The Path is Hard to Find, Three Islands Suppress Demon Gods

At present, Bei Ming had no proper solution for the state of his own Law cultivation. He could only take things one step at a time.

Fortunately, being within Hong Huang Zhi Zhong, there was nothing wrong with proceeding this way.

The methods by which Hongjun and the Six Saints attained the Dao had not begun from the "Dao" itself.

Their paths to becoming saints were either Cutting off the Three Corpses or attaining the Dao through Merit.

At their core, they still used "laws" and "techniques" as their foundation, borrowing the Heavenly Dao's empowerment to forcefully break through and attain the Dao, becoming saints.

This shortcut-like method of becoming a saint could grant one the status of a Saint and strength comparable to a Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

But compared to a Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal who attained the Dao through Laws, there was ultimately still a gap.

Yang Mei had attained the Dao as a Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal and achieved transcendence. He alone truly walked the path of the "Dao."

Unfortunately, there was only one Yang Mei in the Primordial World, and he had been among the finest of the Chaos Gods back then.

His foundation, origins, and comprehension were all a level above those of the Primordial World's Native Creatures.

Bei Ming cast aside his distracting thoughts and stopped dwelling on it. In any case, when he went to Purple Cloud Palace this time, he had to hold onto his Prayer Mat.

Hongjun was not some idle busybody. If he were merely toying with people, then this Dao Ancestor would be far too beneath himself.

Kun Peng and Hong Yun had been able to sit on the Prayer Mats; they must have had an opportunity to become saints, yet they had missed it themselves.

Kun Peng was hard to judge, but Hong Yun, that do-gooder—if he could comprehend it, willingly devote himself to the West, shoulder the great duty of reviving the West, and borrow Merit from the Heavenly Dao—could fully follow the path of Zhunti and Jieyin.

Moreover, he had a friend, Zhen Yuanzi, a Great Power who possessed the Earth Book. Perhaps he could play some role in restoring the West's earth veins.

The West needed a rise to prosperity. That was the great tide of destiny, and it was extremely important.

But who would lead the West to prosperity was something that could be manipulated.

Bei Ming raised a hand and plucked a Pine cone. With a slight stir of Magic power, he extracted the Pine nuts and casually tossed them into his mouth, chewing.

The Pine nuts tasted sweet and clean, with a trace of bitterness, their fragrance blooming between his teeth.

Once swallowed, a warm, gentle strand of innate spiritual energy slowly circulated through his limbs and bones, and he could faintly sense the subtle pulse of the Five Elements Law.

Aside from the Five-Needle Pine's basic properties of healing injuries, increasing Magic power, advancing cultivation, and extending one's lifespan—

its Pine nuts could also, imperceptibly, aid one's understanding of the Five Elements Law.

Since Bei Ming had taken in this Five-Needle Pine, he could treat the Five Elements Law as an Auxiliary cultivation path and explore it a little.

As for making it his Main Cultivation, that was truly impossible.

The Laws primarily cultivated by Innate Gods and Innate Living Beings were generally connected to their own origins.

With such deep compatibility, comprehending the Dao could yield twice the result with half the effort.

Acquired Living Beings did not possess such an advantage.

Unless they encountered some great opportunity, their comprehension was generally insufficient to support truly profound Law cultivation.

Bei Ming carefully picked the Pine cones growing on the Five-Needle Pine, taking care not to disturb the Ancient Tree's spiritual charm, then stored them all within the Returning Ruins.

As a gymnosperm, pine trees actually bloomed as well. Their flowers were generally spherical in structure, nowhere near as bright or conspicuous as those of angiosperms.

The Five-Needle Pine's growth cycle was extraordinarily long—five thousand years to bloom, five thousand years to bear fruit, and another five thousand years to mature. Each cycle produced fifty Pine cones.

Compared with Ginseng Fruit, its yield was somewhat higher, but its cycle was longer.

If they were not harvested, the Pine cones would hang from the Branches for a long time, hindering the birth of new fruit.

Yet throughout that time, the Heaven and Earth spiritual energy absorbed by the Five-Needle Pine would still pour into them without end.

Thus, this first batch of Pine nuts nurtured since the Opening Heaven and Earth possessed especially remarkable effects and was extremely precious.

Now that Bei Ming had harvested all the Pine cones, the Five-Needle Pine could finally nurture new fruit once more. The spiritual radiance around it stirred faintly as it breathed in and out the aura of new life.

After refining the three immortal islands, Bei Ming had officially become their Island Master.

With the Innate Three Talents Formation's enhancement, he could shift through space anywhere within the range of the Three Islands.

This counted as a kind of special privilege. The Three Immortal Islands had originally been formed from fragments of chaos.

Though subordinate to the Primordial World, strictly speaking, they were not entirely part of it.

The Primordial World's space was exceedingly stable. Without comprehending the Space Law—

unless one possessed the strength of a Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, it was difficult to affect space.

To inspect the thing suppressed at the center of the Three Islands, Bei Ming did not even need to Use the dodge technique. With a Thought, he shifted through space and arrived in a hidden realm.

The instant he stepped into that unknown space, a burst of wild laughter exploded, echoing in all four directions.

"Heh heh heh, hahahaha!!! After countless Yuanhui, other than Yang Mei, someone has finally set foot in this place!!!"

The laughter carried unbridled arrogance and wild defiance, accompanied by an eerie pressure.

It was not so powerful as to be utterly unmatched.

Yet that bone-chilling aura of chaos made one shudder.

What made Bei Ming's heart tighten even more was that the other party had mentioned the name "Yang Mei."

That was not a name just any ordinary being could know.

Bei Ming's expression darkened slightly. He immediately brought out the Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Flag and the Pure World White Lotus to protect himself, then slowly probed forward.

The entire space was not vast, the kind whose end could be seen at a glance.

There were no decorations whatsoever around it; it could be called a stretch of nothingness.

Suddenly, a Purple Phantom quietly condensed several zhang before Bei Ming.

It was not a body of flesh and blood, but a True Spirit.

Even so, the aura it emitted alone was several times stronger than that of the Ice Soul Daoist he had encountered before.

The True Spirit took phantom form, disdain and cold light flashing in its eyes, a mocking curve on its lips.

"So, it's a little ant from the Primordial Wilderness!"

Bei Ming remained outwardly impassive, though his mind was secretly turning.

The aura of Chaos, familiarity with Yang Mei—this was very likely the Remnant Soul of a Chaos God.

During the Heaven-Opening Tribulation, the Chaos Gods had either died or been crippled.

Those fortunate enough to cling to life had either fled deep into Chaos, hiding in secret to heal their wounds and wait for their chance;

or taken advantage of Pangu opening the New World to infiltrate the Primordial Wilderness, seeking opportunities within this newly born world.

Hongjun, Yang Mei, Luo Hou, and the others all belonged to this category.

However, during the Demonic Dao War, the once illustrious Yin Yang Lao Zu, Qiankun Lao Zu, Five Elements Patriarch, and the rest

had all been persuaded by Hongjun into forming the "Old Ancestor Group" and joining forces to besiege Luo Hou.

In the end, aside from Hongjun himself and the highly capable Yang Mei, everyone else was wiped out.

Though they had all fallen, they had at least re-cultivated in the Primordial Wilderness with their remaining True Spirits. All had recovered to the cultivation of Primordial Golden Immortals, proclaiming themselves patriarchs and ancestors and regaining their former splendor for a time.

As for the one before him, he had likely been unfortunate enough to be sealed by the Innate Three Talents Formation the moment he entered the Primordial Wilderness.

The Three Immortal Islands that formed the great formation were, in essence, fragments of Chaos. It was understandable that they could suppress the Remnant Soul of a near-dead Chaos God.

Bei Ming gathered his thoughts, clasped his fists in salute, and asked steadily, "Senior, may I ask who you are? And what exactly is the current situation?"

"What situation?"

The Purple Phantom's gaze turned cold. Its voice was grim as purple Qi Flames flowed around its body.

"Junior, listen carefully! This Seat is the Destruction Demon God, whose might once shook Chaos!

As for now, This Seat is merely cultivating in seclusion here.

If you know what's good for you, get lost!"