Waking Up to a Supreme Treasure

Just as the sky began to pale, Wang Yuan crawled out from his stone bed.

"Thump!"

A small bell on the floor tripped him, sending him sprawling. Dazed and instantly irritated, Wang Yuan kicked the bell away.

"Clang!"

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

Piece of junk?

If any immortal or god in the Primordial World saw this scene, they would surely grab a blade and hack Wang Yuan to pieces.

This was the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Profound Yellow Bell! A treasure on par with the Chaos Bell, and you call this a piece of junk?

After kicking the Profound Yellow Bell away, Wang Yuan was still not satisfied and headed to another room in the courtyard.

As soon as the door opened, "Whoosh!"

Wang Yuan had anticipated this; he abruptly stepped back. Immediately, a torrent of multicolored, radiant jars, bottles, and eighteen types of weapons surged out from within.

"Clatter, clatter!"

Wang Yuan gave them a good thrashing, but those treasures remained completely unmoved, not even bearing a single scratch!

"System, damn your legs! You brought me to the Primordial World just to let me show off?"

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

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

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

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

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the cultivation method to prove the Dao through strength—'Chaos Star Body'."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining a Chaos Spiritual Vein."

"Congratulations..."

Wang Yuan stared blankly ahead as one treasure and cultivation technique after another fell from the sky, occasionally thumping onto his head.

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

"Heh... how nice."

The place where Wang Yuan resided was a massive immortal mountain. In front of it lay a pond formed from the spiritual energy of the nine heavens, with various lotus flowers drifting upon it—the lowest grade of which was a Twelfth Grade Lotus.

The fish swimming in the water were all remnants of the chaos.

Yet, Wang Yuan, despite sitting on a mountain of treasure, was someone unable to cultivate. It was not because his meridians were lacking, nor his talent, but because this so-called system had decreed that he could not cultivate!

Possessing a Blessed Land and countless treasures, Wang Yuan was simply a plump, succulent pig waiting to be slaughtered in the brutal Primordial World—the kind of fragrant, defenseless pig that had no offensive power whatsoever.

Fortunately, the immortal mountain was protected by a formation.

"Nephew, you brat, when are you coming?"

The owner of this body had an elder brother. Wang Yuan, having accepted the memories, knew that this person once had a dream of becoming an immortal and hadn't returned home for many years. Recently, he had suddenly contacted his brother, and the brother had said a nephew was coming to seek refuge with him.

At this moment, two figures descended from the sky outside the immortal mountain. As they landed, their forms were revealed: one was dressed in a dark blue robe, wearing a purple jade-encrusted gold headpiece. He appeared to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a face as white as jade and a flowing black beard—the very image of an enlightened sage.

The other was a young man in his twenties with a chubby face and a large belly. He sported a small mustache that split to either side, and a pair of round, small eyes that darted around incessantly.

"Master, why are we descending?" the chubby young man asked, puzzled.

"Duobao, you are the first disciple of my Jie Sect, yet you lack attentiveness. Look at this Blessed Land before us."

Duobao? Jie Sect?

If anyone heard their conversation, they would be shocked to death. Who was the master of Daoist Duobao? That was none other than the renowned Master Tongtian!

The gray-robed youth was actually Master Tongtian?!

Blessed Land?

Where? Looking at the desolate mountain ahead, it was not only tiny but incredibly barren, with only a few withered little trees.

However, Teacher wouldn't lie to him, right?

Thinking of this, Duobao pinched a spiritual seal, and a golden light flashed through his eyes. The scenery of the surrounding world entered his vision.

"Hiss..." Duobao gasped. Before him, immortal qi swirled, divine light radiated from the mountain peak, and a green cloud cluster in the sky drizzled rain—rain that fell only upon the small mountain.

There was a reason Duobao was called Daoist Duobao; his true form was a rare Primordial beast—a Many-Treasure Rat—most adept at seeking out treasures. Before Master Tongtian became a saint, he had relied on Duobao to acquire many treasures.

At this moment, however, he was shocked. That rain was nothing else but spiritual energy so dense it had formed a spiritual cloud, circulating endlessly within the immortal mountain, never-ending.

The immortal mountain was shrouded in colorful light; it must contain treasures!

"Master! This... how can such a Blessed Land exist in the Primordial World?"

Master Tongtian's expression was solemn. He began to calculate with his fingers, but the more he calculated, the more serious his face became. Within the destiny of the Primordial World, the origin of the immortal mountain before him was a void of chaos; he could find nothing!

Master Tongtian was already a Heavenly Dao Saint, and a saint at the Enlightenment Second Heaven at that—how could such a situation arise?

"Let's go, let's take a look inside."

Do Bao saw the solemn expression on his Master's face and dared not say another word, only following his Master into the immortal mountain. However, once they entered, Tongtian was dumbfounded; the entire mountain was protected by a formation imbued with the Heavenly Dao, and no matter what method he used, he could not find his way through.

"Hmph! Preposterous!" When a Saint is enraged, the heavens and earth change color; black clouds blanket the sky, and black water surges from the ground.

Tongtian slapped the back of his head, and four orbs of white light flew out from his crown, followed by four long swords radiating murderous aura that hovered around him.

"Four Swords of Zhuxian! Break!"

He blasted them toward a small tree before him.

"BOOM!"

"..."

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

Tongtian's strike, fueled by resentment, could not even damage a small tree; in fact, the tree had deflected the Four Swords of Zhuxian right back at him.

He swallowed hard, realizing that he had likely encountered a reclusive expert today. The Dao Ancestor had once said that before the heavens and earth were divided and the Primordial Chaos had yet to open, there were three thousand Chaos Demon Gods who were only a hair's breadth away from Great Venerable Pangu. Could it be one of them? But hadn't they all perished during the creation of the world?

Could one have survived?

Thinking of this, Tongtian shouted aloud, "I ask the master to open the mountain gates; this humble one has come to pay his respects."

This statement was quite interesting, as he had no idea who was inside—where could this "respect" have come from?

Inside the house, Wang Yuan had just finished tidying up when he heard someone shouting outside, and his eyes lit up with joy: my nephew is here!