The Primordial World's First Heavenly Dao Runes

"Fellow Daoist, we part ways here!"

"We part ways here!"

Beneath the netherworld, in the depths of the Blood Sea.

Ancestor Ming He, who founded the Asura clan, suddenly opened his sharp eyes.

"Houtu of the Witch Clan has already refined a Primordial Spirit using Merit?"

Ancestor Ming He frowned slightly.

As he calculated with his fingers, Great Dao Runes flowed.

He squinted slightly and whispered:

"Heavenly Secrets are hard to fathom, but it seems a fated opportunity is emerging."

After pondering for a moment, Ming He summoned the Asura clan leader, gave him some instructions, then broke through the Blood Sea and traveled through time and space.

Although he couldn't be sure if Kunpeng's message was true or false, since there might be an opportunity hidden within, he decided to go quietly and investigate.

Just as Ming He was traversing time and space towards Wuji Heaven, Di Jun, who had set out earlier, had already arrived outside Wuji Heaven.

He transmitted his voice loudly:

"Fellow Daoist Changsheng, Di Jun has come to visit!"

At this moment, Lu Changsheng, who was casually holding an Acquired Spiritual Fruit as a snack, suddenly heard the transmitted message.

A look of joy appeared on Lu Changsheng's face.

"Finally, another great power from the Primordial World has arrived."

He muttered softly, then transmitted his voice:

"Fellow Daoist, please come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Changsheng casually tossed the Acquired Spiritual Fruit, which he had only taken two bites from, aside.

Kunpeng's heart ached as he watched.

Although this spiritual fruit was not of great use to him, only a Great Master could waste treasures like this.

Not long after, Di Jun, with a beaming smile, entered Wuji Heaven and said cordially:

"Fellow Daoist Changsheng truly has extraordinary talent. In such a short time, your cultivation has advanced greatly again."

After speaking, Di Jun also nodded to Kunpeng.

Kunpeng nodded in response but said nothing more—he didn't dare to interrupt before the Great Master spoke.

Lu Changsheng was not interested in pleasantries and got straight to the point:

"Fellow Daoist Di Jun, how many treasures have you brought to exchange for Merit?"

Di Jun was taken aback.

He hadn't come to exchange for Merit; he had intended to recruit Lu Changsheng, so he hadn't brought many treasures.

However, hearing the other party's question, he felt he needed to show his sincerity and immediately took out several low-to-mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures he carried, over a dozen Acquired Spiritual Treasures, as well as numerous heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and Innate Spiritual Fruits.

He said, feigning generosity:

"Fellow Daoist Changsheng, please don't mind. I left in a hurry and only brought these.

Take whatever you find suitable."

Lu Changsheng waved his hand, taking all the treasures.

Di Jun's heart ached as he watched.

Although this was only a small part of the Demon Race's treasury, it still pained him to see it all taken at once.

Just as he was about to seize the opportunity to propose the benefits of Lu Changsheng joining the Demon Race, he saw Lu Changsheng casually pick up an Innate Spiritual Fruit, take a bite, and instruct:

"Little Kun, take inventory."

After taking a bite, Lu Changsheng threw the spiritual fruit aside again, spitting disdainfully:

"What is this thing, so unpalatable!"

Di Jun was completely stunned.

He couldn't help but roar inwardly:

"My low-grade Innate Spiritual Fruit—"

That was the fruit of a low-grade Innate Spiritual Root; even at its lowest grade, it was enough to cause countless cultivators to fight fiercely for it.

Moreover, the most effective way to utilize spiritual fruits is through refinement.

What kind of creature would be foolish enough to eat them raw?

This is simply the greatest waste of resources.

Just as Di Jun was feeling heartbroken over the wasted spiritual fruits, Kunpeng cast him a look of shared understanding.

Then, Kunpeng's gaze shifted to another direction.

Di Jun followed his gaze, and saw dozens of Innate Spiritual Fruits, each only tasted once or twice, lying quietly there.

Seeing this scene, Di Jun's heart skipped a beat.

What kind of normal creature would do such a thing?

Did the Heavenly Dao not teach you to be thrifty when you were born?

Following the trail of wasted spiritual fruits, Di Jun then saw piles of Merit Treasures stacked like small mountains.

His breathing suddenly quickened, and he stammered:

"Those--are all Merit Treasures?"

Hearing Di Jun's exclamation, a strong sense of superiority surged within Kunpeng, and he said with a face full of disdain:

"You look like you've never seen the world!

You can't even imagine the joy of a Great Master!"

While feeling disdain, Kunpeng's heart was also filled with ecstasy.

At this moment, he finally understood the joy of a Great Master.

Hearing Kunpeng's mockery, Di Jun forced himself to calm down, put on a composed smile, as if his previous lapse in composure had never happened.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw Lu Changsheng holding a hundred thousand Golden Clouds of Merit, pouring them all into a low-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure.

The composure he had barely maintained instantly collapsed.

What kind of normal creature would do such a thing?

Using a hundred thousand Golden Clouds of Merit to refine a low-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure

was like casually picking up a branch and gilding it – such a waste!

Just as Di Jun's mind was racing, stunned into silence, Kunpeng, brimming with superiority, glanced at him, and reported to Lu Changsheng:

"Great Master, it's a total of five million eight hundred thousand Merit."

After hearing this, Lu Changsheng casually tossed the artifact, which had now become a Merit Treasure, onto the pile of Magic Treasures behind him.

Then, with a grab, he took out a cloud of five million eight hundred thousand Merit, and handed it to Di Jun:

"Here are the five million eight hundred thousand Merit you redeemed, take it."

Di Jun numbly reached out and took the Golden Cloud of Merit.

His legs felt weak, as if he had fallen into a dream.

Di Jun's mind was in a daze, and for a moment, he even forgot why he had come to Wuji Heaven.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What brings you here?

He had completely forgotten that his purpose for this trip was to recruit Lu Changsheng.

Clutching five million eight hundred thousand Merit, he stumbled down the mountain.

Once he had a moment to collect himself, Di Jun quickly put away the Golden Cloud of Merit.

Overjoyed, he thought, "With this Merit, what is there to fear from the Witch Clan?"

In his delight, he tore through space and time, speeding back to the Demon Race Heavenly Court.

Night began to fall.

A furtive figure crept silently to the foot of Wuji Heaven Mountain.

"So this is Wuji Heaven?"

The arrival was Daoist Burning Lamp, who had taken a detour to avoid East King Duke.

Just as Burning Lamp was about to send a message up the mountain, a spatial tunnel suddenly appeared.

East King Duke, leading the guests from Purple Mansion Prefecture, landed directly in front of Burning Lamp.

The two ancient powers met eyes, both showing an awkward expression.

East King Duke quickly explained, "I did not believe those rumors. I simply felt a connection with Fellow Daoist Changsheng and came to invite him."

Burning Lamp smiled knowingly, "Fellow Daoist, there's no need to say more. We are of the same path; we understand each other."

East King Duke snorted, "Who is of the same path as a scoundrel like you?"

With that, he sent a message first and stepped into Wuji Heaven.

Burning Lamp chuckled lightly, "They clearly share the same aspirations but insist on feigning nobility."

Muttering to himself, he also sent a message in and entered Wuji Heaven.

"Fellow Daoist Changsheng, East King Duke of Purple Mansion Prefecture is here with his guests to pay a visit!"

Lu Changsheng, who was urging Kunpeng to refine a Merit Magic Treasure, smiled upon hearing this.

"Please!"

These great powers of the Primordial World were each incredibly valuable, with one being worth more than countless beings.

Lu Changsheng naturally welcomed them warmly.

Just then, Daoist Burning Lamp also sent a message:

"Fellow Daoist Changsheng, I am Burning Lamp of the Heavenly Origin Sect, here to pay a visit!"

Hearing that two great powers from the Primordial World had arrived at the same time, Lu Changsheng's face lit up with joy.

"To have two great powers arrive at once, what good fortune!"

After all, only individuals of this caliber could exchange for a large amount of Merit.

"Please come in!"

As Lu Changsheng's reply echoed, the two great powers entered together.

East King Duke clearly had some issues with Burning Lamp, deliberately walking ahead of him.

Burning Lamp, however, paid it no mind.

He had intended to observe first and see if Lu Changsheng's exchange of Merit was truly as rumored.

It was fine to let East King Duke go first.

"Fellow Daoist Changsheng, I have long heard of your name. Seeing you today, you truly possess an extraordinary demeanor!"

Upon seeing Lu Changsheng, East King Duke immediately put on a kind smile and began to praise him.

The three thousand guests he brought, led by a Quasi-Saint rogue cultivator, bowed in unison:

"Greetings, Immortal Changsheng!"

Burning Lamp also cupped his fists, his tone concise:

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Changsheng."

Lu Changsheng nodded in response and got straight to the point:

"Fellow Daoist, how many treasures have you brought? Feel free to bring them all out."

Lu Changsheng was not very interested in the pleasantries between these great powers of the Primordial World.

His primary goal was to quickly dispense with the Merit.

Hearing this, East King Duke's brow furrowed slightly.

He glanced at Burning Lamp out of the corner of his eye, his expression showing slight displeasure:

"Fellow Daoist Changsheng, your words are misplaced. I, East King Duke, am not here to exchange for Merit.

I have come this time to discuss important matters with you!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Changsheng directly interrupted East King Duke:

"For me, giving away Merit is a big deal."

As he spoke, Lu Changsheng recalled that East King Duke seemed to have perished during the Witch-Demon War.

The reason was his excessive arrogance.

Bearing the empty title of "Head of Male Immortals," he deluded himself into thinking he truly possessed the power to unify the Primordial World.

Thus, he recruited rootless rogue cultivators from all over, plotting for dominance over the Primordial World.

Later, he did indeed establish the Purple Mansion Prefecture as a power base.

Although the main protagonists on the Primordial World stage at the time were the Witch and Demon clans, the Purple Mansion Prefecture, with its three thousand Grand Unity Golden Immortal retainers and the combat power of two Quasi-Saints, was considered a force to be reckoned with on the great land of the Primordial World.

Compared to the tens of thousands of Grand Unity Golden Immortals in the Demon Clan, who also harbored ambitions of ruling the Primordial World, his strength was ultimately far inferior.

It was precisely because of this that East King Duke ultimately met his end, being killed by the Demon Clan early on.

Without sufficient strength, how could one contend with the strongest force in the current Primordial World—the Demon Clan?

Thinking of this, Lu Changsheng looked at East King Duke before him, as well as the three thousand retainers and millions of rogue cultivators accompanying him.

Suddenly, he felt that his Wuji Heaven, with only Kunpeng as a mount, seemed a bit desolate.

If there were more guards, it might be more ideal.

With a shift in thought, Lu Changsheng spoke again:

"I don't think we need to talk about any big matters.

Doesn't your Purple Mansion Prefecture have many retainers? Why don't you all come to my Wuji Heaven and serve as guards!"

Upon hearing this, East King Duke was instantly filled with rage.

But before he could react, a casual action by Kunpeng made him freeze in place.

Kunpeng, who was refining a Merit Magic Treasure, casually tossed a newly refined Magic Treasure onto a mountain of treasures piled nearby.

East King Duke focused his gaze and saw that the entire "mountain"

was actually made of Merit Magic Treasures?

He was completely stunned.

Could such a vast quantity of Merit Magic Treasures truly be possessed by a being in the Primordial World?

Daoist Burning Lamp also noticed this scene, and his eyes instantly burst with a fervent glow.

These mountains of Merit Magic Treasures undoubtedly confirmed what Lu Changsheng had said earlier—that treasures could indeed be exchanged for Merit here.

At the same time, the three thousand retainers and millions of rogue cultivators brought by East King Duke also witnessed this scene.

The leading Quasi-Saint rogue cultivator could hardly believe his eyes.