"Wasn't this choice way too easy?"
Amid the endless chaos.
There was a pool atop a sea of clouds in the far south.
Beside the pool, Mu Chen muttered to himself.
At the same time, he slowly lowered the fishing rod in his hand.
Yes, he was actually a transmigrator.
He had happened to transmigrate into the Primordial World, becoming an insubstantial spirit.
And today, he had awakened the Star Sea Fishing System and faced the choices it offered.
"Ding, congratulations on arriving in the Primordial World during the era of Pangu's creation of heaven. Please choose." "One: immediately enter the Primordial World and witness Pangu creating heaven, with a chance of obtaining an innate godfiend's inheritance." "Two: fish for a hundred years and obtain an innate spirit treasure."
An innate godfiend's inheritance?
An innate spirit treasure?
Was there even a choice to make?
The first was obviously better!
Mu Chen immediately assumed spirit form and floated away from the pool.
But just as he left the sea of clouds.
Within Mu Chen's field of vision.
He saw a giant towering between heaven and earth on the horizon, axe in hand, cleaving straight through the chaos!
Boom!
Violent ripples spread in every direction from the very center. Even a mere sliver of the power they released carried enough force to scatter one's soul!
Mu Chen remembered.
This was the first tribulation of the opening of heaven and earth, when Pangu created heaven!
Boundless forces sliced through the entire expanse of chaos. The aftershock of a mere sliver of that might nearly reduced his already insubstantial spirit to smoke in an instant!
Fuck!
Mu Chen frowned.
Because he had realized.
This power was far too strong.
If he stayed any longer, his soul would probably be scattered in the blink of an eye.
Mu Chen made a snap decision and fled back into the sea of clouds, practically pissing and shitting himself.
At the same time, he roared inwardly.
"Damn it, the system screwed me!"
This was completely different from what he had expected.
The Primordial World at this time was terrifying!
A single, faint wisp of its presence could kill him instantly. With his strength, he simply couldn't go outside!
Meanwhile.
As Pangu created heaven and his body became all things, the whole expanse of chaos opened for the first time, and countless living beings began to rise and awaken.
Countless tens of thousands of years passed, and the great era of the Primordial World formally took shape.
Mu Chen, meanwhile, had thoroughly learned his place, hiding in this little haven and quietly observing the outside.
"Ding, damage to the host's spirit detected." "Fish for three hundred years to obtain an innate spirit treasure for protection!"
Again?
Mu Chen gave it a look, his face full of suspicion.
Only after confirming that the system had laid no traps and merely wanted him to fish did he relax.
An innate spirit treasure.
That was something even Sages valued immensely.
A mere three hundred years was nothing, either. After all, time held no meaning in the Primordial World.
With that thought, Mu Chen gently picked up the fishing rod and cast it into the pool.
He thought to himself.
I'm just fishing. Surely I won't get beaten to death?
Three hundred years later.
"Ding!" "Congratulations on completing the hundred-year fishing mission and obtaining the innate spirit treasure: Four Swords of Immortal Slaying [replica]!"
The next moment.
Four immortal swords radiating boundless might appeared beside him, slowly circling and releasing terrifying power capable of slaying gods.
Back then, Luohu of the demon race had relied on the God-Slaying Spear and a sword formation formed from the Four Swords of Immortal Slaying to slaughter countless enemies and dominate the Primordial World.
A flash of delighted surprise crossed Mu Chen's eyes.
Finally!
Those centuries of waiting hadn't been wasted!
But before he could speak, another ding sounded.
"Please choose." "One: continue fishing here for five hundred years and immediately obtain an ordinary Primordial World breathing cultivation method." "Two: use the Four Swords of Immortal Slaying to conquer the innate godfiends while Pangu has only just opened the chaos, and obtain another innate spirit treasure!"
Looking at the second option.
Mu Chen immediately rolled his eyes.
Fuck.
Trying to screw me again!
That last incident, when Pangu created heaven, had nearly wiped him out entirely.
He had to remember that he was currently nothing more than a spirit without any cultivation.
Any godfiend could turn him to dust with a single thought.
Even if he had the real Four Swords of Immortal Slaying, they would be useless.
Let alone replicas.
Besides, he was currently completely incapable of wielding the power of the Four Swords of Immortal Slaying.
So, plainly, since the system's first attempt to screw him hadn't killed him, it was trying to trick him into going out to his death again...
Having learned his lesson the first time.
Mu Chen chose the first option without hesitation.
Keep fishing!
Were innate spirit treasures useful to him now?
No!
Chaos had only just opened. Any random fellow was beyond his ability to handle!
So wasn't focusing on cultivation a sweet deal?
If he insisted on going out and forming factions, he wouldn't even know how he ended up beaten to death.
The next moment.
A fishing rod appeared beside Mu Chen, its other end extending straight into the spring.
The fishing began.
A great flood of memories surged into Mu Chen's mind, all concerning cultivation and breathing methods.
Following the instructions in those memories, he slowly closed his eyes.
Several hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
Mu Chen gradually grew accustomed to the passage of time.
Moreover, having spent nearly all those centuries immersed in cultivation, he no longer felt lonely.
Time was what the Primordial World lacked least.
Conversely, as long as he stayed alive, he could keep growing stronger.
Finally.
One day.
"Fishing complete. Please make your next choice." "One: continue fishing for five hundred years. During this period, the host's cultivation speed here will increase tenfold." "Two: enter the impending First Dragon-Han Tribulation, join one of the three races, and obtain two innate supreme treasures!"
Mu Chen drew a deep breath.
The Great Dragon-Han Tribulation was about to begin?
Then there was even less fucking reason to go out!
Those were all battles at the Quasi-Sage level.
They weren't much different from battles between innate godfiends.
Until he reached the point of being one hundred percent invincible, obtaining a cultivation manual would be more practical.
"Everyone else relies on their system, but I fucking have to match wits and courage with mine!"
Mu Chen rolled his eyes.
He knew perfectly well that only his own strength was true strength.
He had just witnessed Pangu creating heaven.
And in the Great Dragon-Han Tribulation that followed the creation of heaven.
No matter how fiercely the three races fought, some would die and others would flee in the end. What the hell did it have to do with him?
Sensing the flow of spiritual Qi around him increase tenfold, Mu Chen continued cultivating diligently.
Time slowly passed.
"Ding, five hundred years of fishing complete. Please choose..." "One: continue fishing for eight hundred years and immediately obtain a hundredfold cultivation speed." "Two: join the Qilin Race and oppose the Dragon and Phoenix Races, with a small chance of having First Qilin acknowledge you as his master!"
Not going!
With his eyes closed, Mu Chen cultivated silently.
"Congratulations on completing eight hundred years of fishing. Please choose..." "One: continue fishing for three thousand years to obtain the divine ability, Law of Heaven and Earth!" "Two: the Qilin Race is in imminent peril. Step out into the Primordial World and turn back the raging tide to become the Qilin Race's new king!"
Not going!
Even if you made First Qilin kneel and call me Daddy, I still wouldn't go!
"Congratulations on completing three thousand years of fishing. Please choose..." "One: continue fishing for three thousand years to enhance the defensive capabilities of the surrounding sea-of-clouds formation, making it unbreakable by anyone below a Sage." "Two: join the struggle between Hongjun and Luohu, expose Demon Ancestor Luohu's plot, and obtain the respect and divine abilities of the Dragon and Phoenix Races."
Mu Chen hummed in acknowledgment.
The divine abilities of the Dragon and Phoenix Races sounded awesome.
So I choose to stay in seclusion.
As time passed.
The Great Dragon-Han Tribulation gradually approached its end.
At this moment, Mu Chen slowly opened his eyes beside his pool.
A rather formidable pressure spread through the center of the area.