The Primordial World entered a brand-new era as many powerful figures severed their corpses and advanced to the Quasi-Saint realm.
Ancestor Hong Yun, the famously good-natured man of the Primordial World, was currently drinking tea with Zhen Yuanzi at Wuzhuang Temple.
After severing his Good Corpse and becoming a Quasi-Saint, he could no longer hold back his restless nature and once again began his carefree travels throughout the Primordial Wilderness.
After wandering around for a while, he had come to rest at his old friend's place.
"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, your Ginseng Fruit Tea really gets better the more I drink it!"
Hong Yun smacked his lips, his face beaming with delight.
Zhen Yuanzi sat upright on the Cushion, his bearing as tranquil as a mountain.
"If you like it, then have a few more cups."
Just then, the smile on Hong Yun's face suddenly froze.
In the unseen depths, a profound sensation came from the direction of Buzhou Mountain, tugging at his mind. It seemed that an opportunity closely connected to him was about to emerge.
Zhen Yuanzi noticed his strange expression. "Fellow Daoist, what is it?"
Hong Yun furrowed his brows slightly before relaxing them again. He chuckled. "I sensed that there seems to be an opportunity related to me over at Buzhou Mountain."
Zhen Yuanzi paused. "Buzhou Mountain?"
"Yes!" Hong Yun slapped his thigh. "I remember now! Fellow Daoist Wu Ming mentioned it to me before! He said an opportunity would emerge near Buzhou Mountain, one that would involve many parties. He told me to notify him as soon as I sensed it!"
He looked at Zhen Yuanzi. "Fellow Daoist, don't you think this is a strange coincidence?"
Zhen Yuanzi's expression turned solemn. "The matter Fellow Daoist Wu Ming mentioned has now come to pass?"
"Eight or nine times out of ten!" Hong Yun rose to his feet. "Come on, come on, let's go to Buzhou Mountain and find Fellow Daoist Wu Ming! He specifically instructed me back then, saying that the opportunity contained something extremely important to the Witch Clan!"
Zhen Yuanzi also stood. "I'll go with you."
The two immediately set off, transforming into two streaks of light as they flew straight toward Pangu Hall on Buzhou Mountain.
Inside Pangu Hall, Wu Ming was discussing insights into the Laws with Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and Houtu, the three newly advanced Primordial Golden Immortals among the Ancestral Witches.
Suddenly, he sensed something and looked up toward the hall's entrance.
A moment later, Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi appeared before the hall doors.
"Fellow Daoist Wu Ming!" Hong Yun's voice arrived before he did, and he still wore that cheerful expression.
Wu Ming rose to welcome them. "Fellow Daoists Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi, please come in."
After the two entered the hall, Hong Yun spoke impatiently. "Fellow Daoist Wu Ming! I sensed the matter you mentioned last time! It's at Buzhou Mountain! There's no mistake!"
A look of understanding appeared on Wu Ming's face. "The time has come."
He looked at Hong Yun. "Sorry for the trouble, Fellow Daoist."
"Hey, no need to be so polite!" Hong Yun waved his hand. "It was nothing! Fellow Daoist, what exactly is this opportunity? How could it involve so many parties?"
Wu Ming said, "An Innate Spiritual Root. Several Innate Gourds will grow on it."
He looked at Hong Yun. "One of them will be of great use to our Witch Clan."
Hong Yun suddenly understood. "So that's how it is! Then let's hurry over! We can't let someone else get there first!"
Wu Ming nodded. "That was precisely my intention."
"Yes, Big Brother!" the three Ancestral Witches answered.
He turned to Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and Houtu. "After I leave, the three of you will jointly discuss and handle the clan's affairs. Restrain the clansmen and strictly observe your duties. You must not slack off."
"Yes, Big Brother!" Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and Houtu answered in unison.
Wu Ming said no more. He left Pangu Hall together with Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, flying toward the direction Hong Yun had sensed.
Before long, everyone arrived halfway up Buzhou Mountain. Ahead of them was a valley shrouded in dense white mist.
The white mist churned, and faint fluctuations of an array could be sensed within, blocking Divine Thought from probing inside.
"It should be here." Hong Yun pointed toward the valley entrance.
Wu Ming nodded and looked into the valley.
Through the gaps in the array, he could sense that several powerful auras were already present inside.
"Looks like someone beat us here," Zhen Yuanzi said.
As soon as he finished speaking, three figures emerged from the white mist. They were none other than Taiqing, Yuanshi, and Tongtian.
The Three Pure Ones also paused slightly when they saw Wu Ming and the others.
Yuanshi glanced at Wu Ming, then swept his gaze over Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi. He snorted coldly without saying anything.
Taiqing's expression was calm as he performed a palm salute. "Greetings, fellow Daoists."
Tongtian, meanwhile, laughed heartily. "So it's Fellow Daoist Wu Ming, and Fellow Daoists Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi. You arrived at just the right time. We only got here a short while ago as well."
Wu Ming nodded and returned the salute. "Greetings, fellow Daoists."
Hong Yun greeted them cheerfully. "You three sensed it too?"
Yuanshi ignored him.
Taiqing said, "The opportunity here is fated to belong to us."
At that moment, another person walked out of the valley. She was peerlessly elegant—none other than Nuwa.
When she saw Wu Ming, she gave him a slight nod.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa," Wu Ming replied.
Nuwa also gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.
Hong Yun moved close to Zhen Yuanzi and whispered, "Just as Fellow Daoist Wu Ming said, the Three Pure Ones and Fellow Daoist Nuwa have all come!"
Zhen Yuanzi replied through voice transmission, "It seems this opportunity truly is extraordinary. Even these top experts have been drawn here."
Wu Ming's expression remained unchanged as he found an empty spot and stood there quietly, waiting. He knew that everyone had not arrived yet.
Sure enough, not long afterward, two blazing golden lights tore across the sky like twin suns descending, landing not far from the valley entrance.
They were none other than the Demon Clan's Heavenly Emperor, Di Jun, and the Eastern Emperor, Taiyi!
Di Jun wore an Imperial Robe, his presence solemn and imposing. Taiyi held the Chaos Bell in one hand, his aura domineering and sharp.
"Hmph! The Witch Clan came too?" When Taiyi saw Wu Ming, an unfriendly glint flashed through his eyes.
He still remembered what had happened at the Heavenly Court last time.
Di Jun's expression remained normal, but deep within his gaze toward Wu Ming was a trace of wariness.
"Fellow Daoist Wu Ming, long time no see," Di Jun said indifferently.
Wu Ming replied calmly, "Fellow Daoist Di Jun, Fellow Daoist Taiyi."
The atmosphere immediately became somewhat subtle.
The Three Pure Ones stood to the side. Taiqing closed his eyes and rested, Yuanshi wore an expressionless face, while Tongtian watched with great interest.
Nuwa's delicate brows drew together slightly, as if she disliked this tense atmosphere.
Hong Yun, however, could not help transmitting his voice. "Hey, that feathered bird has only been Heavenly Emperor for a few days, and his temper's already gotten worse."
Di Jun glared at Taiyi, signaling for him to say less. He then cupped his hands toward the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the others. "Greetings, fellow Daoists."
The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the others each returned the salute.
For a time, the valley entrance gathered the most powerful figures in the current Primordial World. The Witch Clan's leader, the Demon Clan's Heavenly Emperor, the Eastern Emperor, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, along with Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun—the atmosphere became increasingly subtle.
Everyone focused their attention on the Innate Grand Array before them, waiting for the opportunity to emerge.
Everyone clearly understood that an opportunity capable of drawing so many Quasi-Saints here definitely contained something extraordinary.
Time passed little by little. The white mist at the valley entrance began to surge slowly, and the aura of the Innate Grand Array gradually grew unstable.
Just then—
"Buzz—"
The white mist around the valley's Innate Grand Array began to churn violently before slowly dissipating.
The scene within the valley was revealed before everyone's eyes.
A gigantic vine was rooted in the center of the valley, its branches and leaves lush. Hanging from it were seven gourds of different colors and varying sizes, radiating an enticing treasure light.
The Innate Gourd Vine!
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to those seven Innate Gourds.