Waking Up to an Innate Supreme Treasure

Chapter 1: Waking Up to an Innate Supreme Treasure

At the first light of dawn, Wang Yuan climbed out of his stone bed.

"Bang!"

A little bell on the ground tripped him. Still groggy, Wang Yuan immediately flared up and kicked the little bell away.

"Clang!"

The little bell let out a miserable cry. Wang Yuan glared at it. "Piece of junk!"

A piece of junk?

If any immortals or gods of the Primordial World saw this, they would have hacked Wang Yuan to pieces with their blades.

This was the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Profound Yellow Bell! A supreme treasure as famous as the Chaos Bell, and he called it a piece of junk?

Even after kicking the Profound Yellow Bell away, Wang Yuan was still annoyed. He went to another room in the courtyard.

The moment the door opened, "Crash!"

Wang Yuan had expected it. He abruptly stepped back, and then bottles, jars, and all manner of weapons, glittering in countless colors and streaked with auspicious radiance, rushed out from inside.

"Clatter!"

Wang Yuan smashed at them for a while, but those treasures did not budge in the slightest. They did not even gain a scratch!

"System, damn you! You sent me to the Primordial World just so I could show off?"

"Host, a new day has arrived. Please accept your rewards."

"Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Innate Supreme Treasure, a Twenty-Fourth Grade Green Lotus."

"Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Innate Supreme Treasure, the God-Slaying Sword."

"Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Innate Merit Treasure, the Profound Yellow Prayer Mat."

"Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the cultivation technique for proving the Dao through strength—the 'Chaos Star Body.'"

"Congratulations, Host, for obtaining one Chaos Spiritual Vein."

"Congratulations..."

Wang Yuan stared blankly ahead as treasures and cultivation techniques continuously fell from the sky, occasionally even landing on his head.

After fifteen treasures had fallen, the system's voice vanished.

"Hehe... how wonderful."

Wang Yuan was in an enormous immortal mountain. Before it lay a pond formed from the spiritual energy of the Ninth Heaven, with lotus flowers of every color floating upon it. Yet even the poorest of them was a Twelfth Grade Lotus.

The fish swimming in the water were all descendants of Chaos.

Yet Wang Yuan, who possessed a mountain of treasures, could not cultivate. It was not because his meridians were inadequate, nor because his talent was lacking. It was because that so-called system had decreed that he could not cultivate!

With a Blessed Land and countless treasures, Wang Yuan was practically a plump pig waiting to be slaughtered in the vicious Primordial World—a fragrant, defenseless plump pig at that.

Fortunately, the immortal mountain was protected by an array.

"Nephew, damn it, when are you coming?"

The owner of this body had an older brother. After accepting the memories, Wang Yuan learned that the original owner had dreamed of cultivating immortality and had not returned home for many years. Some time ago, he had suddenly contacted his older brother, who said that a nephew would be coming to seek refuge with him.

At this moment, two people descended from the sky outside the immortal mountain and landed atop the clouds, revealing themselves. One wore a dark blue robe and a purple jade crown inlaid with gold. He looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with skin as fair as jade and a flowing black beard, carrying himself like an enlightened sage.

The other was a young man in his twenties. His face was chubby, his belly round, and a small mustache grew beneath his nose, split toward either side. His tiny round eyes darted about restlessly.

"Master, why have we descended?" the plump young man asked in confusion.

"Do Bao, you are the foremost disciple of my Jie Sect, yet you are not attentive enough. Look at the Blessed Land ahead."

Do Bao? The Jie Sect?

Anyone hearing their conversation would have been scared to death. Who was Daoist Duobao's master? He was none other than the renowned Master Tongtian!

That gray-robed young man was actually Master Tongtian?!

A Blessed Land?

Where was it? The mountain ahead was not only small, but utterly barren, with only a few shriveled little trees.

But Teacher would not deceive him, would he?

With that thought, Do Bao formed a hand seal. A flash of golden light passed through his eyes, and the scenery of the world around him entered his sight.

"Gasp..." Do Bao sucked in a breath. Immortal Qi swirled before him, divine light and brilliant colors shone from the mountaintop, and a green cloud in the sky drizzled rain downward—yet it rained only upon that small mountain.

Daoist Duobao had earned his name for a reason. His true form was a rare species from the Primordial World—a Many-Treasure Rat. He was exceptionally skilled at seeking treasures, and before Tongtian became a saint, he had helped Tongtian obtain quite a few treasures.

But now, he was stunned. That rain was nothing else but spiritual energy so dense that it had formed spiritual clouds, endlessly circulating within the immortal mountain without cease.

The immortal mountain was wreathed in multicolored light. There had to be treasures within!

"Master! There is actually such a Blessed Land in the Primordial World?"

Tongtian's expression turned solemn. He formed a hand seal and began calculating, but the more he calculated, the more solemn his expression became. Within the primordial fate of the world, the origins of the immortal mountain before him were shrouded in chaos. He could find nothing at all!

Tongtian was already a Heavenly Dao Saint, and furthermore a saint at the Enlightenment Second Heaven. How could such a thing happen?

"Let's go inside and take a look."

Seeing his master's solemn expression, Do Bao did not dare say more and could only follow him into the immortal mountain. Yet once they entered, Tongtian was dumbfounded. The entire immortal mountain was protected by an array containing the Heavenly Dao. No matter what method he used, he could not comprehend it.

"Hmph! Outrageous!" When a saint grew angry, heaven and earth changed color. Black clouds blanketed the sky, and black water surged from the earth.

Tongtian slapped the back of his head, and four masses of white light flew from the crown of his head. Then four baleful Long Swords floated around him.

"Four Swords of Zhuxian! Break!"

They blasted toward a small tree before him.

"Boom!"

"..."

Tongtian rubbed his eyes while Do Bao lowered his head, not daring to look at his master.

Tongtian's furious strike had failed to damage even the small tree before him. The tree had even knocked the Four Swords of Zhuxian back.

He swallowed hard, realizing that he had likely encountered a reclusive expert today. The Dao Ancestor had once said that before heaven and earth were divided and before Primordial Chaos opened, there had been three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, each only a step below Great Venerable Pangu. Could it be one of them? But had they not all perished when heaven was opened?

Could one of them have survived?

With that thought, Tongtian shouted, "Please, master of this place, open the mountain gate. I have come here in admiration of your name."

There was something amusing about those words. He did not even know who was inside, so how could he possibly admire their name?

Wang Yuan had just finished tidying the room when he heard someone shouting outside. His eyes immediately lit up. My nephew is here!