Primordial World: Letting You Sell Goods, Yet You Became the Supreme of All Heavens

"Besides this Heaven-Battling Art, did I gain anything else?" Sun Wukong carefully examined himself and found that strands of crimson blood were coiled within his body.

These strands of blood exuded an astonishing killing intent.

Even Sun Wukong was startled by this killing intent.

If this blood were to erupt, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand it.

However, based on Sun Wukong's senses, he could completely control these strands of blood, which relieved him.

"This is Chaos Demon Ape Essence Blood," Sun Wukong's consciousness merged with these strands of blood, and this answer appeared in his mind.

"Did I also sense this through enlightenment?" Sun Wukong murmured, "In that case, I've truly struck it rich. Perhaps I should find some treasures before going to the shopkeeper."

Whether it was the Heaven-Battling Art or a strand of Chaos Demon Ape Bloodline, both could increase Sun Wukong's combat power.

And all he paid was mere external possessions.

"Perhaps I should trade in the As-You-Will Golden-Bound Cudgel," Sun Wukong said, looking at the Golden-Bound Cudgel in his hand.

In the end, Sun Wukong didn't do that, because he felt that one Golden-Bound Cudgel wasn't enough. He needed to see where he could obtain new things.

Not to mention Sun Wukong, who had departed, Wu Feng remained in the general store.

The system's voice sounded in his ears again.

"Ding, Sun Wukong comprehended the Heaven-Battling Art, which has been amplified into the Chaos Heaven-Battling Art."

"Ding, Sun Wukong obtained a strand of Chaos Demon Ape Essence Blood, which has been amplified into a drop of Chaos Demon Ape Essence Blood."

Vast cultivation technique information exploded in Wu Feng's mind.

If Wu Feng's strength hadn't reached the Heavenly Immortal realm through his recent cultivation, this immense amount of information would have likely caused him to fall unconscious.

Now that Wu Feng had become a Heavenly Immortal, he could barely withstand the influx of information.

This cultivation technique was countless times more advanced than the Great Celestial Immortal Art.

Compared to it, The Great Celestial Immortal Art was like trash.

A moment later.

Wu Feng finally recovered slightly. The information for this cultivation technique was too vast.

Moreover, with Wu Feng's current abilities, he wouldn't be able to fully comprehend it anytime soon.

"Chaos Heaven-Battling Art," Wu Feng's eyes gleamed, "Based on a simple understanding of this technique, it directly leads to the Primordial Grand Unity."

It could be said that in this world, there were very few cultivation techniques that could lead to becoming a Saint.

The legendary Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique might be able to achieve it.

Now, the Chaos Heaven-Battling Art in Wu Feng's hands could do the same.

"And a drop of Chaos Demon Ape Essence Blood." Wu Feng flipped his hand, and a drop of crystal-clear red blood shimmered.

Chaos Demon God Essence Blood was the essence blood of the legendary Chaos Demon Gods.

After Pangu created the heavens and earth, twelve drops of essence blood formed the Ancestor Witches.

This was enough to illustrate the power of Demon God Essence Blood.

However, it had to be said that the Chaos Demon Ape couldn't compare to the Great God Pangu.

But even so, it was enough to show the power of this drop of Chaos Demon Ape Essence Blood.

"Not bad, not bad, Sun Wukong, I look forward to your second visit," Wu Feng smiled, "Of course, I might also need to have Sun Wukong develop some new customers."

As long as someone came to his general store, they would probably be reluctant to leave.

Moreover, according to the system, the general store could continuously upgrade.

In the future, there would be treasures that even Saints would covet.

Night, Flower-Fruit Mountain.

Slowly, wisps of gray mist enveloped the area.

In the place where Sun Wukong lived, two figures appeared.

One figure was white, and the other was black. They both wore tall hats and carried strange wailing sticks.

They were Black and White Impermanence, one of the officials of the Underworld.

Now that Sun Wukong's lifespan on Flower-Fruit Mountain had reached its end, they were here to reap his soul by imperial decree.

In reality, this was a complete joke.

How could Sun Wukong, who cultivated the Great Celestial Immortal Art, or rather, the Heaven-Battling Art, have reached the end of his lifespan?

As long as one became an immortal, they would possess a long life.

"Whoosh..."

Black and White Impermanence waved their Soul-Reaping Ropes, which passed through Sun Wukong, and his soul was pulled out.

"Sun Wukong, your lifespan has ended. Come with us to the Underworld for reincarnation," Black and White Impermanence said eerily.

And so, a still groggy Sun Wukong followed Black and White Impermanence towards the Underworld.

A moment later.

"Wait, wasn't I sleeping?" Sun Wukong quickly sobered up. He looked at the two Black and White Impermanence beside him. "Who are you?"

"We are the Black and White Impermanence of the Underworld. Sun Wukong, your lifespan has ended, so we are taking you back to the Underworld," said White Impermanence.

"My lifespan has ended? How is that possible? I cultivate the art of immortality," Sun Wukong said.

"King Yama sent us to apprehend you. There's no mistake," Black Impermanence said, shaking his head. "Sun Wukong, there's no point in arguing."

"Hmm..." Sun Wukong frowned, preparing to make a move.

Chapter 5: Sun Wukong Has a Problem

The mere Black and White Impermanence of the Underworld were not even worth Sun Wukong's notice.

If he made a move, he could definitely take down these two underworld enforcers, especially since he had already cultivated the Heaven-Battling Art under the shopkeeper's guidance.

That technique was far more powerful than the Great Celestial Immortal Art.

However, Sun Wukong then thought of something else. To visit the shop to read or buy things, one needed exchange points.

And to get exchange points, one needed all sorts of treasures.

Cultivating techniques could not be exchanged, nor could those he comprehended himself.

After all, Wu Feng had the upgraded versions, and these ordinary versions were not valued by the shop.

Therefore, obtaining treasures was the most direct method.

"Two underworld envoys, Old Sun has a question: does your Underworld have any treasures?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Treasures?" Black and White Impermanence were stunned.

What did this monkey mean by asking them that?

"What, you don't?" Sun Wukong said.

"How could we not?" White Impermanence said quickly. "The Underworld has many treasures, like the legendary Book of Life and Death, the Judge's Brush, and so on. Our Wailing Sticks and Soul-Reaping Ropes are also treasures."

"Oh." Sun Wukong's eyes darted around, and he nodded slightly. "Alright, then let's go to the Underworld."

"..." Black and White Impermanence were momentarily stunned, then snapped back to reality. "Sun Wukong, then come with us."

As time passed, Sun Wukong and Black and White Impermanence slowly walked into the Underworld.

The spiritual energy of the Underworld was very different from the outside world, not to mention the peculiar architecture surrounding them.

"Two underworld envoys, have we arrived at the Underworld?" Sun Wukong continued to ask.

"Yes, Sun Wukong. We will soon meet Lord King Yama," White Impermanence said solemnly.

"Oh, thank you then." Sun Wukong gave the two Black and White Impermanence a bright smile.

"Hmm, thank you?" Question marks filled the minds of Black and White Impermanence.

Sun Wukong was dead now, so why would he thank them?

Did he have a problem with his brain?

"Bang bang..."

Two powerful forces descended from the sky, striking the heads of the two with great force.

Black and White Impermanence closed their eyes and collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious. The difference in their strength was truly immense.

"Sorry, I'm in need of treasures." Sun Wukong shook his head, walked over to the two, and directly stripped them of their Wailing Sticks, Soul-Reaping Ropes, and even the clothes they were wearing.

He left absolutely nothing behind.