Seizing the Opportunity, I Am Zhunti

The Primordial World.

Kong Xuan had tailed Dongwang Gong for a long time.

Finally, one day, Dongwang Gong, who had been searching for an opportunity, abruptly came to a stop!

He hovered above a seemingly empty stretch of sea. Astonishment first appeared on his face, then was replaced by uncontrollable ecstasy.

It was the excitement and exhilaration of finding a supreme treasure after searching for ten thousand years.

"Found it! I've finally found it! My opportunity!"

Dongwang Gong's voice trembled slightly with excitement. He suddenly raised a hand, and an ancient longsword as crimson as fire, radiating the righteous aura of pure yang, appeared in his palm—it was his companion spiritual treasure, the high-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure, the Pure Yang Sword!

Without the slightest hesitation.

Dongwang Gong madly poured all his mana into the Pure Yang Sword. The blade hummed, and its crimson sword light surged like a rising sun!

He viciously swung his sword at the seemingly empty void before him!

"Break!"

The sword light roared like a dragon, carrying sharpness capable of tearing through space and unrivaled pure yang power as it slashed down!

"Rip—!"

A tremendous sound rang out, like cloth being torn apart!

The tranquil space above the sea rippled violently like a mirror lake struck by a boulder, its waves spreading and shaking wildly!

At the point where the sword light landed, space was forcibly torn open like a curtain, creating a massive rift!

Endless Xiantian Spiritual Qi surged out of the rift like a burst dam, instantly filling heaven and earth. It refreshed the spirit and soothed the entire body.

As the spatial fluctuations gradually subsided, the scene beyond the rift finally appeared before Dongwang Gong.

Myriad rays of rosy light, countless streams of auspicious qi!

An Immortal Island so vast it defied imagination floated in the void. Immortal mountains towered upon it, spiritual waterfalls hung in the air, exotic flowers and precious herbs covered the ground, while jade towers and celestial palaces appeared faintly amid the scenery.

Dense Xiantian Spiritual Qi transformed into clouds and mist that coiled throughout the island. Dao rhythms arose naturally, revealing the grandeur of a supreme blessed land and heavenly grotto.

At the center of the island stood an enormous stone stele that reached into the sky. Two profound, ancient characters, flowing with Dao intent, could be clearly seen upon it:

Penglai.

"Penglai! My opportunity! Hahaha!"

Dongwang Gong could no longer suppress the ecstasy in his heart and burst into laughter, his voice piercing the clouds.

The cultivation ground he had painstakingly sought for ten thousand years had finally appeared before him!

The spiritual qi here was far denser, and the environment far more exceptional, than he had ever imagined!

Kong Xuan, who had been following him, was likewise deeply shaken by the sight.

Hidden within the void, he had witnessed the entire process of Dongwang Gong breaking the formation and revealing the Immortal Island.

It truly deserved to be the legendary Penglai Immortal Island!

Such a supreme blessed land, gathering the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth and the creation of the Primordial World—was it not precisely the foundation for a cultivation ground he had long dreamed of?!

The moment the Immortal Island appeared, its immense Xiantian Spiritual Qi, stable laws of heaven and earth, and flawless environmental arrangement all stirred Kong Xuan's heart.

This place surpassed every location he had seen before!

The urge to strike and kill Dongwang Gong, then seize the cultivation ground, rose within Kong Xuan like wildfire.

With his current strength, if he launched a sudden sneak attack and used the Seven-Colored Divine Light, he had an excellent chance of severely injuring or even killing Dongwang Gong in an instant!

Yet just as he was about to act on his killing intent, a warning suddenly rose in Kong Xuan's heart.

Something was wrong!

How could Dongwang Gong, a man of immense fortune favored by the Heavenly Dao and destined to become the Chief of Male Immortals, possibly lack a trump card to save his life?

If his strike failed, not only would he expose himself, he would immediately be drawn into a life-or-death conflict.

The risks of taking it by force were too great. A wise man would not do so.

In a flash, Kong Xuan's thoughts raced, and an exquisite scheme to frame another instantly took shape!

A cold smile of vengeful delight curled at his lips.

During the Investiture Era, had that Zhunti of the Western Religion not relied on the might of a Sage to suppress him with the Seven-Colored Treasure Tree and forcibly convert him?

That hatred was etched into his very bones!

Now was the perfect opportunity to repay him in kind!

In the Primordial World, aside from Kong Xuan himself, who else possessed the Seven-Colored Divine Light?

Only Zhunti's Seven-Treasure Wonderful Tree of the Western Region!

A chilling thrill coursed through his entire body.

With a thought from Kong Xuan, the light of the seven source tail feathers behind him flowed, and the Seven-Colored Divine Light abruptly detached, intertwining and gathering in the void.

The divine light twisted and shifted, eventually transforming into the phantom of a strange treasure tree. Its branches were gnarled, its body shone with treasure light, and seven-colored rosy radiance flowed from it. It hung above his head, emitting profound fluctuations somewhat similar to the aura of the Western Religion.

At the same time, Kong Xuan's face changed in an instant. His originally peerlessly handsome features became withered and weathered, filled with sorrow, as though he had endured countless hardships.

He murmured inwardly as he draped himself in the disguise, I am... Zhunti of the Western Religion!

At that moment, after his initial ecstasy, Dongwang Gong's heart was still surging. Just as he was preparing to use all his strength to break the final protective formation surrounding Penglai Immortal Island and completely claim this supreme cultivation ground—

A sudden change erupted!

A vast and mighty Seven-Colored Divine Light, containing the profound mysteries of the Five Elements' circulation and yin-yang's rotation, swept out from the depths of the void without warning!

The divine light was incredibly fast and powerful, aimed directly at Dongwang Gong's back!

Dongwang Gong was, after all, a Daluo Golden Immortal, and his spiritual senses were extraordinarily sharp. The lethal sense of danger made every hair on his body stand on end. At the very instant the divine light neared him, he violently darted to the side!

"Whoosh!"

The fierce Seven-Colored Divine Light grazed the edge of his Daoist robe and swept through the void, releasing a muffled explosion that distorted space itself.

Had he not dodged in time, that strike alone would have gravely wounded him!

Still shaken, Dongwang Gong spun around. The Pure Yang Sword lay across his chest as pure yang mana surged forth to protect his body.

His gaze was like lightning as he fixed it upon the direction from which the divine light had come. He shouted sternly, "Who is this skulking wretch?! How dare you hide yourself and launch a sneak attack against me?!"

His voice overflowed with shock, rage, and killing intent.

At the same time, Kong Xuan's disguised voice, carrying sorrowful compassion and ancient weariness, drifted over.

"Fellow Daoist, this object... is fated for my Western Religion!"

As the words fell, the void rippled.

Kong Xuan, wearing Zhunti's weathered face, gradually revealed himself with the phantom of the Seven-Colored Treasure Tree floating above his head.

He calmly watched the furious and alarmed Dongwang Gong, as though he were merely stating something perfectly natural.

When Dongwang Gong saw the newcomer's appearance and sensed the aura of that Seven-Colored Treasure Tree, uncertainty flashed through his eyes.

Suppressing his anger, he demanded again, "Who are you? State your name!"

The Zhunti that Kong Xuan had become nodded faintly. Wearing an expression of compassion for all living things, he said, "This poor Daoist is Zhunti of the Western Religion."

"Zhunti?"

Dongwang Gong frowned deeply. He had never heard that name before.

Yet the other party's immense aura and bizarre Seven-Colored Treasure Tree prevented him from taking him lightly.

However, the opportunity he had searched for ten thousand years lay right before him, only for this Daoist to suddenly intervene and attempt to seize his cultivation ground. How could he possibly endure that?

The fury in his eyes nearly erupted as he warned sharply, "Zhunti! This is the cultivation ground I, Dongwang Gong, have sought for ten thousand years!"

"You dare attempt to steal it from me? Aren't you afraid of incurring immense karma and being settled with in the future, ending in body and soul destroyed?!"

Upon hearing this, the compassion in Kong Xuan's eyes did not change.

He said with extreme calmness, "Karma?"

"Hehe... When I, Zhunti, act, why should I fear karma?"

He paused slightly, then his tone suddenly turned harsh, filled with naked killing intent. "Besides... if a man dies, then karma... disappears, does it not?!"

The moment those words were spoken, it was like cold water splashed into boiling oil!

Dongwang Gong's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

He understood the undisguised killing intent within the other party's words.

This so-called Zhunti had not come merely to forge karma. He intended to kill, seize the treasure, and eliminate all future trouble!

"Good! What a fine 'when a man dies, karma disappears'!"

Dongwang Gong laughed in extreme anger as the pure yang mana around him ignited like blazing flames.

The Pure Yang Sword in his hand buzzed violently. Crimson sword light flickered from its blade, while fierce sword intent locked onto Kong Xuan.

His eyes burning with rage, he shouted, "Zhunti, do you think you have me completely at your mercy?"

"You wish to take my Penglai? Then fill it with your life!"

Facing Dongwang Gong's towering fury and fierce sword intent.

The phantom of the Seven-Colored Treasure Tree above Kong Xuan's head flowed with light, releasing an even more profound and unfathomable aura that firmly shielded him, as unshakable as a rock.