The Inheritance Finally Emerges (Please Keep Reading)

Xiao Yan: !!!!!!!!!!

Xiao Yan was the first to react, sending a long string of exclamation marks.

Immortal Senior had disappeared from the group for twenty-seven years. Now that he had sent a message after so long, one could imagine how excited Xiao Yan was.

Without Immortal Senior's Great Burning Heaven Chapter, his path of cultivation would never have gone so smoothly.

Xiao Yan: Immortal Senior is online!!!

Xiao Yan sent three messages in a row, pouring out his excitement.

This was followed by the other group members' confusion over the news.

Luo Ji was quick to follow.

Luo Ji: "Yan, Immortal Senior has been gone for decades, and many newcomers have joined the group. They probably don't know him yet. Yan, introduce him to them."

Without another word, Xiao Yan began boasting.

He recounted everything Yang Xuan had done before, adding plenty of embellishment.

From improving new cultivation techniques as benefits for new group members to resolving crises in various worlds and helping members overcome their hardships.

The old members who had interacted with Yang Xuan—Huang Rong, Sun Wukong, Zhang Sanfeng, and Bai Suzhen—all spoke up to confirm that Xiao Yan had not uttered a single false word.

Xiao Yan: Without Immortal Senior, there would be no big family like ours today!

Seeing this, Yang Xuan could not help but smile faintly.

It seemed that giving away those three cultivation techniques as benefits had been the right choice. Otherwise, who would still remember a deep-sea lurker like him?

"Everyone, the Heavens Marketplace has opened. The specific rules and functions will be announced gradually by the group owner and the chat group."

Yang Xuan sent one final message to the group. "I have important matters to attend to and cannot chat for long. Explore it yourselves."

After the message was sent, the group erupted once more.

After reading it, Yang Xuan said nothing further and silently closed the group chat.

He was currently in the chaos beyond the Purple Cloud Palace after the lecture, traveling with Red Cloud and Zhen Yuanzi. It was not convenient for him to be distracted.

There would be plenty of time to contact the group again after returning to the Primordial World.

"Fellow Daoist Yan Zhen, the boundary of chaos lies ahead."

Red Cloud suddenly spoke.

Yang Xuan looked up and saw a gleam of light appearing within the gray chaos in the distance. It was the entrance to the Primordial World, the boundary between heaven and earth.

Through that ray of light stretching across heaven and earth, he could vaguely see the countless sights outside: blue skies, white clouds, mountains, rivers.

Red Cloud urged the cloud onward, flying toward the light.

The instant they passed through the boundary of chaos, a familiar aura washed over them.

The primordial spiritual energy of the Primordial World was far gentler and more welcoming than chaotic energy.

The cloud burst out of chaos and entered the heavens and earth of the Primordial World.

Below lay a vast expanse of land. Endless mountain ranges stretched into the distance, while a great river rushed nearby, white as a colossal python weaving and leaping across the earth.

Yang Xuan let out a long breath, and a long-lost sense of familiarity rose within him.

"We're finally back."

Red Cloud stretched lazily as well. "After spending who knows how many years in chaos, the Primordial World is still more comfortable."

Zhen Yuanzi checked their direction and said to Yang Xuan, "Fellow Daoist Yan Zhen, Mount Buzhou is not far from here. If you are returning to Mount Buzhou, Red Cloud and I can give you another ride."

Yang Xuan shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoists, but you have already taken great care of me. How could I trouble you further?"

Great favors could turn into resentment. One had to know when to stop accepting kindness, and besides, this debt of gratitude would have to be repaid someday.

Zhen Yuanzi nodded. "Then let us part here. If you have leisure in the future, you may visit Five Villages Temple. Red Cloud and I cultivate there year-round and will welcome you at any time."

Yang Xuan smiled and cupped his hands. "Then I will gladly accept. Once I have achieved something in cultivation, I will certainly come visit!"

Zhen Yuanzi took out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it to Yang Xuan. "This contains the directional formation map of Five Villages Temple. With this jade slip, Fellow Daoist will be able to find it."

Yang Xuan accepted the jade slip and solemnly tucked it into his sleeve.

Five Villages Temple, the abode of the ancestor of Earth Immortals, contained the Ginseng Fruit Tree and Zhen Yuanzi's orthodox inheritance.

Receiving such an invitation was also proof of Red Cloud and Zhen Yuanzi's recognition of him.

He would remember this good fortune.

"Until we meet again."

"Until we meet again."

A seven-colored halo appeared beneath Yang Xuan's feet, transforming into a streak of azure light that flew toward the depths of Mount Buzhou.

Red Cloud watched the departing azure light and sighed. "This Fellow Daoist Yan Zhen may seem to have low cultivation, but he gives off an unfathomable feeling. Zhen Yuanzi, what do you think his background really is?"

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head. "I cannot see through him either. But his foundation is indeed that of a primordial spiritual root; there can be no mistake about that. As for why he has earned the favor of the Queen Mother of the West, perhaps only he himself knows."

"Forget it."

Red Cloud smiled. "I find him quite agreeable. There is no harm in making friends with him."

Zhen Yuanzi glanced at Red Cloud, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

He had wanted to remind Red Cloud not to trust others too easily, but on second thought, Red Cloud had made many friends over the years and offended many people as well. Yet his instincts about others had always been eerily accurate.

Since Red Cloud said Yang Xuan was agreeable, then so be it.

"Let's go. Back to Five Villages Temple."

Zhen Yuanzi said.

Red Cloud nodded and urged the red cloud toward Five Villages Temple.

The two figures vanished beyond the horizon.

Yang Xuan transformed into a streak of azure light, crossing mountains and valleys as he headed toward the depths of Mount Buzhou.

The closer he came to Mount Buzhou, the denser the chaotic energy between heaven and earth became. Even the primordial spiritual energy carried a heavy, ancient aura.

After flying for an unknown length of time, passing through layers of primordial restrictions and relying on his connection to his true body, he finally reentered the depths of Mount Buzhou.

The gourd vine that pierced heaven and earth finally appeared in Yang Xuan's sight once more.

The seven main vines wound like mountain ridges, descending from the mountaintop and plunging into the depths of the sea of clouds. Golden creation patterns on their surfaces flickered under the wash of chaotic energy, like the pulse of the earth.

Seven gourd flowers hung from the ends of the vines—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet. Their seven-colored radiance reflected one another, dyeing the skies for thousands of miles around into a sea of seven-colored auspicious clouds.

Treasure light flowed from the centers of the flowers. Divine abilities were being nurtured there, laws taking shape. After ten thousand years of nourishment, they had grown several times larger than when Yang Xuan had left, faintly showing signs of ripening and falling.

Yang Xuan descended at the roots of the vine and sat cross-legged.

His incarnation had been born from the Nine Heavens Breath Soil beneath his true body. There was no need to deliberately merge now; his primordial spirit naturally sank back into his true body like flowing water returning to the sea.

In an instant, vast laws surged out from within the vine.

Nearly ten thousand years of accumulation—or rather, the sedimentation of who knew how many epochs since he had been reborn as the Primordial Gourd Vine.

Now, with a Golden Immortal-level primordial spirit taking command, his foundation and comprehension of the Great Dao collided with a roar.

The laws that had long slumbered within the vine, unable to be fully absorbed due to insufficient realm and insight, now began to awaken in full because his strength was sufficient.

The trembling of the laws made the space around the vine ripple outward in endless rings like water.

All seven main vines erupted with blinding light at once. The golden creation patterns extended and intertwined, weaving profound Dao diagrams across the surface of the vines.

The seven gourd flowers swayed wildly, their seven-colored lights intertwining into a pillar of rainbow light that shot into the sky, pierced the sea of clouds, and plunged into chaos.

Yang Xuan's primordial spirit shook violently in the depths of the vine.

Memory fragments from countless epochs surged toward him like a tidal wave.

At the beginning of heaven and earth, Pangu's spine became Mount Buzhou, while a single gourd seed drifted from chaos and took root among the rocks atop the mountain.

The first wisp of chaotic energy was absorbed by its roots. The first tender shoot broke through stone. The first vine unfurled in the wind.

As the sun and moon alternated and the stars turned, the gourd vine grew silently, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.

A realization rose in Yang Xuan's heart.

Boom!

A layer of mist that had shrouded his primordial spirit.

As his early Golden Immortal cultivation began to rise—peak early Golden Immortal, middle Golden Immortal, peak middle Golden Immortal, late Golden Immortal!!

Chaotic spiritual energy surged through the vines like an endless sea of rivers. His divine sense spread outward, instantly covering all of Mount Buzhou and millions of miles of the Primordial World.

He could even vaguely sense the direction of Kunlun Mountain!

Within the Queen Mother of the West's abode, that supremely yin and gentle aura stirred faintly, as though greeting him.

At that moment, an ancient, vast voice suddenly rang out in Yang Xuan's mind.

It came from the deepest part of the vine, from the innate inheritance formed at the beginning of creation.

"Primordial Gourd Vine, the lingering resonance of Pangu's bloodline, descendant of the chaotic spiritual roots. Born on Mount Buzhou, grown in chaos. Seven children, seven divine abilities; one vine, one creation."