Primordial Wilderness: Starting by Downloading Pangu's Cultivation

Hongjun departed, and the remaining power of the Jade Plate of Creation was no longer enough to conceal Shen Ni's whereabouts.

"Let's go. Let's go down and meet this Emperor of Fierce Beasts."

Qing Tian patted Meng Wu and gave the order.

Meng Wu let out a long cry. Though she felt that the thick fog below held no trace of life, she still flew down.

"Shen Ni, come out and face me."

Qing Tian spoke calmly, his voice not loud.

Yet it carried in every direction, without the slightest fading.

Shen Ni's gaze sharpened, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

Though Hongjun had repeatedly urged him to turn and flee the moment he encountered Qing Tian.

But as the Emperor of the Fierce Beast Clan, if he retreated without a fight, wouldn't word of it spread and make him a laughingstock?

With that thought, he let out a bold laugh and said, "What divine being comes to my Fierce Beast domain, and for what purpose?"

As he spoke, he stepped out from the mist, his eyes sweeping over Qing Tian as if trying to discern what made him so extraordinary that Hongjun would take him so seriously.

"Shen Ni? You have some nerve. This Venerable gives you two choices: submit, or die!"

Qing Tian glanced at Shen Ni, speaking from on high.

Shen Ni's eyes blazed with cold light. "You're asking for death!"

Boom!

A violent aura surged forth. His left hand clenched, and a long sword appeared in his grasp, while his right hand held a broken war lance. His battle intent soared without cease.

"The Chaos Demon Sword and the Blood Kill Spear. I never thought these two supreme killing treasures would fall into your hands."

Qing Tian smiled and said to Meng Wu, "Step back for now."

Once Meng Wu had withdrawn, he took a single step forward. In an instant, the world's primal energy reversed, forming a terrifying vortex.

Qing Tian stood at the center of the vortex, looking down at Shen Ni from on high, his gaze indifferent, like a god gazing upon mortals.

Shen Ni was enraged. With a vicious roar, he charged forward, wielding the Chaos Demon Sword and the Blood Kill Spear.

Gurgle...

As he charged, a mass of cyan cloud-light emerged above his head. Within it, a cyan banner could faintly be seen, transforming into layers of radiant light that fully shielded Shen Ni's body.

"The Eastern Green Lotus Treasure Banner?"

Qing Tian looked on with interest, not expecting Shen Ni to have such fortune as to obtain the Green Lotus Treasure Banner.

But before true strength, these things... were worthless!

Boom!

Heaven-shaking momentum surged. Qing Tian casually threw a punch, smashing it toward Shen Ni.

In that moment, heaven and earth shattered, the sky reversed, and Sha Qi billowed, shrouding the Northern Continent like the coming of the apocalypse.

The ground for five billion li all cracked apart, turning into endless dust. Flames from deep underground burst forth, nearly staining the sky red.

Endless void shattered into terrifying black holes, as if they could devour the heavens themselves.

Shen Ni's heart jolted. The light of the Green Lotus Treasure Banner above his head blazed brighter, forming a canopy that firmly protected him.

"Killing this Emperor won't be so easy!"

Shen Ni's gaze was fierce. The Blood Kill Spear in his hand shot into the sky, and upon reaching the vortex's center, it suddenly exploded. Boundless destructive power spread out, colliding with Qing Tian's fist force, and finally dissipated into nothing.

Boom!

Shen Ni's body crashed to the ground. A trace of a smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and an unnatural flush spread across his face.

With just one blow, Qing Tian had forced him to self-destruct a spirit treasure to escape. Such strength was truly staggering!

Shen Ni circulated his Mana to heal his wounds, inwardly regretting his decision.

He should have listened to Hongjun's advice and fled as far as he could.

Qing Tian descended from the void, moving like an ordinary man—a hundred li with each step. In a few breaths, he stood before Shen Ni and said flatly, "I'll ask you once more: submit, or die?"

Shen Ni's body trembled violently. Gritting his teeth, he said, "I am willing to submit."

Boom!

Before the words had even faded, the Chaos Demon Sword in his hand condensed into a needle-thin strand, striking through the air in a sneak attack aimed at Qing Tian.

As for himself, he retreated, spreading a pair of broad wings behind him like demonic wings, tearing through billions of li of void as he fled toward the horizon.

"Heh, trying to leave?"

Qing Tian raised a hand and caught the Chaos Demon Sword. No matter how fiercely the murderous weapon trembled, it could not break free.

Casually suppressing the sword into the World-Destroying Millstone, he fixed his gaze on Shen Ni and gently reached out his right hand.

In an instant, a terrifying scene unfolded.

A heaven-covering giant hand abruptly appeared in the sky, sweeping across the Northern Continent. As its dreadful aura spread, it shattered countless mountains and sent billions of fierce beasts trembling in fear.

Shen Ni, who was in the midst of fleeing, sensed something amiss. He turned his head to look, and was instantly terrified out of his wits.

Boom!

Before he could react, that enormous hand had already slammed down fiercely, causing the Green Lotus Treasure-Colored Flag above his head to tremble violently. In the end, its clear light scattered, and a cyan-colored flag fell, snatched away directly by the hand.

Pfft!

Shen Ni spat out a torrent of blood from his mouth, his eyes filled with sheer terror.

He had already fled eighty-six billion li, nearly stepping into the Eastern World, yet this great hand still possessed such overwhelming might. Just how terrifying was Qing Tian's true strength?!

"Kirin Ancestor, save me!"

Three years later, Shen Ni was on the verge of collapse. He roared hoarsely, desperately pleading for help from Shi Qilin.

It turned out that after three years of frantic flight, he had actually fled to the vicinity of the Kirin Clan's territory.

From the Northern Continent to the Kirin Clan, the distance between them could no longer be measured in li. Even using light-years as a unit would seem utterly insignificant.

From this, one could see just how fast a Sub-Saint Realm cultivator could move!

"This... is the Emperor of Fierce Beasts, Shen Ni? What has happened to him? It looks like he's being hunted down?"

Shi Qilin heard Shen Ni's voice, and his heart trembled violently. As he gazed at the wretched figure in the void, his pupils sharply contracted, and his mind was filled with shock.

Just who could possibly have chased Shen Ni to such a state? This was far too exaggerated!

"Kirin Ancestor, if you block me, you die!"

Just as Shi Qilin was weighing the pros and cons, Qing Tian's voice suddenly rang out.

That familiar voice, along with the aura that suppressed all things and annihilated everything, instantly made Shi Qilin abandon any thoughts of interference. He dared not meddle in Shen Ni's affairs.

"Damn it!"

Shen Ni cursed loudly, pulling out several spirit herbs to restore his injuries, then turned and flew toward the peak of Buzhou Mountain.

He had to seek help from other living beings!

Behind him, that sky-covering great hand moved unhurriedly, always maintaining a certain distance from him.

This only made Shen Ni's expression grow uglier.

He knew full well in his heart that Qing Tian could have killed him outright. The reason he was toying with him like a cat with a mouse was to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys—to intimidate the many Great Powers of the Primordial Wilderness!

"Qing Tian!"

On Kunlun Mountain, Ancestor Hongjun flew into a rage, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Hongjun had planned everything out well, but he never expected Qing Tian to also set his sights on Shen Ni.

This was far from good news—it had ruined his grand scheme!

And worst of all, Shen Ni was now flying straight toward the Divine Court.

If Di Tian were also targeted by Qing Tian, whether he was subdued or killed, neither outcome would be favorable.

"As things stand, this old Daoist has no choice but to take the risk and act."

Ancestor Hongjun let out a soft sigh, a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

According to the Heavenly Dao's instructions, he should not have made a move so early, but circumstances forced his hand, leaving him no choice.

He flicked the whisk in his hand, and the void trembled incessantly. The space before him was instantly torn apart, forming a jagged rift.

Through this rift, Hongjun vaguely caught sight of Shen Ni's panicked figure fleeing, and his gaze sharpened slightly.

"Shen Ni, come here at once!"

A vast voice condensed into a single thread, transmitting precisely into Shen Ni's ears.

Shen Ni was momentarily stunned. He had been on his way to Buzhou Mountain, never expecting such a sudden turn of events.