Fellow Daoist, Please Stay! Have This Fruit to Quench Your Thirst!

Beyond the Thirty-three Heavens, at the boundary of chaos.

This place was a natural barrier of the Primordial World, known as the Chaos Gale Layer.

As its name implied, it was filled with terrifying gales capable of eroding an immortal's flesh and bones, scattering the divine soul and true spirit.

Chaos Airflow lurked within as well, darting out like venomous snakes hidden in the dark from time to time. With the slightest carelessness, even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal would meet a bitter end.

At this moment, however, the usually deathly silent gale layer was exceptionally lively.

Countless streaks of light were inching forward with the difficulty of snails.

They were all great powers hurrying to the Purple Cloud Palace to hear the Dao.

But clearly, this road was not easy to travel.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

A violent gray hurricane swept through. Several Rogue Cultivators with only Primordial Unity Golden Immortal cultivation were blown straight into ashes before they could even scream, their true spirits unable to escape.

The great powers behind them felt their scalps go numb at the sight and hurriedly brought out their most prized Magic Treasures.

Among them, the most conspicuous were the Three Pure Ones.

The Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda hovered above Laozi's head, raining down ten thousand streams of Mysterious Yellow Qi. Though he stood as steady as Mount Tai, his aged face bore traces of exhaustion.

Primordial Heavenly Lord held the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, continuously driving back the approaching Chaos Airflow. His embroidered Daoist robe had been slashed open in several places, and even his hair bun was somewhat disheveled. This made his expression, given how obsessed he was with appearances, so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it.

Sovereign of Heaven was in the most miserable state. The Qingping Sword on his back hummed ceaselessly as he relied on its razor-sharp Sword Qi to forcibly carve out a path, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Elder Brother, where exactly is the Purple Cloud Palace? If we keep going like this, our mana may be exhausted," Sovereign of Heaven asked, panting heavily.

Primordial Heavenly Lord snorted and straightened his collar. "How could a Saint's Daoist sanctuary be so easily entered? This is the Saint's trial for us. Only those with great perseverance and great fortune can arrive. Those blown to death by the wind were merely people with scant fortune."

Though he said so, the urgency in his eyes could not be concealed.

It was not just the Three Pure Ones.

Not far away, a man and a woman were also struggling to hold on.

They were Fuxi and Nuwa.

The notes of Fuxi's zither rang out in waves, transforming into a sonic shield, while his face had gone deathly pale. Nuwa, meanwhile, brought forth a painting scroll and barely managed to keep the two of them safe.

Old Ancestor Hongyun was also dragging his friend Zhen Yuanzi along. Relying on the Earth Book's protection, he staggered every three steps while still complaining, "Had I known this road would be so hard, I would have stayed in Huoyun Cave and slept the day away. Why did I come here to suffer like this?"

Zhen Yuanzi smiled bitterly in helplessness. "Brother Daoist, watch your words. A Saint senses Heaven and Earth; do not lose your decorum."

Just as these top great powers of the Primordial World were struggling to survive amid the gales like refugees fleeing famine—

Suddenly.

A strange rumbling came from behind them.

It was not as violent as thunder, yet it was low and powerful, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

Then came a lofty, clear dragon's roar.

"Roar—!!"

That dragon's roar actually pierced through the howling Chaos Gales and rang clearly in the ears of every great power.

Everyone turned back in astonishment.

Deep within the endless, dim Chaos Airflow, a dazzling mass of Nine-Colored Divine Light was slowly crushing its way forward in a manner that seemed slow, yet utterly ignored all obstacles.

It was nine Five-Clawed Golden Dragons!

Each radiated a terrifying aura comparable to that of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. They pulled an incomparably luxurious Purple Gold Imperial Carriage, moving through the violent Chaos Gales as though walking on level ground.

The gales that could easily tear apart a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal could not even make the dangling jeweled ornaments on the carriage sway. Instead, they seemed to turn into gentle breezes, brushing dust from the carriage.

"Th-this is whose carriage?!"

Primordial Heavenly Lord's pupils contracted sharply as he stared fixedly at the carriage, stormy waves rising in his heart.

Even with his attainments in the art of refining, he could not see through the material of this carriage! The Dao rhythm flowing across its body was clearly the radiance of Innate Divine Prohibitions!

How was this merely a carriage?

It was plainly a Top-Grade Defensive Spiritual Treasure!

Who was extravagant enough to use a top-grade spiritual treasure as a carriage?

While everyone stood stunned, the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage had already slowly drawn alongside them.

At the speed of a carriage pulled by nine dragons, it could have overtaken them in an instant.

Yet for some reason, upon reaching this place, it actually slowed down.

It slowed to an outrageous degree, as though it were taking a stroll through this harsh, chaotic scenery...

Taiyuan lay within the carriage, his divine sense sweeping over the bedraggled great powers outside as the corner of his lips curved upward.

Fast?

Why should he be fast?

This Chaos Gale Layer was a wonderful place—a natural stage for showing off and slapping faces.

If we just went whoosh and flew past, who would get a clear look at this carriage's luxurious interior? Who would see the top-grade spirit fruits in my hand?

If wealth does not return home, it is like walking through the night in embroidered robes.

In this Primordial World era, where going out meant walking, if we did not show off our superiority a little, how could that possibly do justice to ten thousand years of hard farming?

"Open the window."

Taiyuan gave the order casually.

"Right away!"

Zhunti deftly opened the panoramic window polished from a Ten Thousand Year Wind-Settling Pearl.

The scene of utter extravagance inside the carriage was instantly laid bare before everyone outside.

Soft immortal music drifted through the air, while the fragrance of Enlightenment Tea curled and spread.

The three of them were sprawled in supreme comfort atop soft couches covered in the hides of some unknown beast.

Taiyuan was idly rolling two large, round pearls in his hand—upon closer inspection, they were fucking Sea-Calming Divine Pearls!

Jieyin was peeling a Purple-Patterned Flat Peach, its juice covering his hands, yet he casually wiped them on a Daoist robe that looked outrageously expensive.

And Zhunti, closest to the window, was hugging a gourd half the height of a man, gulping down Jade Nectar and Ambrosia. His left hand held a fistful of golden pine nuts, which he cracked like sunflower seeds, the sharp crack crack sounding without pause.

"Burp—"

Zhunti let out a loud, resounding belch.

It sounded especially abrupt within the silent chaos.

The great powers outside were dumbfounded.

They had to fight with everything they had for every step forward, constantly fearing they might be blown to death by the wind.

Yet these three fellows... were sightseeing and having a picnic at the same time?

Was there any justice left in this world?

Was there any law left?

The carriage slowly drew level with the Three Pure Ones.

Taiyuan did not show himself. He merely adjusted himself into a more comfortable position, quietly concealing his achievements and fame.

Zhunti, however, sharp-eyed as ever, spotted Primordial Heavenly Lord, who was closest to them.

At that moment, Primordial Heavenly Lord had disheveled hair and an ashen face as he stared fixedly at... the platter of fruit inside the carriage.

Those were...

Yellow Middle Plums?

The Yellow Middle Plum that bloomed in an instant, took ten thousand years to bear fruit, granted ten thousand years of cultivation merely by its scent, and allowed one to become a Great Luo on the spot after eating a single fruit?

They had simply been piled into a little mountain and set beside that bald man as snacks?

And that tea... merely catching its scent made his Primordial Spirit tremble. Could it be the legendary Enlightenment Tea?

Primordial Heavenly Lord felt as though his Dao Heart were about to shatter.

He prided himself on belonging to the Pangu Orthodox Lineage and possessing immense merit, yet throughout all his years of cultivation, not to mention Yellow Middle Plums, he had scarcely even seen a few ordinary Innate Spiritual Roots.

Where had these three come from? How were they even more extravagantly wealthy than the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans at the height of their prosperity?

"Eh? Fellow Daoist, you look familiar."