West from Penglai, East to Gain Heavy Treasure

Tens of thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye.

Donghua sat quietly beneath the Innate Spiritual Root Yellow Middle Plum, his mind fully immersed within the Jade Disk of Creation Fragment, comprehending the Lesser Yang Law contained within it.

That law, symbolizing the nascent sun and the sprouting of life, shifted from obscure and incomprehensible at first to gradually revealing its threads, until finally, like water flowing into a channel, he thoroughly discerned and mastered it.

It was also during this long enlightenment that he took the opportunity to refine the Time Spirit Treasure he had obtained from Penglai.

A Top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure with forty-eight Innate Restrictions, named the Stream of Time.

As Donghua rose, the "Stream of Time," which seemed condensed from flowing water, let out a clear, joyful cry before transforming into a gentle, hazy stream of light that naturally coiled around his left wrist, concealing its form, leaving only a faint, cool temporal fluctuation linked to his Dao Heart.

Donghua stood alone on Penglai Immortal Island, the sea of clouds around him churning like the endless flow of the River of Time.

He lightly raised his fingers, calculating the celestial mechanisms, and a glimmer of sudden realization flashed in his eyes.

"To think this journey to seek opportunities at sea has already lasted one Yuan Cycle."

His voice scattered into the wind, carrying the vicissitudes of one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years.

He recalled leaving Zifu Continent with confusion; now his Dao path was set.

It was time to return.

As the thought stirred, the Dao Method formed of itself. Donghua's foot tapped lightly, and his form transformed into a clear, hazy Evasion Technique light, like the purple dawn air at the first rising of the sun, abruptly piercing through heaven and earth.

"Boom—"

The sea of clouds split in two, like snow waves crashing against an invisible cliff; the blue waves automatically retreated, a bottomless abyss becoming a smooth path in an instant.

Where his figure passed, light and shadow followed, strands of Dao rhythm flowing around him, pointing straight toward the location of Zifu Continent.

Sunlight Without Trace: Where the Evasion Technique light passes, it is like morning dew meeting the sun, leaving no trace.

Unlike ordinary Evasion Techniques, which strive for speed, ferocity, and violence, with a terrifying momentum.

When this divine ability was employed, like the universal radiance of sunlight, his Dao body existed simultaneously at every point along the path, and therefore did not linger in form or trace at any single point, truly achieving the mysterious realm of "passing without a mark, vanishing without a shadow."

After all, this was the perilous Primordial Wilderness, where slaughter arose on all sides and great beings emerged in droves.

Bei Ming Kun Peng, relying on the ultimate speed under heaven, roamed the Primordial Wilderness, seizing opportunities everywhere, making countless enemies, yet always remained free and unbound.

Blood Sea Ming He, relying on the innate advantage of "if the Blood Sea does not dry up, Ming He does not die," was notorious for his ferocity, with enemies scattered across heaven and earth, yet still no one could subdue him.

Donghua was deeply versed in the way of survival in this world, so besides tempering his killing divine abilities, he poured boundless effort into this Evasion Technique.

If he could win, he would suppress with the force of thunder; if he could not, he would use this technique to flee ten thousand miles, first establishing an invincible position—this was the foundation of eternal longevity.

Donghua left the vast blue waves of Penglai Immortal Island, his form transforming into a faint ray of sunlight, heading straight for Zifu Continent.

As an Innate Divine Being born from the Primordial Wilderness itself, from the moment of his emergence, the inherited memories from his origin were already imprinted deep within his true spirit.

The vast geography of the Primordial Wilderness, the general trends of the various regions—though he had not seen them all in detail, their positions and veins were naturally known in his heart.

Although the Primordial Wilderness was boundless, as a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, his speed was not slow to begin with, and he was further enhanced by the Evasion Technique of Sunlight Without Trace.

Unless he was directly facing the majestic pressure of Pangu from Buzhou Mountain, or intended to tour the Four Seas, survey the Eight Desolations, and roam heaven and earth, ordinary travel would not waste tens of thousands of years.

He did not exert his full power; it was more like a leisurely stroll.

Along the way, the sky was high and the sea vast. The fierce sea breeze brushed against the Dao rhythm around him, spontaneously transforming into clear Dao Sounds.

At times, he saw places where spiritual veins converged, with ten thousand rays of auspicious light, immortal islands rising and falling like a pure land beyond the world;

At other times, he saw members of the Scaled Tribe fighting over a cave heaven or a single Spirit Essence, stirring up monstrous waves, divine abilities and demonic light clashing with roars, slaughtering until blood stained the blue waves and corpses littered the sea, dyeing that stretch of ocean a deep crimson.

This was the true Primordial Wilderness—both possessing the transcendent aura of immortals and filled with the most primitive, most naked struggle for survival.

Donghua observed all of this from within his Evasion Technique light, his mind undisturbed.

He had seen too many such scenes—the weak being prey to the strong. As long as it did not obstruct his Dao, he would not intervene.

The outline of Zifu Continent grew increasingly clear in his perception. Donghua's form abruptly halted, and the traceless Evasion Technique light around him quietly faded away.

His gaze fell into the distance.

Donghua suddenly felt a resonance in his heart, a thread of celestial guidance pulling at him from the unseen, causing him to involuntarily stop his Evasion Technique light.

This sensation was so clear—it was clearly a spiritual object fated to be connected to him emerging into the world.

Since the opportunity had already stirred his senses, there was no need to rush back to Zifu Continent.

But such an opportunity emerging would surely trigger celestial phenomena, and then cultivators from all directions would swarm in; inevitably, there would be a battle.

Without a moment's hesitation, Donghua's form instantly blurred as he fully activated Sunlight Without Trace, rushing eastward.

The seas and islands around him turned into elongated streaks of color behind him, rapidly receding.

At the same time, in a region of the East Sea, auspicious clouds shot into the sky, golden light blazed for billions of feet, and heaven and earth roared.

The formation guarding the Heavy Treasure was about to dissipate.

The Spiritual Mechanism and Dao rhythm it emitted swept outward, attracting countless cultivators from the surrounding area to rush over.

The East Sea was vast, its misty waves boundless.

Even with Donghua's ability as a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, fully driving his Evasion Technique light to cross it still consumed several years.

When he arrived, following the unseen resonance, he saw ahead a gathering of ten thousand cultivators.

That was a stretch of sea shrouded in Cloud and Mist, where the Innate Dao Charm surged like the tides.

All around, it had already turned into a Bloody Storm.

Cultivators had long since killed themselves red-eyed, fighting for the closest positions.

Divine abilities clashed with Magic Treasures; blood and severed limbs flew everywhere as cultivators kept falling from the clouds, staining the blue waves crimson.

Just then, an arrogant voice, wrapped in the oppressive might of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, thundered out:

"This place—our Cang Ming Shrimp Clan is taking it! If you know what's good for you, all of you, get lost!"

The speaker was clad in Black Armor, his demonic aura churning together with the waves, Sha Qi soaring to the heavens.

He swept his gaze across the scene with a vicious grin, his eyes lingering especially on a few Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, the threat unmistakable.

Before his words had even faded, a chorus of angry rebukes erupted.

"Arrogant! Treasures belong to those fated to obtain them—since when did they become your clan's property?"

"Boom—!"

At that moment, an aura far more formidable than a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal exploded forth.

An old man, previously utterly unremarkable and clad in a deep purple Daoist robe, slowly stepped forward.

"A Zenith Heaven! He's a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!"

"It's the Purple Shrimp Ancestor of the Cang Ming Shrimp Clan! He... he actually broke through!"

The Purple Shrimp Ancestor's gaze was as cold as the deep sea, locking directly onto the cultivator who had been the most arrogant moments before. His voice was calm, yet carried an unshakable authority that echoed across the sea:

"The rest of the cultivators may leave. You—leave your fleshly body and Primordial Spirit behind."

At these words, the entire scene fell silent.

Leave behind the Primordial Spirit and the fleshly body? That would mean only a wisp of true spirit remained—countless eons of bitter cultivation, all divine abilities and Magic Power, even the traces of one's existence, would vanish into smoke and scatter!

Hearing this, that Primordial Unity Golden Immortal's eyes were filled only with despair and terror; he wanted to beg for mercy.

The Purple Shrimp Ancestor paid no attention to the other's reaction.

He had just broken through to Zenith Heaven, and his realm was not yet fully stabilized. At this moment, the only thought in his mind was to finish this quickly.

This treasure had emerged above his Cang Ming Shrimp Clan's Clan Land—it was fated to be his!

As long as he refined the treasure as soon as possible, with its power, even if other Zenith Heaven cultivators caught wind and rushed over later, he was confident he could hold his own in a fight, and might even expand his clan's influence further!