In the Primordial World, years went uncounted, and time flowed on. A hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years—all passed in the blink of an eye. The Primordial Great Land gradually entered an age of flourishing prosperity. More and more living beings were born: the weak, the strong, and even those with Great Divine Abilities. This world lacked for nothing in spiritual energy; innate qi filled every corner. All kinds of living beings worked hard at cultivation, increasing their strength—it was necessary for survival. Every creature in the Primordial World knew that if you didn't want to become someone else's meal, you had to be stronger than the others. Sometimes, it also came down to luck.
For all sorts of reasons, the living beings of the Primordial World fought one another—over Heaven's Materials and Earth's Treasures, or to challenge each other. Different species often battled to the death.
After tens of thousands of years of cultivation, Ao Cang's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. But he had been stuck at the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm for more than ten thousand years, still unable to make that final breakthrough.
Ancestral Dragon's gentle voice would often echo in Ao Cang's heart. "Ao Cang, remember: cultivation isn't just about secluding yourself and meditating. You should fight more. Our Dragon Clan are born warriors. We must make the whole Primordial World tremble beneath our roars."
By now, Ao Cang could be considered a middling expert in the Primordial World. He knew that all the major beings with Great Divine Abilities were either cultivating or undergoing transformation. The stronger a living being was, the harder it was to transform—but after transforming, its abilities were naturally greater. The Dragon Clan's founder, Ancestral Dragon, had discovered this. Nearly a hundred thousand