Elsewhere.
Zhao Gongming leisurely pursued Daoist Randeng.
Every so often, he lashed the other's back with his whip, tearing flesh.
Zhao Gongming was having a grand time.
Daoist Randeng howled from the beating.
"This is bitter—far too bitter."
"Why did my debut battle have to be against Zhao Gongming of all people?"
"This is nothing like what I imagined when I came down the mountain."
Daoist Randeng lamented endlessly.
When Daoist Randeng had descended the mountain, he had been high-spirited and brimming with confidence. He had imagined himself shining brilliantly in the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, enjoying boundless glory, then assisting Xi Qi in achieving its great undertaking. In the end, he would gain immense merit and attain the Quasi-Saint realm in one stroke!
But now, Zhao Gongming was teaching Daoist Randeng a harsh lesson.
Daoist Randeng had no time to spare for anything else and could only flee with his fastest escape technique.
But how could a Great Luo Golden Immortal escape from a Quasi-Saint?
It was easier said than done!
If Daoist Randeng truly managed to escape, Zhao Gongming might as well stop calling himself Zhao Gongming.
Before they realized it, they had arrived near an immortal mountain.
The mountain was sealed and protected by Innate Restrictions. Spiritual energy within it was dense, its laws profound, and Dao marks covered the land. It was a natural Blessed Land.
Mount Wuyi!
Back when Cangyuan had journeyed to the Ancestral Land of Humanity, he had encountered Mount Wuyi along the way.
There, he had obtained the High-grade Innate Spiritual Root—the Great Red Robe Tea Tree.
As well as the Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure—the Treasure Dropping Golden Coin.
Besides that, two streams of innate qi within Mount Wuyi had yet to undergo Form Transformation.
Cangyuan had not erased them at