Primordial Wilderness: Starting by Downloading Pangu's Cultivation Section 9

Qing Tian was ecstatic. His strength was already overwhelming, and now with the Pangu Axe in hand, even a Golden Immortal of the Origin could be suppressed and slain.

"Pangu Axe!"

"Come out!!"

"..."

With a thunderous shout, Qing Tian attempted to summon the Pangu Axe and behold it.

Boom!

In an instant.

As Qing Tian's furious roar echoed, a slowly spreading heavenly might appeared above his head.

Crackle!

Lightning flashed, and dark clouds blotted out the entire sky of the Wild Continent.

In that moment.

Countless living beings across the Wild Continent raised their heads to gaze at the heavens.

All they could see was the entire sky shrouded in black clouds, from which emanated a powerful aura.

That aura pressed down on them, suffocating and oppressive.

Deep within an ancient valley mountain range on the Wild Continent, a colossal Fierce Beast, eighty thousand spans in length, coiled.

Now, this beast lifted its star-like eyes to peer at the Wild Continent.

"What is happening? Why such divine might? Has some being broken through to become a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin?"

The beast pondered, staring at the dark clouds that had appeared in the void.

For those clouds to blanket the entire sky of the Wild Continent, and even his divine sense could not approach them by half a step—

This was far too terrifying.

This beast was none other than the supreme sovereign of the Fierce Beast Clan on the Wild Continent.

Above the Nine Heavens.

Within a vast Divine Court stood a youth clad in an imperial robe.

He dwelt above the Nine Heavens, and his perception was keener than that of the beings below.

For those dark clouds had even completely covered all Thirty-Three Heavens.

Even he, a being exalted as a god, could not penetrate them.

It seems calamity is about to arise.

A trace of coldness flickered in the youth's eyes.

In the western reaches of the Wild Continent, within a Devil Palace, a Four-Sword-Bearing Being glanced at the void and then paid it no further heed.

At the center of the Wild Continent, on a mountain range, an old man in a Daoist robe sensed a trace of that aura.

Terror filled his eyes, yet he dared not be certain.

And at the very source of all this upheaval—

Qing Tian was now studying the great axe before him with great interest.

It bore no excessive dazzling radiance; it only exuded a sense of profound weight.

Qing Tian reached out a hand and grasped the Pangu Axe, feeling the vast energy contained within.

Boom!

He swung the axe fiercely at the void not far away.

Rip!

With a single stroke, it tore straight through the world-wall woven from the laws of the Wild Continent.

"Damn, this power is too strong."

Qing Tian marveled at the axe's might. A single light swing could rend the world-wall of the Wild Continent—that was terrifying.

Even he, at his current level, could not shatter the world-wall of the Wild Continent.

However, the mana this axe consumed was far too great.

That one swing had drained a third of his mana.*

But thinking about it, it made sense. After all, the Pangu Axe was such a supreme treasure; if it could be used effortlessly, Qing Tian would be invincible.

Putting away the Pangu Axe, Qing Tian took out the Three-Foot Longsword he had just obtained.

"Master has two choices. First, sacrifice it directly to gain a temporary 1G download speed. Second, permanently obtain a 500KB download speed."

"Which does Master choose?"

"..."

Hearing the system's reply, Qing Tian thought it over and chose the second option.

Although the first option seems plentiful, if one plans for the long term, then naturally the second method is better.

"Ding."

"Offering sacrifice begins."

"Estimated time: one thousand years. Please find a safe location for the sacrifice, Master."

"A thousand years, huh?"

Qing Tian gave a helpless smile, then his figure flickered and appeared in a valley not far away.

After that, he set up a formation around the area and began the sacrifice of his spiritual treasure.

"Offering sacrifice begins."

"Countdown: one thousand years."

"..."

And so, Qing Tian entered seclusion, waiting for the time to pass.

Meanwhile, as Qing Tian was sacrificing his spiritual treasure, far away in an Endless Abyss within the Western Continent of the Wild Continent, a shocking upheaval was stirring.

This place was home to a race called the Devil Race. They had dwelled in the abyss for ages, never appearing on the Wild Continent.

Thus, the Wild Continent had no knowledge of this race, yet their strength was no weaker than the three great races currently dominating the Wild Continent.

However, just moments ago, a great hall within the Devil Race had erupted into chaos.

The Demon God Hall.

This hall housed the soul tablets of Devil Race experts at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal level and above.

Within the hall stood over a hundred stone tablets, each bearing a name.

But just now, the tablet inscribed with the name "Blood Demon" had shattered with a crash.

This meant the Blood Demon had fallen.

And not just fallen—his very soul had vanished from heaven and earth.

When the Devil Race beings guarding this place witnessed the scene, their shock was beyond words.

The Blood Demon.

Among the Devil Race, he ranked within the top twenty. With his mastery of the Blood Dao, even a Golden Immortal of the Origin could do nothing against him.

Yet such an existence had fallen.

"Hurry, hurry! Report this to the Devil Ancestor at once!" a Devil Race being said quickly.

Soon, a Devil Race being at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal level shot out of the hall and flew toward the highest mountain range of the Devil Race.

Along the way, countless beings cultivating there stared in surprise at the Devil Race being flying directly overhead.

"What happened?"

"Isn't that one of the Devil's men? Could something major have occurred?"

A few Devil Race beings recognized the one flying.

At those words, the surrounding beings were greatly alarmed—something big must have happened.

At that moment, several figures stood within a palace.

They stood there, boundless divine nature radiating around them, each one a Golden Immortal of the Origin.

And above them sat a figure shrouded in an overwhelming aura.

That vast aura suppressed the entire hall, making it impossible to fully make out his features.

Behind him floated four mighty divine swords, each engraved with a profound, arcane character.