Primordial Gourd Vine

Primordial World.

Suddenly, the heavens and earth changed color, and trillions of laws resonated in brilliance.

A vast and ancient voice descended from beyond the thirty-three heavens, piercing through the myriad worlds and striking directly into the depths of every living creature's soul:

"I am Hongjun, and I have now attained the Dao. In one hundred years, I shall expound upon the Great Dao at the Purple Cloud Palace in the depths of chaos. All beings of the three realms and six paths who possess the affinity may come to listen."

As the words faded, heavenly flowers rained down and golden lotuses surged from the earth.

A majestic golden light of merit descended, and purple clouds stretched across the east for three hundred million miles, shrouding the entire Primordial World.

All the races of the Primordial World prostrated themselves, knowing that the greatest opportunity in heaven and earth had arrived.

Yang Xuan listened in a daze, four words struggling to surface in his mind.

Hongjun merges with the Dao!!

So I really was reborn in the Primordial World, but why did you turn me into the Primordial Gourd Vine!

That's right, the very same Primordial Gourd Vine that would be carved up by the sages after Hongjun's second sermon.

Listen to the sermon, listen to the sermon!

At least let me move!

He looked down, if a vine could even be said to have a head.

On a single vine, seven gourd flowers of seven different colors grew along the winding stems.

Most peculiar of all, each gourd flower was surrounded by layers of chaotic energy, gestating seven different divine abilities.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

In his past life, he was just an ordinary office worker who had gone to an antique market during his annual leave to clear his head, buying this red-skinned gourd from a vendor on a whim.

The vendor claimed it was an old item from the end of the Qing Dynasty, and it had cost him eight hundred.

He had just listened, not taking the joke seriously, and bought it simply because it caught his eye.

Who could have guessed that on the day of the car accident, blood would drip from his forehead and seep into the patterns of the gourd.

Then, a flash of light, and the world spun.

When he woke up, he had become a vine on Mount Buzhou.

His consciousness had been chaotic for who knows how long, and he had lost count of how many suns had risen and moons had set. It was only today, with Hongjun merging with the Dao and the heavens and earth reacting, that the majestic power of creation washed over the beings of the myriad worlds, allowing him to break through the chaos and recover the memories of his past life.

I'm doomed!

Yang Xuan wailed in his heart.

In his past life, he was a veteran bookworm who had read his fair share of Primordial World novels.

He knew the fate of the Primordial Gourd Vine better than anyone.

This spiritual root was born on Mount Buzhou, which was formed from the spine of Pangu. It took root upon the backbone of heaven and earth, absorbing chaotic energy and primordial spiritual energy, gestating for who knows how many eons.

As one of the ten great primordial chaotic spiritual roots, its reputation was loud, but the life of this gourd vine was truly not good.

According to the standard Primordial World plot, it would bloom during the first sermon.

It would bear fruit during the second sermon.

Seven gourds of different colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet—each one a primordial spiritual treasure.

And then, that was it.

The seven gourds were carved up completely by the seven most powerful figures of the time.

The remaining vine was even more miserable; it was taken by Nuwa to be refined into a supreme treasure used to mold clay and create humans.

Later on, this vine transformed into a treasure of the human race, eventually becoming the 'Creation-Making Vine'. In the end, it was nothing more than a tool.

From beginning to end, it didn't even leave behind a name.

It was only known as the Primordial Gourd Vine.

Or the Innate One-Qi Vine.

A dignified one of the ten great chaotic spiritual roots, and it didn't even have a formal title.

I am not reconciled!

A fire of indignation burned in Yang Xuan's heart.

He was, at the very least, a primordial chaotic spiritual root, planted on Mount Buzhou and blessed by heaven. Why should he be picked for his fruit and dismantled for his body?

But then again, what else could he do?

Stay planted in the dirt and wait to achieve a positive result?

"Sigh—"

A sigh, carrying thirty percent helplessness, thirty percent unwillingness, forty percent confusion about the future, and ninety percent blankness.

It was too complex to describe.

"Ding!"

Just then, a cold, mechanical voice exploded deep within his consciousness without warning.

"Host consciousness return detected. Heavens Chat Group invitation has been delivered."

"Do you wish to join?"

Yang Xuan's gaze froze, and his heart gave a violent jolt.

The Heavens Chat Group had arrived!

The sky had cleared!

The Heavens Group connected the myriad worlds, where billions of Ganges-sand worlds intertwined and converged, and the chosen ones from every path gathered together.

In countless novels, the protagonist relied on this golden finger to exchange for cultivation techniques, trade resources, borrow strength to strike, and step by step reach the pinnacle.

He took a deep breath.

If a vine could breathe, that is.

"Yes!"

Yang Xuan did not hesitate in the slightest.

The mysterious voice resonated in his heart once more:

"Please set your nickname."

Yang Xuan pondered for a moment.

Having read so many chat group novels in his past life, he knew clearly that such groups usually had a group owner or administrator who was also a transmigrator, aware of the various world plots.

If he used his real name or exposed his true identity, allowing others to guess his background, the loss would outweigh the gain.

As the thought arose, a name surfaced in his mind.

"Immortal."

The moment the thought settled, a semi-transparent light screen appeared out of thin air before him.

'Immortal' has joined the group!

Xiao Yan: Welcome, newcomer!

Sun Wukong: Welcome, newcomer!

Huang Rong: Welcome, newcomer!

Zhang Sanfeng: Welcome, newcomer!

Yang Xuan did not pay attention immediately.

He might not have eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run. He skillfully used his consciousness to tap the interface that seemed familiar yet strange.

Group functions.

Member list.

Group announcements.

Group archives.

There were not many functions; one could even say it was crude.

But Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief instead.

The simpler the functions, the newer the group. The earlier he entered, the more room he had to maneuver.

He first took a look at the member list. Including himself, there were six people in total.

At the very top was the group owner.

Group owner nickname: Senior-Year Powerhouse.

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes.

Senior-Year Powerhouse?

Was it a senior year of cultivation, or a senior year of high martial arts?

Looking at the remaining four names, the corners of Yang Xuan's mouth curled upward slightly.

Interesting.

This configuration was the top-tier lineup of the web novel world.

However, because the world versions differed, the upper and lower limits of their strength were worlds apart.

Yang Xuan opened the group archives and quickly scanned through the public information inside.

Yang Xuan's gaze swept over the member list one by one.

Xiao Yan—Battle Through the Heavens, the originator of the underdog's counterattack.

Sun Wukong—The Great Sage Equal to Heaven he was most familiar with, though he did not know which version it was.

Huang Rong—Huang Rong? The one from The Legend of the Condor Heroes?

Zhang Sanfeng—Founder of Wudang, Grandmaster of Taiji.

Plus, the group leader's identity was unknown, and their depth was unfathomable.

Yang Xuan frowned slightly.

This lineup... to be honest, it was too weak.

He was currently at the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm. In the Primordial World, a Celestial Immortal was nothing; in front of those powerhouses, he wasn't even fit to carry their shoes.

Yet, in front of these people, the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm was the heavens themselves.

Xiao Yan probably didn't even count as a Dou Zhe yet and was still learning alchemy from Yao Lao.

No matter how high Huang Rong's martial arts were, she was still just a mortal.

Zhang Sanfeng had lived for over a hundred years and possessed deep internal energy, but he had ultimately not transcended the realm of mortals.

As for Sun Wukong... Yang Xuan tapped on his profile to take a look, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Dragon Ball Super?"

Yang Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

The Sun Wukong from the Dragon Ball world was not someone to mess with.

Super Saiyan five, six, seven, eight, nine, Ultra Instinct—by the later stages, he could shatter the universe with a punch, and his combat power index was explosive.

If this Sun Wukong had already grown to that late stage, then he, at the perfection of the Celestial Immortal realm, would be nothing more than a little brother in front of him.

But then Yang Xuan had a second thought: that wasn't right.

If Sun Wukong had already reached that level, it was impossible for the group to only have these few people.

He opened Sun Wukong's group profile and read it carefully once more.

The information was very simple: Sun Wukong, male, from Universe 7, Earth.

There was no specific combat power value, and no timeline.

"Universe 7..."

Yang Xuan muttered to himself, a guess forming in his mind.

If it were the Dragon Ball Super timeline, then Sun Wukong's starting point was indeed not high.

The peak of the Celestial Immortal realm, placed in the Dragon Ball world, would at least be at the level of Frieza on Namek.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan felt slightly more at ease.

He looked again at the group leader, "Senior-Year Powerhouse"—the profile was completely blank, not even stating which world they were from.

Yang Xuan placed a big question mark over this person.

However, he was in no rush to investigate further.

The most important thing right now was to establish authority in the group and gain a voice.

Yang Xuan glanced at the message history on the screen.

Xiao Yan: Welcome, newcomer!

Sun Wukong: Welcome, newcomer! This character "Immortal" is such an imposing name!

Miss Huang: Newcomer, how about a photo? Let us see what an Immortal looks like.

Zhang Sanfeng: Fellow Daoist, your name suggests you are a true practitioner of the Way. I am Zhang Sanfeng, greetings.

Yang Xuan pondered for a moment, then slowly typed out a line.

Immortal: This object is quite interesting, actually capable of spanning the heavens and myriad worlds, allowing those in different times and spaces to gather together.

Xiao Yan: The big shot has spoken! This tone, this aura!

Xiao Yan: Are you really an Immortal? What is your cultivation realm?

Sun Wukong: Immortal? Is that for real? Are you stronger than King Kai?

Miss Huang: That's right, just like the group leader said. We are located in different times and spaces, not in the same world.

Immortal: The group leader? I observe that the wonder of this group lies in connecting the myriad worlds and breaking through the barriers of time and space.

Immortal: As for the realm that young friend Xiao Yan asked about... I have cultivated for three thousand years, and now I am only at the perfection of the Celestial Immortal realm; it is not worth mentioning.

As soon as this sentence appeared, the group went instantly silent.