms bared their claws and fangs, emitting overwhelming demonic qi that made one's scalp crawl.

Dao Venerable Qing Tian remained unmoved. He raised a hand to shield Meng Wu and said calmly, "I wonder what business the Devil Ancestor has in blocking my path? Do you intend to have a bout with me?"

Luohu narrowed his eyes. He had thought that by coming here, the Twelfth-grade Creation Green Lotus would be his for the taking.

But now that he had actually seen Dao Venerable Qing Tian, he realized things were not as simple as he had imagined.

This Daoist before him appeared ordinary on the surface, but in truth, he had long returned to simplicity and transcended the mundane.