The Sacred Seeks Opportunity, Pixiu Devours the Yellow Middle

At this moment.

Duke of the East, lying in a deep crater in the earth, was in a state of utter misery.

His unbalanced Pure Yang mana rampaged through his body, causing him to writhe in agony within the pit.

"The pain is unbearable!"

Duke of the East's face was twisted, his eyes bloodshot, and his heart filled with endless confusion.

He could not fathom why, as a mighty Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the mid-stage, his mana had suddenly spiraled out of control at the most critical moment of his spellcasting.

Just as he was filled with confusion and wailing in pain.

Above the firmament, the previously clear sky was instantly shrouded in endless purple-black tribulation clouds.

A suffocating pressure from the Heavenly Dao descended with a roar, targeting Duke of the East in the crater.

It was the Heavenly Dao's passive punishment for anyone who dared to harbor malice toward a Child of the Great Dao.

BOOM!

Before Duke of the East could even recover his senses, a bolt of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning as thick as a water barrel tore through the sky and struck him directly.

"AH!"

Duke of the East let out a heart-wrenching scream.

In the second before he lost consciousness completely, he used his last ounce of strength to let out a desperate and bewildered roar toward the heavens.

"The Heavenly Dao is unjust!"

"Why send down divine lightning to strike me?!"

To Duke of the East's roar, the Heavenly Dao would not answer the question of an ant.

After the punishment, the divine lightning vanished.

Meanwhile.

At the center of the Primordial World stood Mount Buzhou, formed from the spine of the great god Pangu.

It was shrouded year-round in dense innate spiritual energy and the pressure of Pangu, its mountain ranges stretching for trillions of miles.

On a certain mountainside of Mount Buzhou, a group of the Primordial World's top-tier mighty figures had gathered.

They were the sacred beings from Purple Heaven Palace: the Three Pure Ones, Di Jun, Taiyi, Nuwa, and Fuxi.

They were currently traversing Mount Buzhou, all seeking a supreme opportunity they had sensed in the dark.

The Three Pure Ones felt the sensation most strongly, yet they could not locate the source of the opportunity.

Shangqing Tongtian could not help but speak up.

"Eldest Brother, Second Brother, what is going on here?"

"We felt in our fates that the opportunity had arrived and was right here on Mount Buzhou."

"But why, after searching this million-mile radius several times over, have we not even seen a single strand of innate spiritual herb?"

One must know.

This was the majestic Mount Buzhou, the place with the deepest legacy of Pangu; how could there be no opportunity at all?!

The problem was that the three brothers clearly had an extremely strong intuition that the opportunity was within reach, yet it remained like a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water, impossible to grasp.

Not only the Three Pure Ones, but Di Jun, Taiyi, Nuwa, and Fuxi nearby were equally baffled, forced to wander the area like headless flies.

Following them in search of the opportunity were Zhun Ti and Jie Yin, who had come from the barren lands of the West to scavenge in the East.

The two watched the Three Pure Ones, Di Jun, and the others, their hearts filled with confusion.

"Senior Brother, what do you think the Three Pure Ones are up to?"

Zhun Ti asked, puzzled.

Jie Yin shook his head, his face drawn in a bitter expression.

"I do not know. Seeing how anxious they look, there must be a great opportunity emerging."

"Yet they wander back and forth in this area without finding anything; it is truly baffling."

The two observed in secret while searching everywhere, hoping to pick up scraps.

Suddenly, Zhun Ti tripped over his own feet; as a mighty Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, he actually stumbled over a protruding rock.

He steadied himself, about to flare up in anger, but as he lifted his gaze to the front, he froze.

Before him appeared an extremely strange, barren land.

There was not a shred of innate spiritual energy there, not even a single blade of ordinary grass; it was utterly desolate.

Zhun Ti and Jie Yin looked at each other, their faces full of astonishment.

"What is going on?"

"This is Mount Buzhou, the spine of the great god Pangu, the place with the richest creation in the Primordial World. How could there be such a godforsaken place?"

"Junior Brother, this place... how does it compare to our West?"

Jie Yin looked at the desolate expanse, unable to help but sigh, a trace of familiarity even stirring in his heart.

Zhun Ti's mouth twitched violently, and he shook his head.

"Forget it, it's irrelevant. A barren place like this could never hold any opportunities. We had better continue keeping an eye on the Three Pure Ones."

The two retracted their gazes and continued to sneakily monitor the movements of the Three Pure Ones.

Meanwhile.

High above the firmament.

Having returned to the Primordial World from the land of chaos and arrived at Mount Buzhou, Tianlu was lying leisurely upon his mid-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure, the Cloud Treasure.

Upon reaching Mount Buzhou, Tianlu lowered his eyes, gazing down at Nuwa, the Three Pure Ones, and the others who were wandering about aimlessly with bewildered expressions.

Watching these future high-and-mighty Sages of the Primordial World acting like mortals lost in a maze, frantic and exhausted as they searched for the fated Xiantian Gourd Vine, he felt a sense of irony.

Tianlu remained silent for a moment, muttering to himself in his heart.

What is going on?

These fellows are the ones fated to receive these opportunities; how could they possibly not find them?

Even if Mount Buzhou is vast, they should have sensed some clues by now.

Uh...

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Tianlu's mind, and he recalled an old affair from back then.

When he had been searching for opportunities at Mount Buzhou with Nuwa and Fuxi, he had previously flipped the table so recklessly that he had enraged the Heavenly Dao.

To prevent him from continuing his destruction, the Heavenly Dao had secretly used the power of the Heavenly Dao to obscure the opportunities and set a trap for him.

It was only because the Heavenly Dao was forced into a corner that it finally pointed him toward the opportunities of the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin and the Five-Colored Stone.

"I reckon the power of the trap set by that old schemer, the Heavenly Dao, still hasn't dissipated."

Tianlu chuckled inwardly.

The power of the Heavenly Dao is vast; once it obscures the heavenly secrets, even those fated to receive them would likely need to spend long, arduous ages peeling back the fog to find them, even if they could sense the existence of the opportunity.

Thinking of this, Tianlu stopped worrying.

In any case, when the Xiantian Gourd Vine emerges, it will surely bloom with radiant light and soaring fortune; it cannot be hidden.

When the time comes, he will simply go and snatch—no, go and take his own share.

Afterward, Tianlu rolled over lazily on the Cloud Treasure, finding a comfortable position to lie in.

With a slight shift of his thoughts, he communicated with the space within his belly.

With a flash of golden light, a fruit radiating a dense aura of creation, with the Dao runes for "Huangzhong" inscribed upon its surface, appeared in his claw.

It was none other than the Huangzhong Plum, one of the ten supreme Xiantian Spiritual Roots of the Primordial World.

"Crunch!"

Tianlu opened his large mouth and took a bite.

Sweet juice flowed down his throat, transforming into a surging torrent of Xiantian spiritual energy that exploded within his body.

Immediately following, his innate divine ability to swallow the Law of Merit activated automatically, gradually storing the energy within the space in his body specifically reserved for the Law of Merit.

Eating the fruit of a supreme Xiantian Spiritual Root not only enhances one's own foundation but also allows one to obtain the Law of Merit for free.

Such a wonderful thing is something only he, the darling of the Great Dao, can achieve in the entire Primordial World.

One, two, three...

Until the thirtieth Huangzhong Plum was swallowed into Tianlu's belly as if they were nothing more than candy.