Companion Spirit Treasure

Bai Ze lay quietly before the stone wall carved with mysterious patterns.

Dense Primordial Spiritual Qi turned into a mist as tangible as white fog, constantly swirling around his nose and mouth.

While comprehending the Primordial Concealment Formation, he instinctively continued breathing in and out Primordial Spiritual Qi according to the cultivation methods in his bloodline memories, tempering his bloodline.

According to his bloodline memories, cultivation through Force-Proving Dao could be divided into four stages: Awakening Spirit, True Form, Tracing Origin, and Limitless.

Awakening Spirit, as its name implied, meant awakening from ignorance and gaining the ability to think independently. As an Innate Divine, he had skipped this stage the moment he was born.

True Form involved cultivating Primordial Spiritual Qi and devouring Heavenly Treasures to temper one's bloodline and strengthen the physical body, ultimately condensing a True Form, similar to Heaven-and-Earth Manifestation.

Tracing Origin involved comprehending the laws of the Great Dao, gathering the Three Flowers, condensing a Dao Fruit, and achieving the body of a Chaos Demon God.

Limitless was the level of Pangu. Even his bloodline memories held only scattered fragments regarding it.

These four stages were both cultivation realms and a simple distinction along the path of cultivation.

A hundred years had now passed, and the mysterious patterns of the Primordial Concealment Formation gradually faded away as he finished comprehending the Dao essence within them.

His aura had also nearly vanished, as though he had fused with heaven and earth, utterly inconspicuous.

He had also made progress within the True Form stage.

His body was several times larger than it had been a hundred years ago, standing several meters tall. Dense Primordial Spiritual Qi surrounded him, while the snow-white lion's mane beneath his dragon head moved without wind, exuding natural majesty.

He slowly rose. The blue gemstone on his forehead flashed, and his body swiftly shrank until it was only ten feet tall.

Freely controlling one's size was an important sign of officially entering the True Form stage.

Bai Ze opened his azure eyes, sensed the stirring deep within his bloodline, then raised a paw and fiercely struck the stone platform from which he had been born.

"Buzz—"

A dull clang of metal rang out, as though he had struck an Innate Spirit Treasure.

Looking at the fur on his paw stained red with blood, he furrowed his brow.

"Could it be that, because Kunlun Mountain was formed from Pangu's spine, even these stones have become incomparably hard?"

He pondered in secret. In the next instant, the wound on his paw had already healed.

Bai Ze stroked the white beard beneath his chin and examined the sturdy stone platform. An idea immediately came to him.

This was where I was born. I never expected it to be so sturdy, comparable to a defensive Lingbao. Wouldn't it be a waste to abandon it?

"I happen to be lacking a handy weapon!"

The blue gemstone on his forehead flashed with blue light. Countless streams of Primordial Spiritual Qi enveloped the stone platform, and in the next moment, his body abruptly enlarged as he opened his great mouth, intending to refine it.

Just then, an inexplicable ripple came from the stone platform. Suddenly, it trembled, instantly broke free of the spiritual qi's enclosure, and shot toward his face.

His expression tightened, and he hurriedly swung a paw to block it. Yet the stone platform was like a phantom, passing through his paw and entering his primordial spirit directly.

For a moment, he stood there in a daze.

Yet the devastating injury he had expected never came. Instead, an extremely familiar sensation surged into his heart.

After a long while, he removed the stone platform, now shed of its stone womb, from between his brows. Excitement flashed through his eyes.

"So this thing is actually my Companion Spirit Treasure—the Fate Compass."

The Lingbao was roughly palm-sized, square on the outside and round within. Its center was filled with fine silver sand, while profound Inscriptive Runes were carved all around it.

Its function was quite simple: it could divine fortune and misfortune, and sense blessings and calamities.

"No wonder the original Bai Ze was clearly not skilled in combat, yet still managed to attain the position of Demon Master. With this Companion Spirit Treasure, as long as I want to keep a low profile until the end of time, there won't be a problem. It's simply the perfect choice for securing my life and developing steadily!"

Bai Ze rubbed the goatee beneath his chin. A sharp gleam flashed through his eyes as a thought arose in his heart.

"Can I obtain the Creation Jade Butterfly?"

As the thought crossed his mind, an image formed from grains of sand slowly emerged at the center of the Fate Compass.

A four-legged creature was crushed to death with a single finger by a humanoid creature.

Seeing this, Bai Ze's face fell. It seemed the position of Dao Ancestor was not destined for him.

He then asked, "Can I obtain the God-Slaying Spear?"

In the next moment, the flowing sand at the center of the Fate Compass slowly formed another image.

A figure thrust out a spear, piercing through the four-legged creature representing him and instantly blasting it into countless grains of silver sand.

Bai Ze's pupils suddenly contracted at the sight. Still shaken, he patted his chest.

"That Demon Ancestor is way too brutal!"

After the two divinations, he understood that the Creation Jade Butterfly and God-Slaying Spear had already fallen into the hands of Hongjun and Luohu. They were absolutely not things he could covet at his current strength.

Since that was the case, he could only settle for something lesser. The Primordial World was so vast and filled with so many treasures—there was no way everything was beyond his reach!

At the very least, according to his memories, Kunlun Mountain contained an ownerless Primordial Spiritual Root—the Huangzhong Plum!

It was said that the Huangzhong Plum ranked first among the ten great Primordial Spiritual Roots. It flowered once every thirty thousand years, bore fruit once every thirty thousand years, and ripened once every thirty thousand years, yielding nine fruits each time.

Anyone below the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm who consumed one could directly advance to the early Daluo Golden Immortal realm. It could also help the consumer comprehend the Five Elements Law and condense the Three Flowers.

For cultivators at the Daluo Golden Immortal realm and above, every fruit consumed could increase their cultivation by thirty thousand years. Its pit also contained the Origin Source of primordial wood. After refining it, one could obtain a physique compatible with Chaos Spiritual Roots.

Most importantly, the laws contained within this spiritual root were said to be connected to Pangu's Force Law!

However, precisely because its effects were so powerful, it could only be consumed three times in one's lifetime. Consuming more carried the risk of being assimilated by the laws of the Great Dao.

Even so, it remained a supreme treasure sought after by countless cultivators, who scrambled to obtain it.

Yet because Heavenly Treasures were born with spirituality and could only be obtained by those fated for them, this Primordial Spiritual Root, whose value far surpassed the Peach Tree and Ginseng Fruit Tree, was known by name to most but rarely seen in person.

There were even rumors that it was "born beyond the mysterious yellow, not within heaven and earth."

"For me, this can complete the accumulation needed for True Form in a short time and lay a foundation of laws for entering the Tracing Origin realm. It is undoubtedly the best choice!"

However, as far as he knew, this spiritual root grew at Qilin Cliff on Kunlun Mountain. It was later controlled by Venerable Yuanshi, and first appeared when the Chan Sect was established.

Bai Ze looked at the Fate Compass and silently recited in his heart, Can I obtain the Huangzhong Plum?

In the next moment, countless grains of silver sand within the compass leaped about, forming an image.

On a cliff somewhere upon a divine mountain that reached from heaven to earth, he was crouched beneath a towering ancient tree, holding a fruit in his arms.

Beside him stood three blurry figures and an enormous rat.

Three people? A rat?

Bai Ze froze slightly, utterly confused.

If this thing already had an owner, the image should have shown him being directly erased. But now...

"What does this mean?"

"Did I get caught stealing the fruit?"