Primordial Wilderness: Download Pangu's Cultivation at the Start - Part 45

Once the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation erupted to its peak, the strength of Ancestor Dragon, Phoenix Ancestor, Shi Qilin, and others would all rise to Peak Quasi-Saint, while Ancestor Hongjun, Yang Mei, and other experts might even attain Hunyuan enlightenment. How could he afford to be slower than them?

"Ding!"

"Please choose, Master: temporarily gain 1.5G of download traffic, or permanently gain 700KB Download Speed."

Temporary, permanent!

Qing Tian's gaze sharpened as he pondered.

In the long run, a permanent upgrade was the best choice—steady and enduring.

But what he needed now was to boost his strength as quickly as possible. If he chose permanent, the help it offered at this moment wouldn't be too obvious.

"Temporarily boost download speed."

He made his decision decisively.

"Ding!"

"Offering begins."

With the system's prompt tone, the Ancestor Dragon Pearl vanished into thin air.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, Master, for obtaining temporary 1.5G of download traffic."

The system's voice continued, surprising Qing Tian.

He hadn't expected the Ancestor Dragon Pearl to be so extraordinary, far surpassing a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!

"Please select a download option, Master."

"Download Pangu's cultivation."

Qing Tian ordered without a second thought.

"Ding!"

"Downloading Pangu's cultivation begins."

"Does Master wish to use 1.5G for accelerated download?"

Wasn't that obvious?

"Use it!"

"Use successful. Pangu's cultivation is downloading. Estimated download time: one thousand five hundred years."

With the boost in download speed, Qing Tian could clearly feel a mysterious power continuously pouring into his body.

Unlike before, he didn't choose to go into seclusion during this enhancement process.

A thousand five hundred years—too many things could happen.

Right now was the rise of the great tribulation, the perfect chance to seize various benefits. Once the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation ended, the Primordial Wilderness would enter an era of decline.

Each generation weaker than the last—that wasn't just empty talk.

From the dawn of the Primordial Wilderness to the Dragon-Han Tribulation, then the War of Wu and Yao, the Conferment Tribulation, the Journey to the West Tribulation, and so on.

In truth, the overall strength of the Primordial Wilderness had been steadily declining.

This might partly be due to the Heavenly Dao's deliberate restriction, but other factors played a role too.

For instance, countless worlds shattered, numerous spiritual treasures destroyed in battle, and so forth.

Qing Tian understood clearly in his heart that his system was a treasure-devouring beast that consumed spiritual treasures.

So he had to seize this opportunity to gather as many spiritual treasures as possible.

At the same time, he also had to guard against Ancestor Hongjun causing trouble.

As the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun was far from as simple as he seemed.

Not to mention anything else, the Jade Plate of Creation's ability to obscure heavenly secrets, ensuring no one could scheme against him, was already incredibly heaven-defying.

With that thought, he rose to his full height and summoned Meng Wu and Luohu.

He said to Luohu, "You are the Devil Ancestor of the Western World, and also a figure within this tribulation. It is destined that you must undergo a great battle. If you win, you can attain Hunyuan enlightenment and enjoy boundless years of peace. If you lose, you will perish, body and soul, and your eons of cultivation will turn to ashes."

Luohu nodded. He already knew what Qing Tian was saying.

But for now, the heavenly secrets were still unclear, and he had no direct target.

"Please enlighten me, Dao Venerable. How should I, your subordinate, proceed?" He bowed respectfully and asked for guidance.

"You are the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons, entering the Dao through slaughter. It is fated that you must undergo a vast tide of killing to attain Hunyuan enlightenment. The War of the Three Clans is your opportunity. As for the specifics, you must grasp them yourself."

Qing Tian didn't explain too thoroughly, only offering a slight hint.

With Luohu's intelligence, understanding the meaning behind the words wasn't difficult.

After arranging Luohu's matters, Qing Tian looked at Meng Wu and spoke slowly, "You will come with me."

"Where are we going?"

Meng Wu asked curiously.

"The north, the Beast Stronghold."

Qing Tian said calmly.

The Three Innate Races were all protagonists of this Tribulation, shielded by the Destiny of the Primordial World. Fighting them would bring no benefit, and would instead easily disrupt the course of the great calamity, leading to unpredictable changes.

After all, as a time-traveler, his greatest advantage was foreknowledge.

If he went all out with a flurry of actions and ended up altering the course of the Primordial World, that would truly be a disaster.

Compared to the Three Innate Races, Shen Ni, the Beast King, was much easier to deal with.

Hearing Qing Tian's answer, Meng Wu was somewhat stunned. She said softly, "Master, I've heard that the Beast Stronghold in the north gathers many terrifying Primordial Beasts—fierce, brutal, and even stronger than our Phoenix Clan. If we just go like this, isn't it too risky?"

"You need to understand one thing: fortune favors the bold. Besides, a mere Shen Ni is nothing in This Seat's eyes."

Qing Tian laughed and said casually.

With his current strength, even if Ancestor Hongjun came, he wouldn't gain the upper hand. Only if Ancestor Hongjun, Shen Ni, the leaders of the Three Races, and other powerhouses all joined forces might they have a chance.

Hearing Qing Tian's words, Meng Wu obediently lowered her head. Vermilion flames blazed over her body as she transformed into a massive Vermilion Bird divine beast.

Having followed Qing Tian for so long, her strength had also risen to the peak of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, only a step away from Quasi-Saint.

Qing Tian stepped forward, landed on Meng Wu's back, and sat cross-legged. "Let's go."

"Yes."

Meng Wu soared into the sky with a cry, turning into a streak of light that shot toward the horizon, vanishing in an instant.

The north.

Within the endless mountain ranges, a fierce, murderous aura rushed toward them.

Even before drawing close, one could feel the terrifying power within that made the soul tremble.

Roar!

A shocking roar rang out.

In the distant mountains, a Demon Ape covered in black fur, thousands of feet tall, strode across.

Just then, an Azure Python tens of thousands of feet long suddenly burst forth, opening its mouth to bite at the Demon Ape.

The Demon Ape reacted swiftly, throwing a punch that sent the python flying.

The python thrashed wildly, its mountain-like body coiling toward the Demon Ape.

The Demon Ape howled at the sky, its massive frame leaping into the air, radiating a shimmering Dark Light. Like an Ancient Demon Mountain, it came crashing down heavily, slamming into the ground.

Boom!

Without any suspense, the Azure Python's head was smashed to pieces by the Demon Ape.

It howled again at the sky, grabbed the python's body, and tore into it with great bites. Blood gushed everywhere, a thick stench of blood filled the air, and large chunks of flesh fell to the ground, sparking a scramble among countless creatures.

Such scenes played out in every corner of the north.

A world of the strong preying on the weak!

In the void, Meng Wu watched this brutal scene, stunned speechless.

She had carried Qing Tian from Penglai Immortal Island all the way to the north, taking a full eight hundred and twenty-four years.

And that was only because Meng Wu had broken through her cultivation midway, reaching the Quasi-Saint realm.

Otherwise, the time would have been even longer.

"This is the northern world. The only rule here is strength—fists do the talking. The beasts here have absorbed the Sha Qi from the Heaven-Opening, making them extremely mad and irritable."

Qing Tian explained to Meng Wu, while simultaneously spreading his divine sense infinitely outward, searching for traces of Shen Ni.