Primordial Sacred Body Ye Bufan

[Name: Zhang Dechou]

[Age: sixty-nine]

[Realm: ninth level of the Core Formation Realm]

[Identity: second-generation disciple of the Zhang Family of Luoyang City]

[Cultivation aptitude: mid-grade Profound-tier aptitude (Note: aptitudes are divided into Yellow, Profound, Earth, Heaven, Dao, Saint, Emperor, and Immortal tiers.]

[Other talents: high-grade Yellow-tier saber talent, high-grade Profound-tier spear talent, low-grade Earth-tier illusion talent, and so on]

[Physique: none]

[Cultivation arts: Primordial Chaos Qi Gong (mid-grade Profound-tier), Vast Sea Saber Art (low-grade Profound-tier)]

[Divine abilities: none]

[Magic artifact: Vast Sea Saber (Core Formation Realm magic artifact)]

[Fortune: yellow (fortune ranks come in ten colors: black, white, yellow, green, cyan, blue, red, purple, orange, and gold)]

Hua Yunfei nodded in satisfaction.

With the All-Seeing Eye, he would be able to learn anyone's true details in the future.

Hua Yunfei covered one eye. The Great Dao trembled for an instant, and above the Prehistoric Forest, an enormous pupil abruptly appeared—soul-stirring and boundlessly terrifying.

"What... is that...?"

"An eye! An eye so vast that its edge can't even be seen!"

"So huge! Which Great Power is spying on us?"

"Could it be a legendary Heavenly Human Realm Great Power? They say beings of that level can pluck stars and seize the moon, and suppress the power of heaven and earth in a fit of rage."

"Even a Heavenly Human Realm Great Power couldn't do something like this, could they?"

Countless Rogue Cultivators, scions of great families, and Sects' geniuses stared at the enormous pupil overhead in horror.

Some were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground. That pupil was incomparably terrifying; they could not look directly at it. A single glance made tears of blood stream from the corners of their eyes!

The gap in realms was immense!

[Name: Li Dachui]

[Age: ninety-nine]

[Realm: third level of the Core Formation Realm]

[Cultivation aptitude: mid-grade Yellow-tier aptitude]

[Other talents: none]

[Name: Wang Cheng]

[Age: one hundred and thirty-three]

[Realm: third level of the Purple Mansion Realm]

[Cultivation aptitude: high-grade Profound-tier aptitude]

[Other talents: low-grade Earth-tier saber talent]

Hua Yunfei also wanted to keep a low profile, but the Prehistoric Forest was unimaginably vast, roughly as large as one Blue Star. Without using divine abilities, it would have been far too time-consuming.

After looking through everyone, he was disappointed.

There were no geniuses who caught his eye. Some truly were Heavenly Prodigies renowned across a region, but to him, they were rather ordinary.

Even if they were not compared to him, they could not compare to his Old Father, Hua Cangqiong, or his grandfather.

Hua Yunfei was rather lazy. He could turn ordinary people into powerhouses too, but it would take far too long, and he was unwilling to do that.

Finding a genius would save trouble. He could just toss them a few Great Emperor scriptures and let them cultivate on their own.

"Arid State's three strongest immortal factions are the Kaoshan Sect, Dao Yi Immortal Sect, and Ghost Nether Mansion. Why don't I go to the Dao Yi Immortal Sect and Ghost Nether Mansion to look for disciples?"

Major sects had more geniuses. What if he found someone suitable?

If he found someone he liked, he could discuss it with their elders and ask them to give the person to him. Offering some benefits should be enough to make them agree.

Seeking the easy way out, Hua Yunfei shattered space with a single finger and plunged into the void, vanishing without a trace.

One day later, Dao Yi Immortal Sect.

Within Dao Yi Immortal Sect, countless immortal mountains floated in the air, a divine river of the nine heavens hung upside down at the edge of the sky, and Dao Charm and immortal mist were thick in the air. Auspicious celestial beasts guarded the mountain gate, while flocks of immortal cranes darted through the sea of clouds.

From afar, it resembled a wondrous immortal landscape.

On the surface, Dao Yi Immortal Sect was slightly stronger than the Kaoshan Sect. It also possessed more of the splendor of a great immortal sect, fitting the fantasy of a sacred cultivation land.

"The Kaoshan Sect is still too low-key..."

Above the sea of clouds, Hua Yunfei stood with his hands behind his back, admiring the immortal scenery.

At that moment, he looked toward a valley outside Dao Yi Immortal Sect's mountain gate.

Rumble!

Massive ripples swept through the valley. Spiritual Energy surged, and rosy light spilled in every direction.

"Damn it, grab him! Cripple him!"

"Hehe, Brother Chen, wasn't he already trash to begin with?"

"Brother Lin, that's not quite right. He's a Primordial Sacred Body! In an age without a Great Emperor, he'd be number one!"

"What Primordial Sacred Body? He's just a clown jumping on a stage. His meridians are like Divine Iron, so he can't open them. You're trash—what use is any physique?"

"Hahahaha..."

The ear-piercing laughter tore through the sky.

The young man clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot. His clothes were tattered, and his skin was covered in saber wounds.

The blood flowing from those wounds was actually golden!

Yet the golden blood did not look remarkable at this moment. It was dim and dull, stripped of its ancient glory.

Around the young man stood ten youths of similar age, their faces mocking and scornful. They stared at him while constantly spewing vile insults.

They were all Meridian Opening Realm cultivators. Though they were roughly the same age, the young man could not cultivate and had long since been left far behind.

At this moment, it was ten against one. The young man could only defend passively!

The Primordial Sacred Body's glory had faded, but his body was still as hard as Divine Iron, with the strength to uproot mountains.

The ten Meridian Opening Realm youths had to rely on Meridian Opening Realm magic artifacts just to injure him!

Hearing their words, the young man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. Humiliation, unwillingness, fury, and grief—all of it was crushed deep inside his heart.

He was weak. No matter what he said, it would be useless.

Only defeating them with his fists was the hard truth!

"I'm trash? There are ten of you fighting one of me, and after an hour, you still haven't brought me down. That only makes you even more trash!"

The young man's words were like sharp knives driven into the chests of the ten youths, causing unbearable pain!

"Ye Bufan, you're courting death!"

The battle erupted again. One youth charged at Ye Bufan, the treasured sword in his hand gleaming coldly as he swung it down, as though it could slice through space.

Ye Bufan went all out. This time, he did not dodge. He raised an arm to block, and the treasured sword immediately cut into his arm, blood spraying everywhere.

The Primordial Sacred Body was immensely powerful. The sword only cut halfway through before stopping against the bone.

The youth's face changed in shock. Before he could pull out his sword, Ye Bufan roared, his fist instantly punching through the youth's chest. Blood splashed everywhere, covering Ye Bufan's face.

"Pfft... Urgh... You... you madman..."

The youth spat out blood, the life force in his body rapidly draining away. Before dying, he finally pulled out his sword and tried to take Ye Bufan down with him.

Crack!

Ye Bufan tore off his arm, then kicked him away. He crashed down in the distance, completely devoid of breath.

"Attack together! Avenge Brother Chen!"

The youth called Brother Lin roared. The magic artifact in his hand was a bright lamp. As he activated it, raging flames poured from its wick and surged toward Ye Bufan.

The other eight youths all activated their magic artifacts. Multiple streaks of attack-light shot toward Ye Bufan with terrifying force, and space itself seemed to crack apart.

Without saying a word, Ye Bufan broke into a mad sprint, enduring one attack after another. The raging flames scorched his flesh black, yet even the searing pain did not make him furrow his brow.

He snatched the bright lamp from Brother Lin's hand and crushed it into fragments with a savage squeeze.

The sight made the nine of them stare wide-eyed in disbelief.

Was an unawakened Primordial Sacred Body already this terrifying?

Crushing a magic artifact with bare hands?

"N-No, no, no!"

Brother Lin was seized by Ye Bufan and lifted into the air by the throat. He shook his head frantically, terror flooding his face. Pale yellow liquid flowed from his lower body, foul and pungent.

"You can't kill him! Stop!"

Brother Lin was their only remaining leader. He could not die too.

Crack!

Ye Bufan wrapped his arms around Brother Lin's neck and twisted it off. A great spray of blood splashed over him, dyeing his entire body red.

Then Ye Bufan swung Brother Lin's headless corpse and smashed it into a youth charging toward him.

Bang!

The two bodies collided. The youth screamed as his internal organs instantly shattered and his flesh split apart. He died miserably in the blink of an eye.

Brother Lin's headless corpse shattered apart completely.