Kunlun Immortal Mountain, Auspicious Beast Pixiu

The Primordial World.

"They say that in the Primordial World, Kunlun is the ancestral vein of all mountains. Why, then, can I not find a single opportunity here?"

A beast wandered through the vast, immortal mountain range.

The beast possessed a dragon's head, a lion's body, tiger claws, and deer antlers. It had wings on its back and a massive belly, with a mouth but no anus.

Overall, it looked exceptionally fierce, yet it exuded an indescribable aura of immense wealth and prosperity.

If any Xiantian Divine Being were present, a single glance would reveal its origin.

This was a beast of auspiciousness, a Pixiu.

His name was Tianlu.

In truth, he was a transmigrator from a later age.

The name Tianlu was not his original name from his past life, but a name of inheritance bestowed upon him by the rules of the Primordial World.

However, the name Tianlu was remarkably similar to his name in his previous life.

He had been called Tianlu.

Since the inheritance of heaven and earth bestowed the name Tianlu, then Tianlu he was.

Since the pronunciation remained unchanged and the name was the same, it saved him the trouble of changing it.

Ever since Pangu swung the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, splitting chaos, setting the earth, water, fire, and wind, and evolving the Primordial World, this realm had undergone countless ages of vicissitudes.

During the Tribulation of Ferocious Beasts, the Beast Emperor Shen Ni led the ferocious beasts, born from the resentment of the Chaos Demon Gods, to ravage the Primordial World, only to be jointly slaughtered by the great powers of the myriad races.

During the Dragon-Han First Tribulation, the Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and the Primordial Qilin fought for hegemony, shattering the Primordial World and ultimately leading to the retreat of their three clans, all burdened by heavy karmic debt.

Following that came the Dao-Devil War.

The Dao Ancestor Hongjun and the Devil Ancestor Luo Hou engaged in a heaven-shaking duel at Mount Sumeru in the West. The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation was broken, Luo Hou perished, and Hongjun was on the verge of becoming a Saint.

The current Primordial World was in a period of recuperation following the Dao-Devil War.

The Western lands were barren due to Luo Hou detonating the spiritual veins, while the Eastern lands were rich in spiritual energy, with all things thriving.

The immortal mountain beneath Tianlu's feet was the core of the Eastern lands, the ancestral vein of all mountains—Kunlun Immortal Mountain.

Tianlu had been transmigrated here for nearly one hundred thousand years.

He knew well the cruelty of the Primordial World; great powers were everywhere, Golden Immortals were as common as dogs, and Taiyi cultivators walked the earth in droves.

To survive the future Witch-Demon Tribulation and the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, one had to possess formidable strength and a deep foundation.

As a Pixiu, a beast of auspiciousness, Tianlu was born knowing his own origin and innate divine abilities.

According to his inherited memories, his own fortune and opportunities should far exceed those of all other beings in the Primordial World.

Yet, Tianlu had wandered this vast, boundless Kunlun Immortal Mountain for tens of thousands of years, searching every nook and cranny, but he hadn't even caught a glimpse of a Xiantian Spiritual Root or a Xiantian Spiritual Treasure.

As he walked, Tianlu stopped, opened his mouth—that mouth with no anus—and spat outward.

A cloud radiating a dense, precious light was expelled.

He leaped up and sprawled comfortably atop this cloud.

Looking closely at the cloud, one could see it contained dozens of Xiantian restrictions, emitting a pure Xiantian Indestructible Spiritual Light.

This was, in fact, a mid-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure.

However, this mid-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure was not an opportunity Tianlu had found in Kunlun Mountain.

It was merely a piece of trash-tier Houtian magic treasure he had refined a few days ago when he was bored, having grabbed a wisp of ordinary Nine Heavens Clear Qi from the peak of Kunlun Mountain and condensed it with his own magic power.

Then, he had utilized his innate ability as a Pixiu.

Tianlu had yet to see or personally experience the claim that his fortune and opportunities far exceeded those of others.

But he had truly felt the other heaven-defying abilities of the Pixiu, and he had mastered them to perfection.

The first was this so-called fortune and opportunity, which far surpassed others.

Although it had not yet manifested, the inheritance of heaven and earth could not be wrong.

The second was his ability to swallow any magic treasure, spiritual treasure, or spiritual root into his belly.

His large belly, with a mouth but no anus, formed a strange space filled with the mysteries of creation.

As long as an item was swallowed, after a period of settling and gestation, it could trigger a qualitative change in the rules of heaven and earth.

Houtian objects could be reversed into Xiantian, stained with Xiantian Indestructible Spiritual Light, and promoted to Xiantian Spiritual Treasures.

As for treasures that were already Xiantian, if they settled in his belly for long enough, their original grade could even be improved.

The same principle applied to spiritual roots.

Ordinary Houtian spiritual roots swallowed into his belly would, in time, be spat out as Xiantian spiritual roots.

The cloud beneath Tianlu was exactly what he had created by using this ability, forcibly turning a Houtian magic treasure into a mid-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure.

This ability to break the common sense of the Primordial World and ignore the rules of creation would, if known to those Xiantian Divine Beings who fought tooth and nail over a low-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure, likely cause their Dao hearts to collapse from jealousy.

The third was his ability to control the fortune of the world and possess the authority to bestow blessings and prosperity.

In the Primordial World, destiny is the supreme existence.

Those blessed with destiny find spiritual treasures when they step outside, turn misfortune into luck, and advance in their cultivation by leaps and bounds without ever encountering a bottleneck.

Those whose destiny has withered will find their teeth stuck even when drinking cold water, suffer unexpected disasters, or even fall into cultivation deviation and perish into nothingness.

Tianlu had once tested this divine ability himself.

That was back when the Dragon-Han First Tribulation had only just ended.

Tianlu was wandering along the East Sea Coast when he happened upon two True Dragons at the early stage of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm and one Ink Qilin at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm.

Although the three clans were in decline at the time, their lingering might remained, and the two True Dragons were using their superior cultivation to bully the Ink Qilin.

On a whim, Tianlu hid in the shadows and activated his divine ability to manipulate destiny.

With supreme authority, he stirred the River of Destiny in the ethereal void.

He forcibly stripped the two True Dragons of all their clan and personal destiny, then, as if performing an empowerment, dumped it all onto the Ink Qilin.

The results were immediate.

The Ink Qilin, who had been beaten to the brink of death, experienced an instant ancestral reversion of his bloodline under the blessing of such immense destiny.

His cultivation bottleneck, which had stagnated for years, shattered with a roar. Heaven and earth spiritual energy flooded his body, allowing him to leap across the chasm from Golden Immortal to Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, even manifesting two flowers atop his crown.

Conversely, once their destiny was stripped away, misfortune descended upon the two True Dragons in an instant.

Without warning, two bolts of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning struck from the clear sky, shattering their physical bodies.

Not only that, but just as their Primordial Spirits fled their broken bodies in terror, attempting to use blood-escape techniques to return to the four seas, the surrounding space twisted strangely.

An extremely rare void rift opened without warning along their escape path.

It swept the two Primordial Unity Golden Immortal-level spirits directly into the violent spatial turbulence, instantly shredding them until their souls were scattered. Not even their true spirits escaped, and they were utterly consigned to nothingness.

The two dragons were so plagued by misfortune that they died without leaving a single trace behind.

Such was the terrifying fate of those whose destiny had been completely stripped away.

In the Primordial World, destiny is the foundation of all existence. Without its protection, heaven and earth will reject you; having your teeth stuck while drinking water or encountering heavenly tribulations while walking are merely the norm.