The Heavenly Dao's Abandonment, Mount Buzhou

At this moment.

Helpless, Hongjun could only communicate silently with the Heavenly Dao in his heart, reporting truthfully that his negotiations had failed and he was left with no other options.

Within the Heavenly Dao space, that vast and boundless will of the Heavenly Dao fell into a long silence.

After a long while, the will of the Heavenly Dao finally conveyed a thought.

Since the Creation Green Lotus could not be retrieved, then so be it. Hongjun was to return to his dojo immediately and cultivate with focus, ensuring he attained the Dao and became a Saint as soon as possible to mend the flaws in the operation of the Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun sighed deeply, cast one last lingering look at the void trail left by Tianlu's departure, and turned into a streak of clear energy, fleeing toward White Jade Capital on Yujing Mountain.

At the same time, the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning that had been hovering above Tianlu's head, rumbling with constant threats and intimidation, dissipated silently into the void.

The Heavenly Dao already understood that this Pixiu was simply not afraid of any lightning punishment; it had even treated the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning as a celebratory entrance.

Since intimidation was ineffective and it could not truly strike this Child of the Great Dao to death, the Heavenly Dao had no choice but to hold its nose and tacitly accept the other party's occupation of the Creation Green Lotus.

However, when the vast Eye of the Heavenly Dao perceived that the direction Tianlu was flying in was none other than Mount Buzhou, formed from the spine of Pangu, the will of the Heavenly Dao shuddered slightly.

Mount Buzhou was the center of the Primordial World, containing endless creation and opportunities.

It not only nurtured the future Twelve Ancestral Witches but also hid the future Heavenly Court of the Demon Race, as well as numerous heavenly opportunities concerning the great powers of the Witch-Demon Tribulation.

If this treasure-hungry, wealth-devouring Pixiu were allowed to go in and wreak havoc, the fixed destiny of the Primordial World would surely be turned upside down by him.

To maintain the operation of the great trend of the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao secretly lowered its majestic laws, silently and thoroughly obscuring all heavenly secrets regarding the opportunities, innate formations, spiritual treasures, and spiritual roots belonging to the great powers of the Witch-Demon era within Mount Buzhou.

Only after doing all this did the Heavenly Dao feel slightly at ease.

In the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, as long as no specific great power or divine being went to draw upon the fortune, and without the guidance of heavenly secrets, this Pixiu would never find those core opportunities that the Heavenly Dao had deliberately hidden, even if he wandered Mount Buzhou for a dozen epochs.

On the other side, Tianlu, who was lying on a cloud, keenly sensed that the oppressive aura of the Heavenly Punishment above his head had completely vanished.

He glanced back, and upon discovering that Hongjun was not continuing to pursue him, he let out a long sigh of relief.

It seems my guess was right. This status as a favorite of the Great Dao is simply a "get out of jail free" card in the Primordial World.

Tianlu rubbed his chin, a smug smile spreading across his lips.

Even someone like Hongjun, a future Dao Ancestor and the designated spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao, dared not lay a hand on him.

As long as he didn't act rashly and attack the other party first, they would never dare to retaliate.

Back at West Kunlun, the reason Queen Mother of the West, Yang Hui, had suffered a backlash was because she had harbored malice toward him first and initiated an attack, thereby triggering the passive punishment of the Great Dao's favorite.

Having figured this out, Tianlu was completely free of worries.

Since neither Hongjun nor the Heavenly Dao could do anything to him, wouldn't the vastness of the Primordial World be his to roam as he pleased?

He stretched comfortably, his eyes burning as he stared at the towering, sacred mountain ahead that connected heaven and earth, radiating an ancient and wild aura.

Mount Buzhou, formed from the spine of the Great God Pangu, the number one sacred mountain of the Primordial World—he was certain it held great opportunities.

Long years passed, a thousand years in the blink of an eye.

Tianlu, stepping on the mid-grade innate spiritual treasure cloud he had refined on a whim, traveled leisurely through the vast sea of clouds until he finally arrived at this towering sacred mountain that connected heaven and earth.

The moment he stepped into the territory of Mount Buzhou, a vast, eternal, and desolate pressure from Pangu rushed toward him like an invisible ocean.

This pressure originated from the Great God Pangu who had split the heavens and earth, carrying a supreme majesty that overlooked the ages and suppressed the primordial chaos.

At the beginning of the creation, even Golden Immortals of the Origin and Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals of the Origin could hardly stand firm under this pure will of creation.

By the time of the Dragon-Han First Tribulation, powerhouses at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal level could barely withstand the pressure to set foot upon it.

And by the time of the future Witch-Demon Tribulation, even Primordial Unity Golden Immortals would be able to walk freely within Mount Buzhou.

Now, as Tianlu felt this pressure, he clearly noticed that it had weakened significantly compared to the legends.

He did not know the reason; perhaps as time passed, Pangu's will was gradually merging with the Primordial earth, or perhaps the Heavenly Dao was subtly eroding the traces of Pangu.

Tianlu didn't care about that; regardless of the strength of the pressure, as long as it didn't hinder his treasure hunting, it was fine.

He lowered his cloud on the outskirts of Mount Buzhou and officially began his treasure-hunting journey.

Along the way, Tianlu swaggered through various mountain peaks.

He discovered that in the outer and middle regions of Mount Buzhou, he did not see many great powers at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal level occupying the mountains as kings.

The creatures who had set up camp here were mostly at the Golden Immortal level; although there were some Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, they were, after all, in the minority.

When they saw this miraculous Pixiu—neither ox nor tiger, with two horns on its head—drifting over their territory, these self-proclaimed mountain kings originally wanted to jump out and block his path, putting on the airs of local tyrants to demand a toll.

Before they could even open their mouths, the mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal pressure radiating from Tianlu left those Golden Immortals and Primordial Unity Golden Immortals trembling in terror.

Cold sweat broke out all over them, and the harsh words on the tips of their tongues were swallowed back down. They hurriedly lowered their heads and prostrated themselves, letting Tianlu swagger past their airspace.

Tianlu looked down at the scene below, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The number of Primordial Unity Golden Immortals in this Mount Buzhou was far greater than anywhere outside of it.

It was truly worthy of being the number one sacred mountain of the Primordial World.

Although, according to common logic, it would take until the Witch-Demon era for Primordial Unity Golden Immortals to truly ignore the pressure and set foot on Mount Buzhou, in reality, after the end of the Dao-Devil War in the West, the earth veins of the Primordial World had been damaged, and the Pangu pressure of Mount Buzhou had already begun to gradually recede.

At the level of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, one could already establish a dojo and cultivate in seclusion among the foothills and outer ranges of Mount Buzhou.

At this moment, Tianlu gathered his focus and began to wander through the vast, boundless expanse of the Mount Buzhou range, searching with all his might for opportunities.

Relying on his innate divine ability—which granted him far greater fortune than others—as well as an instinctive intuition for treasures, Tianlu did indeed find some good things over the next ten thousand years.

He wove through hidden valleys and cliffs, discovering quite a few low-grade innate spiritual roots and unearthing several low-grade innate spiritual treasures from fragmented innate formations.

However, as time passed, Tianlu gradually began to sense that something was wrong.

Mount Buzhou was the majestic manifestation of Pangu's spine and the center where the fortune of the Primordial World converged; it would be one thing if the opportunities here were inferior to those of Kunlun Mountain.

But why did it now take him at least a thousand years just to find the most ordinary low-grade innate spiritual root?!

This was absolutely abnormal; he had definitely been set up!

Tianlu hovered above a mountain peak, rubbing his chin with a furrowed brow.

As the laws of fortune he commanded flowed faintly, he immediately detected a subtle, rigid trace within the world.

After pondering for only a moment, Tianlu guessed the culprit behind this scheme.

In this Primordial World, the only one capable of such heaven-defying means—silently obscuring all the opportunities of Mount Buzhou—was likely the Heavenly Dao itself.

Even his own perception of fortune, as a favorite of the Great Dao, had been blinded.

The Heavenly Dao must have resorted to such underhanded tactics to prevent him from finding core opportunities tied to the grand trends of the Primordial World, fearing he would disrupt the destined future by sealing away and masking all the top-tier spiritual treasures and supreme formations with the laws of the Heavenly Dao.