My Teacher Tongtian Isn't Fit to Carry His Shoes For This Person! (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Recommendation Tickets)

"A Chaos Ancient God who attained the Dao before Great God Pangu?"

Zhao Gongming's lips trembled, his mind buzzing.

"Doesn't that mean... he's lived for an immeasurable age? I doubt even the Heavenly Dao could control him?"

His gaze went blank for a moment, then he suddenly shivered. If that were true, then his earlier actions were no different than courting death!

"I actually yelled and roared at such a mighty being..."

Regret surged through his heart: "Am I insane?"

Even so, Zhao Gongming gritted his teeth, propping himself up with a broken tree branch, and staggered to his feet.

Though severely injured, his pride remained unbroken, and a hint of defiance still lingered in his eyes.

"I can't just leave like this..."

"No matter who he is, or what his origins, I... must find out."

Sunlight finally pierced through the layers of clouds, scattering across the mountains. The mountain mist was like silk, and clouds and fog swirled, resembling a fairyland.

Zhao Gongming staggered again, slowly walking towards the ancient willow.

His steps were faltering, and with each one, his body felt as if it were splitting apart in agony, yet he pressed forward instead of retreating.

From afar, the ancient willow tree remained verdant and dripping, its branches like hanging curtains, swaying gently in the breeze.

And that figure still lay on the woven rocking chair, his face serene, as if all the turmoil in the world had nothing to do with him.

Unlike last night, the dojo now revealed its full appearance in the morning light.

Zhao Gongming's heart jolted, his eyelids twitching wildly.

"This, this is..."

He stood frozen on the spot, feeling as if he were standing in another world.

This place seemed like a natural grand formation; every inch of land, every whisper of wind, even every blade of grass and stone, contained the principles of the Great Dao.

The plants grew without withering, the spring water was sweet and clear, and the birds and beasts were full of spiritual energy, unafraid of strangers. They even bowed their heads silently in the direction of the Daoist, as if in worship!

And that Daoist was the center of the entire dojo.

Heaven and earth resonated with him, and all things submitted to him.

Zhao Gongming leaned on a dead branch, his steps still faltering as he continued forward.

Suddenly, an intensely rich fruit fragrance wafted towards him, filling the air.

Zhao Gongming instinctively took a breath. The aroma entered his body like a dragon and snake, and in an instant, he felt his entire being cleansed by a clear spring. A warmth surged within his blood, and even his severely injured immortal body began to rapidly repair. Beneath his skin, broken meridians healed on their own!

"This... this is..."

Zhao Gongming's pupils suddenly contracted, and he sharply looked up.

Ahead, a vast orchard appeared before his eyes.

Spiritual mist swirled, and auspicious light rose.

In the orchard, ancient trees stood tall like dragons, their branches and leaves like jade, radiating infinite innate Daoist charm.

Zhao Gongming stood stunned, his eyes wide:

"These are... the Ten Innate Spiritual Roots!"

He almost stumbled forward, disregarding his unhealed injuries, and rushed into the orchard in just a few steps.

"This, this is the Innate Gourd Vine?! One, two, three... Heavens, there are ten of them!"

He stood before the vine, his eyes wide open, filled with shock and ecstatic joy.

The vines wound like dragons, crystal clear throughout, with seven-colored light flowing ceaselessly. Each branch bore gourds of various colors, radiating spiritual light.

"There's only one of these in the Primordial World; it's a divine object from before the opening of heaven and earth. The gourd vine bears seven gourds: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple. Each one possesses world-shattering power!"

Zhao Gongming murmured, his mind rapidly recalling the origins of these seven gourds:

The red one is the Nine-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd, obtained by Hongyun.

The golden one is the Monster Summoning Gourd, which fell into Nuwa's hands.

The yellow one is the Immortal Slaying Gourd, obtained by Lu Ya. Later, he, Zhao Gongming, died from a sneak attack by the Immortal Slaying Gourd.

The green one was taken by Primordial Lord of Heaven.

The blue one belongs to Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

The purple one, also called the Purple Gold Gourd, was taken by Grand Supreme Elder Lord.

The sole gourd vine was used by Nuwa to create humans and later transformed into a treasure of Merit.

"But here... there are ten of them, neatly planted in this orchard?!"

Zhao Gongming felt his breath catch, his throat bobbed, and the muscles in his face began to twitch:

"This is no longer a miracle... this is simply an act against heaven!"

He didn't have time to sigh much more when his gaze swept over and his heart suddenly leaped wildly again:

"Holy crap, is that... Yellow Middle Plum?!"

He rushed forward a few steps, gazing at the ten immortal trees before him. Their trunks were ancient, their branches and leaves swayed, and every leaf bore natural inscriptions of the Great Dao. The fruits were crystal clear like jade, their fragrance assailed the nostrils, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was accumulating around their roots.

"Ten Yellow Middle Plums! Ranked fourth among the Ten Innate Spiritual Roots! I haven't even seen a single one in the Purple Heaven Palace... How, how is this possible..."

Zhao Gongming's footsteps quickened, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had walked into an illusion:

"And the Innate Five-Needle Pine... the Wind Thunder Immortal Apricot... also a full ten of each..."

He was completely stunned!

He stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning, unable to speak.

He could feel the spiritual energy permeating the surroundings, so dense it could almost burst a Grand Unity Golden Immortal like him, and the primal fluctuations of the four innate elements—earth, water, fire, and wind—flowed through the air.

Zhao Gongming began to tremble, his voice hoarse:

"What kind of being's cave dwelling have I, Zhao Gongming, stumbled into?"

"The Ten Innate Spiritual Roots, which even Saints might not possess, are planted here in swathes like common radishes and cabbages?!"

The image of the sleeping young Daoist flashed through his mind, sending a chill down his spine.

"If not for the status of a Saint, how could this be possible?"

"But even Saints wouldn't possess such divine items... This is... this is no longer a Saint! It's... it's an ancient, primordial god from the Chaos, a peerless mighty being who attained the Dao before Great God Pangu!?"

Zhao Gongming could no longer control his emotions and slapped himself hard:

"I'm simply as stupid as can be! I dared to speak disrespectfully to such a senior! I was practically courting death!"

"I, Zhao Gongming, with the light of a firefly, dare to compete with the senior's bright moon!"

At this moment, his breathing actually calmed down, and there was no longer any arrogance in his eyes. Instead, they were filled with reverence and piety. He slowly retracted his magic power, tidied his robes, and walked step by step towards the ancient willow tree, as if a mortal were worshipping a sacred mountain, his eyes filled with piety and remorse.

However!!!

He had only taken a few steps when an extremely terrifying aura of malevolence suddenly struck him. Heaven and earth seemed to darken in an instant, a fierce wind howled, and the ground shook. Zhao Gongming stumbled violently, almost falling to his knees!

"What is that?!"

He suddenly looked up ahead, and in that instant, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

He saw that in the valley at the end of the orchard, dense piles of corpses were stacked high. They had black scales and silver horns, their dragon bones stark and white, and an aura of malevolence surged like a tide.

Each corpse was tens of thousands of feet long, majestic and terrifying. They were all the remains of Chaos Demon Dragons!

Ten, a hundred, a thousand... there were over a hundred thousand of them!

Zhao Gongming's pupils contracted sharply, his throat dry: "These are... the Chaos Demon Dragon clan?! They've all been wiped out here?!"

His whole body trembled, barely daring to believe what he was seeing:

"Just how terrifying a being must this be, to have annihilated the Chaos Demon Dragon clan and then piled their corpses like mountains?!"

"Each of these Chaos Demon Dragons must have been a peak Primordial Golden Immortal, right!"

"Hiss, there are actually over a hundred thousand of them here!"

"That senior... what realm is he actually at?"

Zhao Gongming could no longer speak. His knees buckled, and he fell to the ground with a thud. His mind went blank, with only one thought screaming madly:

"I thought my master, Tongtian, was already astonishing and peerless!"

Thinking of this, a flicker of dejection flashed in his eyes, and then he looked with burning intensity at the young Daoist beneath the ancient willow tree:

"Now it seems my master, Tongtian, isn't even worthy of carrying this person's shoes!"