Hongyun's Opportunity Arrives

The Primordial World had entered a new era, as many great powers had severed their corpses and stepped into the Quasi-Saint realm.

Patriarch Hongyun, the famously kind-hearted figure of the Primordial World, was currently at Wuzhuang Temple drinking tea with Zhen Yuanzi.

Ever since he had severed his Good Corpse and achieved Quasi-Saint status, he couldn't contain his restless nature and had resumed his carefree travels across the Primordial World.

After wandering around for a while, he stopped by his old friend's place to rest.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, this Ginseng Fruit Tea of yours gets more flavorful with every sip!"

Hongyun smacked his lips, a cheerful grin on his face.

Zhen Yuanzi sat upright on his Cushion, his demeanor as calm and steady as a mountain.

"If you like it, Fellow Daoist, drink a few more cups."

Just then, the smile on Hongyun's face suddenly froze.

Through some mysterious intuition, a subtle sensation came from the direction of Buzhou Mountain, tugging at his mind—as if some Opportunity intimately tied to him was about to emerge.

Zhen Yuanzi noticed his change: "Fellow Daoist, what's wrong?"

Hongyun's brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed, and he chuckled: "I sense that something related to me is about to appear near Buzhou Mountain."

Zhen Yuanzi paused mid-motion: "Buzhou Mountain?"

"Right!" Hongyun slapped his thigh. "I remember now! Fellow Daoist Wu Ming mentioned it to me before! He said an Opportunity would emerge near Buzhou Mountain, with far-reaching implications, and told me to notify him if I sensed it!"

He looked at Zhen Yuanzi: "Fellow Daoist, isn't that a coincidence?"

Zhen Yuanzi's expression grew serious: "What Fellow Daoist Wu Ming spoke of has now come true?"

"Almost certainly!" Hongyun stood up. "Let's go, let's go—let's head to Buzhou Mountain to find Fellow Daoist Wu Ming! He specifically said back then that the Opportunity contains something very important to the Witch Clan!"

Zhen Yuanzi also rose: "I'll go with you."

The two set off immediately, transforming into streaks of light and heading straight for Pangu Hall at Buzhou Mountain.

Inside Pangu Hall, Wu Ming was exchanging insights on the laws with Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and Houtu, the three Ancestral Witches who had newly advanced to Golden Immortal of the Origin.

Suddenly, his heart stirred, and he looked up toward the hall's entrance.

Moments later, the figures of Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi appeared at the door.

"Fellow Daoist Wu Ming!" Hongyun's voice arrived before he did, still carrying that cheerful tone.

Wu Ming rose to greet them: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, please come in."

Once the two entered the hall, Hongyun couldn't hold back: "Fellow Daoist Wu Ming! About what you mentioned last time—I sensed it! Right at Buzhou Mountain! No mistake!"

A look of understanding crossed Wu Ming's face: "The time has come."

He looked at Hongyun: "I appreciate you making this trip."

"Ah, don't mention it!" Hongyun waved his hand. "It was nothing! Fellow Daoist, what exactly is this Opportunity? Why does it involve so much?"

Wu Ming said: "An Innate Spiritual Root, on which several Innate Gourds will bear fruit."

He looked at Hongyun: "One of them will be of great use to my Witch Clan."

Hongyun realized: "So that's it! Then let's go quickly! Don't let anyone else beat us to it!"

Wu Ming nodded: "That's my intention."

"Yes, Big Brother!" the three Ancestral Witches replied in unison.

He turned to Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and Houtu: "After I leave, the clan's affairs will be handled by the three of you in joint discussion. Keep the tribesmen in line, stay within your bounds, and don't slack off."

"Yes, Big Brother!" Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and Houtu answered together.

Wu Ming said no more and left Pangu Hall with Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun, flying toward the direction Hongyun had sensed.

Before long, they arrived at the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain, where a valley shrouded in thick white mist appeared ahead.

The white mist churned, and faint traces of a formation's fluctuations could be felt, blocking Divine Thought from probing.

"This should be the place," Hongyun said, pointing at the valley's entrance.

Wu Ming nodded and looked into the valley.

Through the gaps in the formation, he could sense several powerful auras already present inside.

"It seems others arrived before us," Zhen Yuanzi remarked.

As his words fell, three figures emerged from the white mist—Taiqing, Yuanshi, and Tongtian.

The Three Pure Ones paused slightly upon seeing Wu Ming and the others.

Yuanshi glanced at Wu Ming, then swept his gaze over Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi, letting out a cold snort without speaking.

Taiqing's expression was calm as he clasped his hands in greeting: "Greetings, fellow Daoists."

Tongtian, on the other hand, laughed heartily: "So it's Fellow Daoist Wu Ming, and Fellow Daoists Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi—perfect timing. We only just arrived ourselves."

Wu Ming nodded in return: "Greetings, three fellow Daoists."

Hongyun cheerfully called out: "Did you three sense it too?"

Yuanshi ignored him.

Taiqing said, "This opportunity here is fated for us."

Just then, another figure emerged from the valley, peerlessly elegant—it was Nuwa.

She saw Wu Ming and gave a slight nod in greeting.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa," Wu Ming replied.

Nuwa nodded back in acknowledgment.

Hongyun sidled up 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 transmitted his reply: "It seems this opportunity is no small matter, drawing even these top-tier powerhouses here."

Wu Ming's expression remained unchanged. He found an empty spot, stood still, and waited quietly. He knew not everyone had arrived yet.

Sure enough, before long, two blazing golden lights tore across the sky like twin suns descending, landing not far from the valley entrance.

It was none other than the Demon Race's Heavenly Emperor Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Tai Yi!

Di Jun wore an Imperial Robe, his presence heavy with authority. Tai Yi held the Chaos Bell in hand, his aura fierce and overbearing.

"Hmph! The Witch Clan came too?" Tai Yi shot Wu Ming a hostile glance.

He still remembered the matter of the Heavenly Court last time.

Di Jun, however, kept his expression calm, though a hint of wariness lurked deep in his eyes as he looked at Wu Ming.

"Fellow Daoist Wu Ming, you seem well," Di Jun said flatly.

Wu Ming replied evenly, "Fellow Daoist Di Jun, Fellow Daoist Tai Yi."

The atmosphere suddenly turned tense.

The Three Pure Ones stood off to the side—Taiqing with eyes closed in meditation, Yuanshi expressionless, and Tongtian watching with keen interest.

Nuwa's delicate brows furrowed slightly, as if she disliked this bristling atmosphere.

Hongyun couldn't help but transmit: "Heh, that feathered bird's temper has grown since becoming Heavenly Emperor for a few days."

Di Jun shot Tai Yi a glare, signaling him to hold his tongue, then cupped his hands toward the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the others. "Greetings, fellow daoists."

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the rest returned the courtesy.

In that moment, the valley entrance gathered the most supreme figures of the current Primordial Wilderness: the Witch Clan's master, the Demon Race's Heavenly Emperor, the Eastern Emperor, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, plus Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun. The atmosphere grew delicate.

Everyone fixed their attention on the Innate Grand Array before them, waiting for the opportunity to emerge.

All knew in their hearts that an opportunity capable of drawing so many Quasi-Saints here could not hold anything ordinary.

Time passed slowly. The white mist at the valley entrance began to churn, and the aura of the Innate Grand Array grew increasingly unstable.

Then—

"Wuuuum—"

The white mist of the Innate Grand Array enveloping the valley surged violently before slowly dissipating.

The scene within the valley was revealed to all.

A massive vine was rooted at the valley's center, lush with foliage. Hanging from it were seven gourds of different colors and sizes, radiating enticing treasure light.

The Innate Gourd Vine!

In an instant, everyone's attention was seized by those seven gourds.