Primordial Wilderness Stormmakers: Minor Golden Immortal, Get the Witch Clan One Hundred Thousand Refrigerators First!

The breeze was gentle.

The sunlight was pleasant.

The Youth in Black stood tall and straight, handsome and refined, his flawless face carrying a cold edge.

What a fine appearance.

Compared to Di Jun, lord of the Demon Race, Tai Yi of the East Sea, Zhen Yuanzi, Ancestor Minghe, and others with immortal bearing and exceptional looks, he was not inferior in the slightest.

What was more, the richly vast wheel of multicolored divine light formed from his Merit Auspicious Clouds—

made him even more handsome than many Innate Great Gods of the Primordial Wilderness.

At such a young age,

as a junior, he had already accomplished several great deeds that affected the Primordial Wilderness. Few in all the world could likely achieve such things!

No...

Even throughout the epic history of the past,

such figures were rare!

The Merit accumulated by the First Disciple of Interception Sect should have been enough to push his cultivation into the ranks of Quasi-Saints, right?

Though it would carry an air of emptiness and instability,

making him the weakest Quasi-Saint,

he would still be a Quasi-Saint. He would bear the word "Saint" and could be counted among their peers!

This child would surely be extraordinary in the Future.

In but an instant,

countless Primordial Great Powers were lost in thought.

Nuwa.

The Two Sages of the West.

Di Jun, Minghe, Dijiang, Queen Mother of the West, Fuxi, Kunpeng...

Countless great powers glanced briefly at Qingyuan before withdrawing their gazes, not daring to look any longer.

Because the gazes of the Three Pure Ones had turned sharp!!

Qingyuan did not know why.

He was still immersed in the joy of being able to gain Merit continuously in the Future.

The scene

quietly fell silent.

The Three Pure Ones were not good at socializing and