Primordial World.
"Wasn't Kunlun said to be the ancestral mountain range of the Primordial World? Why haven't I come across a single fortunate opportunity?"
A beast wandered through the vast, boundless immortal mountains.
It had a dragon's head, a lion's body, tiger claws, deer antlers, a pair of wings on its back, an enormous belly, and a mouth but no anus.
It looked incredibly majestic, yet also exuded an indescribable air of wealth and nobility.
If an Innate Divine Being had been here, a single glance would have been enough to see through its origins.
It was an auspicious beast of Heaven and Earth—the Pixiu.
His name was Tianlu.
In truth, he was a transmigrator from a later age.
The name Tianlu wasn't his name in his previous life. It was the name bestowed upon him by the laws of Heaven and Earth in the Primordial World.
Still, the name Tianlu sounded remarkably similar to the name he'd had in his previous life.
His former name had been Tian Lu.
Since Heaven and Earth had bestowed the name Tianlu upon him, then Tianlu he was.
The pronunciation hadn't changed, after all, so he might as well spare himself the trouble of changing his name.
Since Great God Pangu had swung the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, cleaved Chaos apart, set Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind in place, and brought the Primordial World into being, this land had endured countless ages of change and turmoil.
During the Tribulation of Ferocious Beasts, Beast Emperor Shen Ni had led the ferocious beasts, born from the resentment of the Chaos Demon Gods, in a rampage across the Primordial World. In the end, the mighty experts of the myriad races joined forces to exterminate them.
During the Dragon-Han First Tribulation, the three clans of Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, and Primordial Qilin had fought for supremacy, shattering the entire Primordial World. In the end, all three clans had withdrawn from the world, burdened by Karmic Force.
After that came the Dao-Devil War.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun and Demon Ancestor Luohu had clashed in a world-shaking battle at Western Mount Sumeru. The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was broken, Luohu perished and vanished, and Hongjun was on the verge of becoming a sage.
The Primordial World was now in a period of recovery and renewal after the Dao-Devil War.
The Western Lands had been left barren after Luohu blew up their spiritual veins, while the Eastern Land brimmed with spiritual energy, and all things flourished.
And the immortal mountain beneath Tianlu's feet stood at the heart of the Eastern Land: Kunlun Immortal Mountain, the ancestral mountain range of all mountains.
Tianlu had been here for nearly a hundred thousand years.
He knew all too well how cruel the Primordial World was. Mighty experts were everywhere; Golden Immortals were as common as dogs, and Primordial Unity Golden Immortals roamed the land.
To survive the coming Witch-Demon Tribulation and Investiture of the Gods Calamity, he needed formidable strength and deep reserves.
As the auspicious beast Pixiu, Tianlu had been born knowing his origins and innate divine abilities.
According to the memories passed down to him, his own blessings and fortunate opportunities should far surpass those of all other beings in the Primordial World.
But Tianlu had wandered through the vast, boundless Kunlun Immortal Mountain for tens of thousands of years, scouring every slope and valley, and hadn't even caught a glimpse of an Xiantian Spiritual Root or an Xiantian Spiritual Treasure.
As he walked, Tianlu stopped, opened his great mouth—which had no anus—and spat.
A cloud shimmering with hazy, radiant light emerged from his mouth.
He sprang onto it and stretched out comfortably.
On closer inspection, the cloud contained dozens of Xiantian restrictions and radiated pure Xiantian Indestructible Spiritual Light.
It was unmistakably a middle-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure.
However, this middle-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure wasn't a fortunate opportunity Tianlu had found in Kunlun Mountain.
A few days earlier, when he'd had nothing better to do, he'd simply snatched a mass of ordinary Nine Heavens Pure Qi from the peak of Kunlun Mountain and used his own magical power to refine it into a lowly Acquired treasure.
Then he'd activated his innate divine ability as a Pixiu.
Tianlu had yet to see for himself or personally experience the claim that his blessings and fortunate opportunities far surpassed those of others.
But he'd truly felt the effects of several of the Pixiu's other heaven-defying divine abilities, and had mastered their use completely.
The first was this supposed gift of blessings and fortunate opportunities, far surpassing those of others.
Although it hadn't manifested yet, the inheritance passed down by Heaven and Earth couldn't be wrong.
The second was his ability to swallow any magical treasure, spiritual treasure, or spiritual root whole.
His enormous belly, with a mouth but no anus, contained a wondrous space of its own, brimming with the mysteries of Creation.
Once an object was swallowed, after a period of settling and nurturing, the laws of Heaven and Earth could transform it.
Acquired objects could be reversed into Xiantian treasures, imbued with Xiantian Indestructible Spiritual Light, and elevated into Xiantian Spiritual Treasures.
And treasures that were already Xiantian could even be raised a grade if they settled in his belly long enough.
The same principle applied to spiritual roots.
An ordinary Acquired Spiritual Root, swallowed and then spat out after some time, would become an Xiantian Spiritual Root.
The cloud beneath Tianlu was precisely the result of this divine ability: he'd forcibly transformed an Acquired treasure into a middle-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure.
If those Innate Divine Beings who fought tooth and nail over even a single low-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure learned of this ability to defy the laws of the Primordial World and disregard the rules of Creation, they'd probably be so jealous their Daoist hearts would crumble.
The third was his ability to control the fortune of the world and wield the authority to bestow blessings and prosperity.
In the Primordial World, fortune stood supreme above all else.
Those blessed with fortune could stumble upon spiritual treasures wherever they went, turn danger into safety, and cultivate by leaps and bounds, without a single bottleneck.
Those whose fortune waned would choke even on a mouthful of cold water. Calamity would strike from the skies, and they might even suffer qi deviation, perish, and vanish from the world.
Tianlu had once tested this divine ability himself.
It had happened not long after the Dragon-Han First Tribulation had ended.
Tianlu had been wandering along the East Sea Coast when he happened upon two true dragons at the Early Taiyi Golden Immortal stage and an Ink Qilin at the peak of the Golden Immortal stage.
Though the three clans had fallen into decline, their lingering might remained. The two true dragons were using their cultivation to bully the Ink Qilin.
On a whim, Tianlu had hidden nearby and activated his divine ability to control fortune.
With supreme authority, he had stirred the unseen River of Destiny.
He forcibly stripped the two true dragons of all their Dragon Clan fortune and personal fortune, then poured it all onto the Ink Qilin as though passing on an inheritance through a head-to-head transmission.
The results had been immediate.
The Ink Qilin, who had been beaten to the brink of death, had its bloodline instantly revert to its ancient ancestry under the weight of that immense fortune.
Its cultivation bottleneck, stagnant for many years, had shattered with a roar. Spiritual energy from Heaven and Earth had poured into it on the spot, carrying it straight across the chasm between Golden Immortal and Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. Even the Three Flowers above its head had already condensed into two blooms.
As for the two true dragons, disaster had struck the instant their fortune was stripped away.
Two bolts of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning had descended from the clear sky without warning, shattering the bodies of both true dragons.
That wasn't all. Their Primordial Spirits had only just fled in terror from their shattered bodies and tried to use a blood-escape technique to return to the Four Seas when the surrounding space suddenly twisted in a bizarre fashion.
An exceedingly rare spatial rift had opened without warning along their escape route.
It swept both Primordial Spirits, each at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, into the raging spatial currents, where they were instantly ground to nothing. Not even their true spirits escaped; they vanished utterly into the Void.
The two dragons had been beset by one calamity after another and died without leaving behind a trace.
That was the terrifying fate that awaited those whose fortune had been completely stripped away.
In the Primordial World, fortune was the foundation of all existence. Without its protection, all of Heaven and Earth rejected you. Choking on cold water and being struck by a tribulation just for walking down the road were both par for the course.
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