Tianlu: Heavenly Dao Set the Board? I'll Flip the Table!

Tianlu felt quite helpless in the face of Heavenly Dao's shameless tactics.

After all, Heavenly Dao governed the operation of the rules. If it was determined to hide something, he truly could not dig it out anytime soon.

After thinking it over, he decided to let it go if he could not find it.

As it happened, he had wandered the Primordial World for so many years without even a proper place to settle down and cultivate. Perhaps he should find a patch of blessed land on Mount Buzhou and establish a dojo of his own?

But Tianlu had never been one to suffer losses.

Since Heavenly Dao dared to trip him up in secret, it could not blame him for flipping the table.

A flash of inspiration struck Tianlu as he thought of the Primordial World's future course.

After several Tribulations, the future Primordial World would be shattered. Less than one-tenth of its Xiantian Spiritual Qi would remain, while Postnatal Spiritual Qi and Turbid Qi ran rampant in tangled profusion.

By then, let alone Xiantian Spiritual Roots, even the ordinary spiritual herbs that grew everywhere across Mount Buzhou's lands, stained with Xiantian Spiritual Qi, would become rare treasures that countless cultivators fought over.

Though this young master might not lack such flowers and grass right now, he absolutely could not afford to have none.

If Heavenly Dao was unjust, then he could not be blamed for being unrighteous.

As the saying went, when geese flew overhead, they left not even a feather behind; not a blade of grass remained.

Since the great opportunity had been hidden away, he would pack up and take every last thing displayed openly on Mount Buzhou.

Thus, Tianlu officially began his unrighteous rampage through Mount Buzhou.

He transformed into an enormous phantom that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, charging recklessly through the Mount Buzhou range.

Wherever he passed, he opened his gaping maw as though it could devour heaven and earth. His Innate Divine Ability, Strange Space in Belly, was driven to its limits, combining the mighty power of the Law of Devouring and the Law of Space to form terrifying black-hole vortices.

Spiritual herbs on the ground? Uproot them all, roots and all!

Towering ancient trees? Uproot them all, along with the spiritual soil around them.

In any case, as long as they were natural treasures within his sight, he mercilessly swallowed them all into his vast, boundless Abdominal Space.

Within his Abdominal Space, the Law of Creation and the Law of Devouring complemented each other. Those ordinary spiritual herbs and spiritual roots that had been swallowed inside—

Under the crushing force of space and the nourishment of Qi of Creation, they began undergoing miraculous transformations, turning the postnatal into the Xiantian and continuously raising their grades.

At this moment, Tianlu, a Pixiu that should have descended as an auspicious beast, had thoroughly transformed into the Primordial World's greatest locust.

Wherever he passed became barren wasteland. Not a blade of grass remained, and even the ground had been shaved three feet deep.

Although after countless ages, the underground spiritual veins would rely on the Primordial World's self-restorative power to once more breed life across the land—

For now, the Mount Buzhou range ravaged by Tianlu no longer possessed even a trace of the immortal grandeur befitting the Primordial World's foremost sacred mountain.

It was clearly nothing more than a series of pitted, bare desolate mountains!

Time flowed on, and a flick of the fingers spanned an age.

A hundred years passed in haste. Tianlu had spent a full century in the Mount Buzhou range, crazily harvesting grass, felling trees, and incidentally reaping spiritual roots.

Over those hundred years, his Abdominal Space had accumulated mountains and seas of resources. Though their grades were not high, their sheer quantity was enormous. After purification by the Law of Creation, they became an astonishing fortune.

Yet his bandit-like conduct finally enraged the living beings who had taken root and cultivated within the Mount Buzhou range.

Quite a few Taiyi Golden Immortals who had established dojos in these mountains watched helplessly as Tianlu behaved so outrageously, wantonly destroying the surrounding environment.

Especially when that Pixiu, utterly reckless and seemingly tired of living, actually ran to the entrance of their dojos and plundered the ornamental spiritual roots right before their eyes. Though those roots were not important for cultivation—

They were at least used to decorate their grounds. The Taiyi Golden Immortals were instantly consumed by fury.

At last, one mighty Taiyi Golden Immortal with a fiery temper could endure no longer.

With an enraged shout, his mana surged throughout his body. He brought forth a low-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure, which transformed into a dazzling divine radiance and blasted fiercely toward Tianlu, who was lowering his head to chew through a patch of spiritual bamboo.

Faced with that menacing strike, Tianlu did not even raise his head.

He merely snorted disdainfully, then violently lashed his thick tail, which resembled a divine whip.

In an instant, Tianlu's tail gathered the immense mana of a mid-stage Daluo Realm cultivator, perfectly merging the Law of Space and the Law of Strength.

It became a terrifying afterimage nearly impossible to see with the naked eye. Not only did it casually shatter the divine radiance, but it also immediately struck back with an even more formidable blow, carrying unstoppable force.

A thunderous boom rang out.

The Taiyi Golden Immortal who had attacked did not even have time to scream before that terrifying force sent him flying.

The protective divine radiance around him shattered with a crash. He vomited blood wildly, smashed through several mountain peaks, and suffered grievous injuries, his aura faint and feeble.

The other Taiyi Golden Immortals nearby, who had originally intended to join forces and attack, all sucked in sharp breaths when they saw this. Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

As the saying went, those who understood the times were the wise ones.

Facing a Daluo Realm cultivator who could crush them at will, those Taiyi Golden Immortals instantly put away all their anger and arrogance.

They shut their dojo gates tightly, activated their mountain-protecting formations, and all pretended to be deaf and mute, acting as though they had not seen Tianlu the Pixiu's banditry right outside their doors.

Yet deep within their sealed dojos, every one of those mighty cultivators cursed Tianlu madly in their hearts.

What the hell was that thing?

Weren't Pixiu supposed to be auspicious divine beasts that brought wealth and treasure?

How was this a divine beast?

It was clearly some peerless ferocious beast that had escaped from Chaos and entered the world.

Wherever it went, it did not leave behind even a clump of mud containing spiritual qi. It left nothing behind at all. It was practically a bandit!!

Though they cursed furiously within their hearts, not a single person dared to come out and provoke Tianlu again.

As time passed, Tianlu's deeds in the Mount Buzhou range were spread by word of mouth among living beings from all sides, rapidly becoming widely known.

Within the Mount Buzhou range stood a sacred mountain blessed by nature and shrouded in immortal qi, named Fengqi Mountain.

At the peak of Fengqi Mountain, two figures radiating vast Dao intent sat facing one another.

The two had also heard of Tianlu's extensive plundering throughout the Mount Buzhou range.

In particular, when they heard that the Pixiu had severely injured a Taiyi Golden Immortal with a single flick of his tail, deep interest rose in both their eyes.

The two then exchanged a glance and made the same decision at once.

They would go meet Tianlu, who had stirred such an uproar throughout the Primordial World.

Yet both shared the same doubt.

This was the time just after the Dragon-Han Calamity had ended, when the lingering prestige of the three clans remained. Though Mount Buzhou was vast—

A large portion of its territory had once belonged to the Qilin Clan, the imperial rulers of the Beast Clan.

Though the Qilin Clan had now declined and withdrawn from the Primordial World, a starved camel was still larger than a horse. The land still retained the Qilin Clan's lingering influence and spies.

Why did Tianlu dare to act so wantonly within the Qilin Clan's former territory?

Even if his true form was a Pixiu, and he could barely be considered a member of the Beast Clan, he could not act so arrogantly and leave no room for anyone, could he?

This was simply a slap in the face of every local living being.

The man clad in a black Daoist robe rose to his feet, gazed toward the distant mountain range that had been stripped completely bare, and spoke softly.

"Though this Pixiu acts as crudely as a bandit, his strength cannot be underestimated. To severely injure a Taiyi with a single strike, he is at least a Daluo Realm cultivator."

"Since he dares act this way in the Qilin Clan's former lands, he must have something to rely on. What do you say, shall we go meet him?"

The woman dressed in seven-colored robes of sunset light nodded slightly. A gentle smile appeared on her beautiful face as she replied softly.

"Brother is right. That is precisely what I was thinking."

"Since the war among the three clans, not a single Daluo Realm cultivator has wandered Mount Buzhou. This Pixiu may have come from beyond Mount Buzhou. We can take the chance to learn from him about the state of the world?"

As soon as her words fell, the two transformed into streams of light, one yin and one yang, and fled toward Tianlu's location.