Dragon Subdued in the Eastern Sea, Great Opportunity Found on Wuyi Mountain

After leaving Pangu Hall, Su Ming did not deliberately choose a direction, wandering aimlessly across the boundless Primordial World Great Earth.

That journey lasted several thousand years.

During those millennia.

He passed by Longevity Mountain, sensing Zhen Yuanzi's Way of Wutu, heavy and solid as the earth itself.

He also once passed by the Blood Sea; even he cast an extra glance at Old Ancestor Minghe's sky-piercing aura of slaughter and killing.

The Primordial World was no longer the dead silence of the early days of creation.

The rise of countless living beings had infused this ancient land with unprecedented vitality and vigor—and, of course, endless slaughter and conflict.

One day, Su Ming arrived at the shore of the Eastern Sea.

Before he could even appreciate the magnificent sight of "boundless ocean, azure waves touching the sky," a dragon's roar, filled with brutality and greed, tore through the heavens.

"A human?! No, that's not right... This fleshly body of yours... what powerful blood and qi!"

An Azure Flood Dragon, ten thousand zhang in length, burst through the sea surface, churning up monstrous waves. Its lantern-sized dragon eyes locked onto Su Ming, dripping with covetousness.

"If I devour you, This Seat will surely shed my flood dragon form and achieve true dragonhood!"

This flood dragon was a collateral branch of the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan. Its cultivation had reached the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, and it was considered a regional hegemon in the Eastern Sea, accustomed to throwing its weight around.

After the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation, the Dragon Clan had declined, long past its former glory.

But this flood dragon clearly hadn't faced reality, still indulging in dreams of the past.

Su Ming couldn't even be bothered to waste words on it.

He merely raised his eyes calmly and looked at the flood dragon.

Just one look!

The ten-thousand-zhang flood dragon's body instantly froze. The greed and brutality in its eyes were replaced by boundless terror.

In its perception, the man before it had transformed into Buzhou Divine Mountain, propping up heaven and earth. That supreme pressure, originating from the deepest part of its bloodline, left it without even the courage to twitch a single dragon whisker.

That was... the pressure of Pangu!

"No..."

The flood dragon only had time to let out a despairing wail. The next moment, Su Ming pressed his fingers together like a sword and gently sliced through the void.

An intangible, formless sharp aura silently swept past.

The ten-thousand-zhang flood dragon's body, from head to tail, was neatly split in two. Vast quantities of dragon blood dyed the entire sea crimson.

[Ding! Defeated opponent. Obtained blue word entry: Ten Thousand Years Cultivation]

The Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm dragon's Primordial Spirit didn't even have a chance to escape; it was utterly annihilated under that single slash.

This ordinary little dragon demon hadn't even comprehended any Laws.

After its defeat, the word entry it dropped was equally ordinary.

Beyond that, the twelve Dragon Pearls left behind by the flood dragon caught Su Ming's attention.

He reached out a hand, and twelve beads radiating a treasure-blue light flew out from the flood dragon's corpse, landing in his palm.

The beads spun swiftly, emitting a pure Water Element Law aura.

"Sea Calming Divine Beads?"

Su Ming's brow lifted slightly. This was an unexpected pleasant surprise.

These Sea Calming Divine Beads were originally fragments of the thirty-six Chaos Beads from the time of creation, totaling thirty-six in number. They were Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Later, they fell into the hands of Sect Master Tongtian, who bestowed them upon his disciple Zhao Gongming.

During the Investiture of the Gods war, Zhao Gongming used this treasure to beat the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Elucidating Sect until they had no power to fight back, showing its might.

Unfortunately, they were later taken by two rogue cultivators from Wuyi Mountain, Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao, using the strange treasure "Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin," which led to Zhao Gongming's death and the end of his Dao.

"Unexpected—this little long-worm actually had such a supreme treasure in its possession!"

Su Ming toyed with the divine beads in his hand, his thoughts racing.

Now that Hongjun had not yet begun Preaching the Dao at Purple Cloud Palace, and Tongtian had not yet established the Intercepting Sect, these Sea Calming Divine Beads were naturally masterless.

If he could gather all thirty-six, he might be able to elevate their power to another level, perhaps even restore them to the ranks of Chaos Spiritual Treasures!

With this thought, Su Ming made up his mind.

While seeking great opportunities, collecting the Sea Calming Divine Beads along the way wouldn't be a bad thing.

A thousand years—to the great powers of the Primordial World, it was merely a snap of the fingers.

During this millennium, Su Ming's footprints had nearly covered the entire Eastern Divine Continent.

He witnessed how the power of the Demon Race's Heavenly Court blazed like the midday sun, and he saw countless rogue cultivators fight tooth and nail over a single Blessed Land Cave Heaven.

The entire Primordial World was like a massive powder keg, waiting for just one fuse to set it off completely.

One day, Su Ming arrived at a stretch of unbroken immortal mountains.

The mountain was thick with immortal mist and brimming with spiritual energy—clearly a top-tier Blessed Land Cave Heaven.

Just as he prepared to delve deeper for a closer look, a profoundly mysterious fluctuation of Dao resonance came from deep within the mountain range thousands of miles away, instantly seizing his mind.

"Could this be... an Innate Spiritual Treasure emerging into the world?"

Su Ming's gaze sharpened. With a flicker of his form, he crossed ten thousand miles in an instant and arrived at the source of the fluctuation.

Before him lay a vast valley shrouded by Innate Restrictions. Light and color swirled atop the restrictions, radiant with a thousand auspicious hues, and faintly visible within stood a peculiar Treasure Tree, bearing a single fruit shaped like a copper coin, exuding an enticing treasure glow.

Su Ming's Spiritual Sense swept over a stone tablet outside the valley, upon which three ancient Daoist characters were carved in a bold, flowing script.

"Wuyi Mountain!"

For a brief moment, Su Ming's breath caught.

Wuyi Mountain.

The Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin?!

In an instant, information about this strange treasure surfaced in his mind.

One of the most peculiar Innate Spiritual Treasures in the Primordial Wilderness!

Neither offensive nor defensive, yet capable of dropping all treasures under heaven!

This was practically born to counter those great powers who wielded spiritual treasures!

If he could obtain this treasure, facing the likes of the Three Pure Ones, Di Jun, or Tai Yi in the future, he would have an unexpected trump card up his sleeve.

"Truly, I've searched high and low without finding it, yet now it comes without effort!"

Su Ming's mood brightened instantly.

He carefully observed the Innate Restrictions and found that the light atop them was slowly fading, clearly not far from dissipating on its own.

It seemed that the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin was about to fully mature, and the restrictions were losing their power along with it.

Su Ming chose not to forcefully break the restrictions.

First, there was no need. Second, such a commotion had likely already alerted the cultivators of the four directions.

And sure enough.

In the brief moment he pondered, several streaks of flying light lit up the sky one after another, racing toward this location at tremendous speed.

"How interesting."

Instead of anger, Su Ming smiled.

Perfect timing—let him see what figures roamed the Primordial Wilderness these days.

With a flicker of his form, he merged with the surrounding void, his aura completely concealed, as if he had never been there.

With his current mastery of the Law of Space, coupled with the Primordial Spirit of Pangu's ability to obscure the heavens, unless Hongjun himself arrived in person, no one could detect his traces.

Moments later, the first batch of cultivators arrived outside the valley.

Leading them were two Daoists.

One wore a Crimson Daoist Robe, his aura explosive as fire.

The other was clad in green robes, his expression haughty.

Both were at the late Primordial Unity Golden Immortal stage.

"Hahahaha! Elder Brother, our luck as brothers is truly remarkable! An Innate Spiritual Treasure has emerged here!" the Red-robed Daoist exclaimed, his eyes brimming with wild joy as he gazed at the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin within the valley.

The Green-robed Daoist could barely contain his excitement but still maintained a shred of caution: "Junior Brother, don't be hasty. Such a treasure emerging stirs no small disturbance; covetous eyes are likely not limited to just the two of us."

No sooner had he spoken than a piercing screech came from the western horizon.

A golden light tore through the sky, arriving in an instant, transforming into a sharp-faced, thin-bodied Daoist with a monkey-like visage.

The moment he landed, he cackled eerily: "Fellow Daoists, this treasure is fated for me. I ask you to kindly step aside!"

"Hmph! If you want to snatch the treasure, let's see if you have the skill!"

In an instant, the three factions faced off, the atmosphere suddenly tense and on the verge of violence.

Yet this was only the beginning.

Soon after, several more figures with powerful auras arrived from all directions, surrounding the small valley in an impenetrable ring.

There were Demon Race Great Sages with demonic aura soaring to the heavens, solitary Primordial Wilderness Loose Cultivators, and even a youth clad in a magnificent imperial robe, wearing a Flat Sky Crown, followed by several Golden Armored Divine Generals, his presence imposing—clearly a high-ranking figure from the Demon Race's Heavenly Court.

All eyes were locked onto the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin within the restrictions, about to mature, their gazes burning with undisguised greed and murderous intent.

The very air seemed to freeze.

A great battle for the spiritual treasure was on the verge of erupting.

From the shadows, Su Ming watched all this with keen interest, as if enjoying a fine show.

Among these people, the highest cultivation was merely at the early Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal stage—in his eyes, no different from ants.

He was in no hurry to act, waiting in the shadows to reap the spoils.

"Crack—"

Just then, a crisp sound of shattering echoed through the silent valley.

The Innate Restrictions enveloping the valley had finally split open a gap!

An indescribably subtle treasure light instantly leaked out through the crack.