Consciousness slowly gathered amid endless chaos and darkness.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Su Ming tried hard to "open" his eyes, only to discover that he had no eyelids at all.
He lowered his head and saw his own illusory hands. They were as transparent as smoke, and he could clearly see the distorted light behind his palms.
A ghost?
The icy thought exploded in his consciousness.
Was he dead? And then... had he become a wandering spirit?
Before he could recover from this enormous upheaval, an indescribably vast and ancient aura, like an invisible hand, fiercely seized his fragile soul.
Su Ming's "gaze" snapped upward.
A mountain.
No, that was no ordinary mountain at all!
It was a towering pillar that reached the heavens, gray and hazy, as if it had existed here since time immemorial.
Its summit had long since disappeared into the chaotic currents beyond the Ninth Heaven. No one knew how high it reached.
Its base was deeply rooted in the boundless earth, with no end in sight.
Just "looking" at it made Su Ming's soul tremble violently, as if the overwhelming pressure would crush him into dust the very next moment.
Buzhou Mountain!
Those three words surfaced directly in his mind like an instinct born into him.
Just then, beneath Buzhou Mountain, the earth began to heave violently like the surface of water.
Twelve towering figures stepped out from the shadows of the mountain range, their heavy footsteps shaking the heavens and earth.
Every step they took caused the entire Primordial Wilderness to roar!
Su Ming's soul nearly scattered beneath the thunder of their footsteps.
He endured the soul-rending pain and stared in horror at the twelve figures.
They were not human at all!
The giant at the front had a human face and a tiger's body, golden scales covering him, with a pair of wings growing from his ribs. His baleful aura soared into the sky.
Behind him was a figure green as emerald bamboo, with a bird's body and a human face, treading upon two Azure Dragons.
Another had a human face and a serpent's body, its entire form crimson red.
More terrifyingly, one had eight human heads and ten tails, with a tiger's body and a human face...
The twelve giants all had different forms. Each one was ferocious and horrifying, as if they were manifestations of the most primitive and violent "Dao" in heaven and earth. The barbaric, domineering aura of absolute supremacy radiating from them froze Su Ming's soul.
This was...
Su Ming's consciousness was thrown into immense turmoil.
Before he could digest this terrifying sight, the winds and clouds high above the Ninth Heaven suddenly reversed, and the firmament was ripped open by two enormous gashes.
Endless golden light poured down like torrential rain.
Two dazzling suns descended from the rifts!
No, those were not suns!
They were two divine birds!
Their entire bodies burned with golden flames of supreme yang and strength. They were majestic beyond compare, their dignity unrivaled. Every feather seemed to have been forged from gold, and three legs grew from each of their bellies. As they stood in the void, even space let out an overwhelmed, mournful cry.
"Caw!"
A high-pitched cry filled with supreme imperial might resounded throughout heaven and earth.
The golden flames in the sky and the barbaric baleful aura surrounding the twelve giants on the ground formed a stark and intense confrontation.
Three-Legged Golden Crows...
Terrifying giants...
Buzhou Mountain...
An absurd yet horrifying thought began to grow wildly in Su Ming's heart.
He had not merely transmigrated. He had... damn it, transmigrated into the Primordial Wilderness!
That world where Saints walked everywhere and Grand Unity Golden Immortals were beneath even dogs!
"Di Jun! Tai Yi!"
Below, the human-faced, tiger-bodied giant let out an earth-shaking roar. The rolling sound waves made the sky tremble.
"You feathered beasts! How dare you trespass into the territory of our Wu Clan's Pangu Hall? Are you tired of living?"
In the sky, the larger Three-Legged Golden Crow on the left had golden flames dancing in his dignified eyes. His voice was vast and cold.
"Zhurong, do not get carried away!"
"This Primordial World Heaven and Earth was created by Father God Pangu, not owned exclusively by your Wu Clan! The Heavenly Court acts on behalf of Heaven and governs all living beings. Since your Wu Clan does not understand the Heavenly Mandate, you deserve punishment!"
"Hahaha!" On the other side, the Three-Legged Golden Crow holding an ancient chaos-colored bell threw his head back and laughed. His laughter was filled with an overbearing arrogance that looked down upon all under heaven. "Why bother wasting words on these fools who know nothing but body cultivation, Brother? If they refuse to submit, beat them until they do!"
"Eastern Emperor Tai Yi! How dare you!"
"Kill!"
With a furious shout, the twelve figures shot into the sky.
Zhurong opened his mouth and spat out endless Divine Fire capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas.
Gonggong let out an angry roar, summoning the waters of the Heavenly River to pour down from above.
The Twelve Ancestral Magi!
Di Jun! Eastern Emperor Tai Yi!
Sure enough! This really was the Primordial Wilderness!
Su Ming's soul fell into an icy abyss, bone-deep cold spreading from the depths of his consciousness.
What was he supposed to count as now?
A solitary wandering ghost without even a physical body.
And before him stood the future two Heavenly Emperors of the demon race's Heavenly Court, along with the Twelve Ancestral Magi who ruled the earth!
This was the beginning of the Witch-Demon Tribulation!
At this level of battle, forget a mere ghost like him—even if a Grand Unity Golden Immortal came, being touched by the aftershocks would probably result in his body and soul being annihilated on the spot.
Was this a hell-level starting difficulty?
No, this did not even qualify as hell. He did not even have the qualifications to enter hell!
He was like an ant beneath an elephant's foot. No, he was inferior even to an ant. He was merely a speck of dust that could be scattered by a passing gale at any moment.
It was over.
It was completely over.
He had just transmigrated and already encountered immortals fighting. And damn it, this was a high-end match between peak-level kings.
Endless despair surged through Su Ming's heart.
Just as he felt his soul about to be completely torn apart by the terrifying aftershocks of the battle, and his consciousness was about to return to darkness,
[Beep!]
A clear, cold mechanical voice suddenly rang out in the deepest part of his consciousness.
[The host's soul has been detected to be in an extremely unstable, critical state...] [Binding conditions fulfilled...] [The God-Tier Trait System is binding... 1%... 30%... 99%...] [Beep! System binding successful!] [This system is dedicated to helping the host plunder the strongest traits from the myriad heavens and myriad worlds, forging an supreme foundation!]
The system?
Su Ming's consciousness, already on the verge of collapse, suddenly jolted!
Web novels had not deceived him!
"System! Hurry! Is there any way to save me? I'm about to scatter!" Su Ming screamed frantically in his mind.
[Traits are the fundamental laws that constitute the world and all living beings.] [This system can materialize the information of all things into traits.] [From highest to lowest, trait levels are divided into: purple, gold, red, blue, and cyan.] [Purple is the highest level. It contains the origin of the Dao and possesses infinite possibilities.] [Cyan is the lowest level and contains only basic information.]
The system's voice was utterly emotionless as it explained in a cold tone.
[The host has been detected to be binding the system for the first time. The Newbie Gift Pack has been activated.] [Newbie Benefit: The host will receive one chance to plunder a purple trait. This can only be used once and cannot be stored!]
One... chance to plunder a purple trait?
Su Ming's mind was instantly seized by those words!
Purple was the highest level!
This was the only ray of hope in an absolute crisis!
[Scanning nearby plunderable purple traits for the host...] [Scanning...]
Su Ming's "gaze" pierced through the world-destroying battlefield, passed over the Twelve Ancestral Magi and the two Golden Crows, and landed behind them on the ancient, magnificent palace standing at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
The palace had been built from some unknown material. It was entirely dark and mysterious, without the slightest decoration, yet it radiated a weight and majesty that suppressed the ages.
Two Dao Runes were written on the palace's plaque.
Pangu!
Pangu Hall!
[Beep! Scan complete!] [Target locked: Pangu Hall!] [The core of Pangu Hall has been detected to contain a plunderable purple trait!]
An illusory panel unfolded within Su Ming's consciousness.
At the very top of the panel was a line of text so darkly purple it seemed almost black, as though thick ink might drip from it.
[Trait: Heart of Pangu (Purple)] [Description: Transformed from the heart of Pangu, the god who split the sky and earth. It is the source of life and power in the Primordial World, containing Father God Pangu's supreme Essence Blood and the imprint of Sky Splitting. It is the origin of the Twelve Ancestral Magi and the foundation of the entire Wu Clan!]
The Heart of Pangu!
At that moment, Su Ming's soul nearly boiled with excitement!
He knew of Pangu Hall and knew that the Twelve Ancestral Magi had been formed from Pangu Essence Blood, but he had never imagined that the core of Pangu Hall was actually the legendary Heart of Pangu!
What an utterly heaven-defying opportunity!
That was the heart of Great God Pangu!
Though it was merely a purple trait,
even adding another level above it, a purple-gold level, would not be excessive!
With it, he would possess Pangu's bloodline and the potential to become an Ancestral Wu—or even surpass the Ancestral Magi!
In this Primordial Wilderness where immortals fought, what could possibly make for a better start?
What soul state? What Witch-Demon War? At this moment, Su Ming had cast all of it to the back of his mind.
Only that line of purple text remained in his eyes!
Wealth was found through danger!
In the Primordial Wilderness, without an Origin/Foundation or strength, one was merely an ant!
Now, an opportunity to become a "second-generation Pangu" was right before him!
If he did not fight for it now, when would he?
He would be letting himself down even if he hesitated for a second!
"System!"
Su Ming's intent had never been more resolute.
"Plunder the [Heart of Pangu] trait!"
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