Innate Demon God

Thanks to Blood-Weeping Baxia for the reward. Yuan Tian's cloud of celebration rose above his head. The Xuanchen Cauldron shot into it and hung within the halo behind his head. The cauldron rested quietly in Yuan Tian's cloud of celebration. Within it, a chart and a book flickered in and out of view—the Great Dao Secret Record and the Chaos Star Chart. A pair of scissors also swam ceaselessly through the cloud. At times, they transformed into savage golden dragons that roared without end; at other times, only the golden scissors could be seen, wreathed in cloud qi and waves of auspicious light. They were the Golden Dragon Scissors. All of this added boundless mystery to Yuan Tian's cloud of celebration.

After putting away the Xuanchen Cauldron, Yuan Tian once again activated the divine ability Five-Elements Heaven-Seizing Hand, collecting all the remaining unused medicinal ingredients around him. Though there were not many left, they could not be wasted. Waste was shameful. He could be shameless, but he could not waste things. Let us despise Yuan Tian's shameless theory.

After storing away everything that needed to be stored, Yuan Tian set up several warning and defensive formations around himself, lest some accident occur while he sorted through the contents of his mind. Safety came first in all things. Once everything was ready, Yuan Tian prepared to enter seclusion on the spot.

At this moment, Yuan Tian's mind continuously replayed his more than twenty thousand years of alchemy, like a film. Every detail was as clear and distinct as if it had been recorded by a camera. Wo You could not help sighing again. An immortal's memory truly was extraordinary. Why did I not have such a good memory?

Yuan Tian continually sorted through his alchemy memories and studied the alchemy knowledge within his mind. He summed up his successes and failures alike—why he had succeeded, why he had failed—reviewing every gain and loss, every little detail.

A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, slipping away while Yuan Tian "rested and reorganized." During this time, he thoroughly consolidated his insights and brought forth the new from the old, advancing another step along the path of alchemy. At Yuan Tian's current level, every additional shred of comprehension counted as a tremendous step forward. His insights now were exceedingly difficult to attain, but once he gained one, the harvest was enormous. This time was precisely such a case. His gains had been immense. Yuan Tian believed that, with his current level, refining Fourth-Turn Golden Cores would pose no problem whatsoever. Unfortunately, he no longer had the ingredients needed to refine them. Wo You could practically foresee the poor Primordial Continent facing the fate of being scraped three feet deep once again. Let us observe a moment of silence for the Primordial Continent, bravely preparing to "sacrifice itself."

His alchemy career would likely have to pause for now, and Yuan Tian also needed to bid farewell to the small mountain where he had stayed for nearly thirty thousand years. He was preparing to set out on another journey of training through the Primordial Wilderness. He could not remain on this little mountain forever. It was time for him to "leave the mountain."

Spending every day alone in the mountains had gradually given Yuan Tian a sense of being cut off from the world. He did have something to do—alchemy—but whenever he had spare time between refinements, that feeling crept up on him without his noticing. He had felt this way before Transformation as well, but after transforming, he had often wandered outside. He had never truly cultivated in peace, nor had he stayed in one place for so long. Now that alchemy had suddenly kept him on this little mountain for such a long time, Yuan Tian found himself somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Now things were better. Yuan Tian was about to leave the mountain. He was nearly ready to complain about the Primordial Wilderness. Why the hell was this place so huge? Not only had he never seen a beauty, he had not even seen a single woman so far. Men were slightly better; every so often, he could still run into one or two. Even if he was a shut-in, he could not stand this. Yuan Tian began missing his life in his previous world. Though he had been a shut-in then, he had at least had a whole crowd of online friends. When he had nothing to do, they could chat together and trade nonsense. Humans were social creatures, after all. Was he supposed to become some mountain hermit now?

However, Yuan Tian would soon encounter "people" again.

Unfortunately, his luck seemed never to have been very good. This time, he probably would not encounter any beauties either. After bidding farewell to the little mountain where he had spent nearly thirty thousand years, Yuan Tian once more rode an auspicious cloud and resumed his journey of training. One day, a man appeared ahead of him—a man carrying a saber on his back. The fellow was at least two meters tall and looked even more Arnold than Arnold Schwarzenegger. The muscles all over his body absolutely surpassed every bodybuilder from Yuan Tian's previous life, and he was even more "well-endowed" than Yuan Tian's former lackeys. Yuan Tian could not help wondering whether the Primordial Wilderness really specialized in producing muscle men.

When Yuan Tian saw this muscle man, he could not help frowning. There was no helping it—Baleful Intent and Killing Intent surged skyward from the man's body. He was undoubtedly a baleful star and a killing star, so how could Yuan Tian not frown? He had to consider why this fellow had appeared here. Did it have something to do with him, or did it not?

If it had nothing to do with him, then that would be easy. The great road stretched toward the heavens, and each could walk his own side. Well water did not offend river water. You were well, I was well, everyone was well. There was no need even to exchange greetings. They could simply go their separate ways.

But if the man had come looking for trouble, Yuan Tian would have to be careful. In Yuan Tian's eyes, the fellow's cultivation had definitely reached the Zenith Heaven True Immortal realm. With the Baleful Intent and Killing Intent covering his body, once battle began, he would likely weaken his opponent by thirty percent before a blow was even exchanged. It would certainly also enhance his own combat power. One side rising while the other fell, this fellow absolutely possessed the strength to fight a Daluo Golden Immortal. If that Daluo Golden Immortal lacked combat experience, he might even be slain by this fellow.

Unfortunately, although their protagonist Yuan Tian also possessed the combat strength of a Daluo Golden Immortal, he belonged to the category with little battle experience. If Yuan Tian fought him, there was a fifty-percent chance that he would suffer miserably. The other fifty percent was somewhat better: he would defeat or even kill the fellow before him.

"An Innate Spirit Root that underwent Transformation?" While Yuan Tian was still letting his thoughts run wild, the muscle man ahead had already spoken. His tone did not sound very friendly. It seemed he did not regard Yuan Tian highly at all. He even spoke with his back to Yuan Tian, as though he utterly disdained him. His words also made it seem as though he had known of Yuan Tian's arrival long ago. Of course, it was only natural that he knew. If experts like them could let someone approach their side without noticing, they would likely have died long ago and never lived until now. Besides, Yuan Tian's cultivation was not higher than his. This fellow had immense confidence in his own strength. He believed that throughout the entire Primordial Wilderness, only experts above the Primordial Loose Immortal realm—that is, Quasi-Sages—could defeat him. Below the Primordial Loose Immortal realm, no one was his match, not even Daluo Golden Immortals. All of his confidence came from his own strength and his identity as a top-tier Innate Demon God.

"Who are you?" Yuan Tian was not angered by the muscle man's unfriendly tone. After all, his billions of years of cultivation had not been for nothing. How could he possibly be provoked by a single sentence from another? Then where would all those years of self-cultivation and tempering have gone?

"Me? I am the Innate Demon God—Po Hun!" The muscle man—no, Po Hun—did not care that Yuan Tian had not answered his question. As far as he was concerned, he had already confirmed that Yuan Tian was an Innate Spirit Root that had undergone Transformation. His earlier question was merely a habit formed over countless years. Whether Yuan Tian answered or not, he did not care in the slightest. Still, Po Hun was quite pleased to announce his identity. After all, if he was going to kill someone, he ought to let them die with understanding. This was called leaving one's name behind even in a "good deed."

It seemed that, in Po Hun's eyes, Yuan Tian was already a dead man. He now wished to play a game of "cat catching mouse." Would reality unfold as he imagined? We could more or less guess the answer, could we not?

"Innate Demon God?" Yuan Tian had not expected to encounter an Innate Demon God here. It made him think of the accounts from his inheritance and the memories of his previous life.

It was said that before Pangu opened the heavens, there had been three thousand Primordial Chaos Demon Gods within Primordial Chaos. Every Primordial Chaos Demon God possessed vast divine abilities and power that reached the heavens; each was a favored child of heaven. Yet the opening of the heavens was itself a tribulation. During the Creation Tribulation, the overwhelming majority of Primordial Chaos Demon Gods were utterly reduced to ashes. Though a small number had not completely perished, they were all severely wounded. Some of these gravely injured Demon Gods fled deep into Primordial Chaos, beginning countless years of recuperation and rebuilding. Others were unwilling to continue existing within Primordial Chaos, where there was nothing but Primordial Chaos Qi, and so they reincarnated into the Primordial Wilderness. Unfortunately, due to their severe injuries, most reincarnated Demon Gods had no way to preserve the Primordial Chaos Demon God Inheritance. For example, after Star, Primordial Chaos Demon God reincarnated, he never regained the Primordial Chaos Demon God Inheritance, and Yuan Tian had luckily obtained it instead. Only a tiny number recovered their Primordial Chaos Demon God inheritances from their previous lives after reincarnation, such as Devil Ancestor Luohou.

After Pangu opened the heavens and the Primordial Wilderness was born, the three thousand Primordial Chaos Demon Gods were injured and destroyed during the opening of the heavens. In response to fate, nine thousand Innate Demon Gods were bred anew within the Primordial Wilderness. However, these nine thousand Innate Demon Gods were not born at the same time. Some came early, some late. The early ones might undergo Transformation shortly after the heavens were opened, while the late ones might have to wait several Calamity Cycles before they could transform. No one could say for certain.

Do not think that nine thousand Innate Demon Gods was a great number. In truth, it was exceedingly small. Consider that over several Calamity Cycles, the Primordial Wilderness possessed no fewer than tens of trillions of living beings. Look at that ratio: among a billion creatures of the Primordial Wilderness, an Innate Demon God might not even appear. Moreover, the number of Innate Demon Gods was fixed. The total number of Innate Demon Gods who had died and those still alive could never exceed nine thousand. In other words, even the dead counted among those nine thousand Innate Demon Gods. Every true death meant one fewer. They were absolutely a "limited edition."

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