Recuperate and Absorb Vital Blood

The Primordial World had only recently been split open, and all things had yet to be born. Everywhere stood bare, towering mountains and vast, endless wastelands, or surging long rivers coiling like giant dragons. Everything was desolate yet majestic, filled with a wild, primeval aura.

The vastness of the Primordial World is truly beyond words. Compared to it, the total area of the later Earth is but a drop in the ocean, utterly insignificant.

Even Li Yi, with his Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal cultivation and Chaos Demon God body, could not traverse even a quarter of it in several hundred years. With the aid of his four pairs of sky-covering wings, he could fly over four million li in an instant—this shows just how terrifyingly vast the Primordial World truly is.

In the northern part of the Primordial World, a nameless barren mountain. A colossal shadow, ten thousand zhang long, suddenly streaked across the sky, blotting out the sun. With a light flap of its enormous wings, it vanished like a teleport, reappearing millions of li away.

Li Yi had seized Pangu's arm, sealed it away, and then flown straight toward the northern Primordial World. After a journey spanning hundreds of years, he finally reached his destination today.

Compared to other regions, the northern Primordial World was not vastly different. The only distinction was that it had relatively fewer rivers, and large spiritual veins were far scarcer than in the central region centered on Buzhou Mountain or the eastern region. Instead, it was rich in medium and low-grade spiritual veins.

Another point was that the northern region produced fewer great cultivators in later ages. This was precisely why Li Yi had come north—he wanted to rest temporarily, to avoid being disturbed during his cultivation.

This Seat (hereafter referred to as the Absolute Rationality Clone as This Seat, and the other clone as Li Yi) swept his silver-white eyes across the mountains within millions of li, then chose a barren mountain with a high-grade spiritual vein to descend upon.

After a brief inspection, he found it roughly satisfactory. This Seat pointed his right hand downward. "Rumble." The mountains shook, rocks split apart, and a hundred-meter-tall stone tablet rose sharply from the earth.

Six fierce, murderous characters were inscribed on the tablet: "Forbidden Ground—Enter and Die." These words carried the killing intent of Li Yi, who had slaughtered countless Chaos Demon Gods and even severed the arm of the Great God Pangu. A single glance would drag one into an endless illusion of slaughter, from which there was no escape.

One must understand that Li Yi had carved these characters with the identity of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal and Chaos Demon God, far surpassing ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals. This tablet, bearing a trace of This Seat's intent, would intimidate countless cultivators for eons to come, becoming the legendary Slaughter Demon Stele.

After erecting the tablet, Li Yi's hands moved like phantoms, forming hand seals at lightning speed. Green light enveloped the entire barren mountain. Endless Spiritual Qi transformed into giant dragons, five-colored phoenixes, lotus flowers... converging from all directions. Before long, This Seat had finally arranged several forbidden arrays he had comprehended in the Chaos.

The barren mountain was now vastly different from before. Though still devoid of other life, dense Spiritual Qi gathered into clouds, even raining down Spiritual Qi rain. Immortal energy swirled around, giving it the hidden air of a celestial realm.

After completing all this, Li Yi flew directly to the mountain peak, sat down, and let out a long sigh. Only then did his weary face relax.

During the Calamity of Creation, knowing full well the danger, he had not avoided it but instead rampaged, slaughtering the frenzied Chaos Demon Gods, risking the suppression of the Heavenly Dao to sever Pangu's arm. It sounds like just a few dozen words, but anyone who understood the details would be dumbfounded and utterly shaken.

Even grievously wounded, Chaos Demon Gods were not to be trifled with. Every one of them had a trump card. Moreover, Chaos Demon Gods were inherently proud and dignified; when outmatched, they often chose self-destruction rather than let their opponent have an easy time.

Though Li Yi mostly relied on ambush and sneak attacks, it was still like dancing on a blade's edge, a narrow escape from death nine times out of ten.

And on top of that, this fellow had actually severed one of Pangu's arms. As everyone knew, Pangu's body was used to evolve heaven and earth. Stealing a piece of it could easily invite divine punishment—truly like pulling a chestnut from the fire.

Still, Li Yi was fortunate. At that time, the Heavenly Dao was not yet complete, and the loss of Pangu's right arm had little impact, as it could be replaced by the fallen bodies of other gods. Had Li Yi severed Pangu's head, the Heavenly Dao would likely have ignored its incompleteness and immediately struck down divine punishment lightning, reducing Li Yi to ashes.

Recalling these experiences, Li Yi's heart still raced with terror. Even knowing the outcome, if he had to do it again, he wasn't sure he would have the courage.

But now, it was all worth it. The path of cultivation was fraught with peril at every step. Miss one opportunity, and you might be stuck forever. In the end, to gain something, you must first pay the price.

In the Chaos, Li Yi had devoured over 1,500 Chaos Demon Gods. Now, when he revealed his true form, he stood a full ninety thousand zhang tall—thirty thousand zhang taller than his original sixty thousand. His four pairs of wings spanned over a hundred thousand zhang, truly touching the sky above and standing on the earth below.

Though still no match for Pangu, and far from immortality, he had finally broken the ninety-thousand-zhang threshold, gaining the potential to strive for immortality.

Any true form below ninety thousand zhang was still a Heavenly Dao Dharma Body. Nine was the limit of numbers; surpassing ninety thousand zhang meant breaking through the Heavenly Dao's restrictions, reaching another level, and gaining the potential to strive for immortality.

After hundreds of years of storms and battles, Li Yi's body bore countless hidden wounds, and his soul was deeply exhausted. Thus, he planned to spend the next million years not comprehending Dao techniques, but focusing on recuperating his body. As for Pangu's arm, he would deal with it after his injuries were healed.

After that, Li Yi sat cross-legged on the mountain peak like a stone statue, regulating his hidden wounds. Wind and rain, sunrises and sunsets passed, and he remained utterly motionless.

Hundreds of thousands of years after Li Yi went into seclusion, life began to emerge in the Primordial World. The once-barren mountains now towered with ancient trees, flowers and grass complemented each other, streams flowed quietly, and great rivers rolled with surging waves. The entire Primordial World was thriving.

The Innate Demon Gods began to take form one after another, and the shattered souls of Chaos Demon Gods started to reincarnate. Birds and beasts appeared across the Primordial land. The first era after the creation, the Primordial Ancient Era, had arrived.

Another million years passed—an eternity for mortals, but for gods and demons, it might be the span of a single seclusion, or even just a nap for a sleepy deity.

By now, the Primordial World had completely transformed. Trillions of fierce beasts and spiritual beasts roamed everywhere, ushering in an incomparably glorious era.

Since a large portion of the Sha Qi from creation had yet to dissipate, countless fierce beasts were born in the Primordial World. These creatures were extremely bloodthirsty, leading to endless slaughter. The law of the jungle—survival of the fittest, the strong rule—was played out to its fullest.

Where there were people, there was conflict. The same applied to other living beings. By now, great cultivators had established countless dynasties and forces in the Primordial World, including the Six Great Sacred Dynasties.

The top powers mainly included: the Demon Domain, the Fierce Beast Domain, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Alliance, the Ancient Gold Sacred Dynasty, the Fire Worship Sacred Dynasty, the Heaven and Earth Sacred Dynasty, the Limitless Sacred Dynasty, the Eternal Sacred Dynasty, and the Darkness Sacred Dynasty.

One million two hundred thousand years after entering seclusion, Li Yi finally awoke. He took out Pangu's arm and continuously formed hand seals toward it, burning it with Chaos Spirit Fire. After an unknown amount of time, the flesh and blood on the arm gradually dissolved, condensing into a single drop of Divine Blood radiating boundless pressure.

This drop of Divine Blood contained the essence of the entire arm, its power dozens of times greater than the Twelve Ancestral Witches before they took form. Divine Runes flashed continuously.

All the thousand risks he had taken were for this moment. Li Yi's expression was extremely solemn. He opened his mouth, and with a "swoosh," the Divine Blood was swallowed.

In an instant, the Divine Blood transformed into an endless torrent of energy, scouring through him. This energy was so immense that it turned into energy dragons roaring and crashing through his flesh and blood.

Li Yi felt his meridians snapping, countless cells shattering, and cold sweat seeping from his body. Forced to, he revealed his true form.

"ROAR!" A sound of infinite desolation and majesty spread across the entire Primordial World. Soon, a towering shadow appeared in the northern Primordial World, bearing four pairs of sky-covering wings.

The aura inherited from Chaos—supremely noble, supremely ferocious—made all the fierce beasts in the Primordial World tremble and prostrate themselves.

Countless powerful beings in the Primordial World were alarmed. The top powers ordered all their members not to provoke this person. Some gods reincarnated from Spirits of Chaos recognized him as the brutal predator from the Chaos and dared not even leave their caves, staying obediently in their dwellings to cultivate.

Having endured the pain of soul splitting before, Li Yi could withstand this. Slowly, the shattered bones, severed meridians, and broken flesh within him began to reorganize and undergo nirvanic transformation. The torrent of energy gradually came under his control.

Li Yi guided this energy torrent along a specific path. His flesh, blood, sinews, and bones continuously broke and reformed. With each reorganization, his flesh became more resilient, and his bones harder.

During this process, Li Yi's height rose meter by meter, until he reached ninety-nine thousand nine hundred zhang. Though energy remained abundant, he could not grow a single zhang further.

Li Yi opened his silver-white eyes and vaguely saw chains formed by countless rules binding his true form, preventing him from reaching a hundred thousand zhang. It seemed he would need to find another way.

At this moment, Li Yi's true form appeared supremely sacred and majestic. Divine Runes manifested, and there was even a hint of an aura that said, "Though heaven and earth decay, I remain undying."

Li Yi felt his body with satisfaction. His power was immense—even if a Sage stood before him, he was confident he could shatter them with a single punch.

Sensing over a dozen powerful divine senses probing him, Li Yi did not wish to clash with them yet. With a "hmph," he immediately shrank to normal human height and swiftly departed.