Archaic's origins! The Primordial Origin Immortal's favor!

The Primordial Origin Immortal was the master of the Primordial Chaos Realm.

Rumor had it that he was an immortal from before the Immortal Ancient Era, an existence above Great Emperors. For unknown reasons, he had fallen, leaving behind the Primordial Chaos Realm and his inheritance.

It was said that whenever the Primordial Chaos Realm opened, Hunyuan Hall would open during the final few days. Inside were inheritances left by the Primordial Origin Immortal, and rumors spoke of his true inheritance as well.

Yet no one had ever obtained the Primordial Origin Immortal's true inheritance.

Even so, every prodigy and expert who had obtained even a scrap of inheritance from Hunyuan Hall had left their own legendary mark on Archaic.

Among them were many Sage Kings and Quasi-Emperors who dominated their own territories, all calling themselves honorary disciples of the Primordial Origin Immortal.

The most famous among them was the Heaven-Mingling Emperor. After leaving the Primordial Chaos Realm, he had soared into the heavens in a single leap, swept through his peers, and claimed the imperial throne, looking down upon the world.

One could imagine that anyone who obtained the Primordial Origin Immortal's true inheritance would surely soar into the heavens in a single leap. Becoming a Great Emperor would be nothing difficult.

With sufficient talent and fortune, even glimpsing the immortal realm above Great Emperors would not be impossible.

After all, throughout the endless years of the Three Thousand Provinces of the Desolate Ancient Land, there had been no shortage of dazzlingly talented experts who glimpsed the immortal realm and opened the heavenly gates.

To travel to the legendary Immortal Realm!!

He knew his master's origins.

At that moment, Xiao Huohuo was also hiding nearby. Listening to the surrounding cultivators' discussions, a thought stirred in his mind, and he asked, "Master, are you certain you really know the Primordial Origin Immortal, the master of the Primordial Chaos Realm?"

He had been very lucky!

After arriving in the core region, Xiao Huohuo had accidentally entered an unattended herb garden, obtaining a sacred-grade Sacred Soul Grass and some other soul-restoring herbs, allowing him to awaken his master.

Dan Chen's somewhat feeble voice rang out. "Indeed! To think this old fellow fell too!"

Xiao Huohuo was overjoyed. "Wonderful! As long as we get the Primordial Origin Immortal's help, we can save you, Master! It's all that damned Lin Clan imperial scion's fault! If not for him, why would you have burned your soul and damaged your origin, and how would Father and the Xiao Clan have been destroyed?"

"Once my cultivation reaches a sufficient level, I'll kill him, and I'll destroy the Lin Clan too!"

As he spoke, his face darkened and his gaze turned icy. He dared not forget his hatred for even a moment!

Dan Chen spoke indifferently, his words brimming with boundless confidence and dominance. "It doesn't matter. A mere imperial clan like the Lin Clan is beneath mention. Once I recover to my peak, I can destroy them with a wave of my hand!"

Xiao Huohuo did not argue. He knew how terrifying his master was-the Pill Immortal, who came from an age before the Immortal Ancient Era.

Suddenly, as though remembering something, he asked, "Master, what exactly happened before the Immortal Ancient Era? How could even so many immortals have fallen?"

"I don't know!"

After a long silence, Dan Chen spoke slowly, his words tinged with the weathering of ages and bewilderment. "So many years have passed. This wisp of my remnant soul remembers little. I only remember that an unprecedented war took place."

"In the end, a mighty being of the Immortal Realm separated the Immortal Realm and Archaic into two realms!"

"If I hadn't sensed that familiar presence inside the hall, I wouldn't even have remembered knowing the Primordial Origin Immortal!"

Xiao Huohuo was utterly shocked. So this was the origin of the Three Thousand Provinces of the Desolate Ancient Land. What sort of war could have brought down several immortals, shattered the Immortal Realm, and split off Archaic?

"All right, let's go. I've contacted the Primordial Origin Immortal. Enter the hall!"

"Haha, Huo'er! This old fellow has actually taken a liking to you and wants to accept you as his personal disciple. Don't let an immortal's inheritance slip away!"

"Yes, Master!"

Xiao Huohuo's eyes burned with eagerness. With a leap, his figure moved like a phantom toward the towering Hunyuan Hall.

Seeing Xiao Huohuo approach the hall, some cultivators smiled disdainfully. Every time, there would be reckless fools who did not know their place and stepped forward, only to be blasted backward by the hall, vomiting blood without exception!

They had been waiting for a good show, but then everyone saw that Xiao Huohuo was unharmed, and the hall ushered him inside.

Quite a few cultivators froze before flying toward the hall without hesitation. Yet they were brutally blasted backward, spitting mouthfuls of blood. They stared incredulously at the spot where Xiao Huohuo had vanished, nearly losing their composure! Could the treatment of one person and another really differ so much?

"Fuck? The hall hasn't opened. How did he get in..."

"Who is he? Hunyuan Hall hasn't opened yet, but someone actually ushered him inside?"

"Heavens, could he have gained the Primordial Origin Immortal's recognition and be about to obtain the Primordial Chaos Realm's inheritance?"

Meanwhile, in Fallen Sage Valley within the Primordial Chaos Realm, not far from Hunyuan Hall.

The rumbling sounds of a great battle rang through the valley, and a terrifying presence filled it. Wang Kunlong's furious voice rang out. "Brat, if you don't obediently surrender, the moment we leave the Primordial Chaos Realm, my Wang Clan will wipe out your Kun Sect!"

Roar! Screech!

The residual force shook the surroundings, frightening all the low-tier ferocious beasts in the valley into fleeing in every direction. A second too slow, and they might have been reduced to puddles of bloody pulp on the spot.

Within the valley, a figure could be seen fleeing in a sorry state.

Behind him, Wang Kunlong led several prodigies and experts from powerful Archaic lineages in relentless pursuit, hunting down a man dressed in black-and-white Daoist robes.

That man was none other than Ji Kun.

Ji Kun's robes were tattered, blood stained many parts of his body, and his presence had weakened to the extreme.

Ji Kun's helpless voice echoed through the valley. "Hey, what are you doing! Do you really need to go this hard? I already told you there were only three strands of chaos origin. Didn't I give them all to you?"

"I don't have any other chaos origin. Why are you still chasing me?"

Behind him, Luo Tianci had eaten a mouthful of dust. Seeing that Wang Kunlong's threats were ineffective, he could only soften his stance. "Brat, obediently hand over the chaos origin and surrender. I can make the decision to spare your life!"

"Not only will I spare your life, I can also promise not to destroy your Kun Sect! From now on, the Kun Sect will be a subordinate sect of my Luo Clan, enjoying our resources and protection. How about it?"

It was all because this brat Ji Kun's movement technique was too formidable; even the three great prodigies could not take him down.

Luo Tianci was very confident. Becoming a subordinate of an imperial clan-he believed no cultivator could refuse such terms.

However, he had underestimated Ji Kun's foresight. Ji Kun did not believe Luo Tianci's words at all.

He even scoffed at them somewhat. Why would the Kun Sect care about becoming the Luo Clan's subordinate? His Kun Sect was already subordinate to the Lin Clan.

The Lin Clan had nearly beaten the Luo Clan into extinction. Could he not tell who was stronger and who was weaker? Why abandon the powerful Lin Clan to follow the weakling Luo Clan?

He wasn't stupid!

Yet Ji Kun watched as the cultivators behind him drew ever closer, still refusing to let him go as they pursued him relentlessly.

There were also more and more Mystic Qi martial techniques filling the sky, constantly bombarding him and leaving him struggling. They grazed his body repeatedly, and he could not help cursing inwardly!

Sensing that his Spirit Sea was about to run dry, he could not help crying out inwardly, Imperial Scion, why aren't you here yet! If you don't come soon, I won't be able to hold on!

In the end, he could only choose to painfully part with another treasure. "This is my last drop... pfft! My last strand of chaos origin. Take it if you want it, and stop bothering this young master!"

As he spoke, Ji Kun threw the strand of pure-white chaos origin in his hand toward Wang Kunlong, who was like a rabid dog.

Wang Kunlong: "??"

Holding the chaos origin that had landed in his arms, Wang Kunlong faltered, momentarily dazed.

Suddenly, he sensed the icy gazes cast at him by the surrounding cultivators, and an ominous feeling rose in his heart! He instinctively retreated.

Boom!

Sure enough, the very next moment!

The scene descended into chaos. Faced with a fortunate opportunity like chaos origin, who still cared who you were?

Even though Wang Kunlong belonged to the imperial Wang Clan, several cultivators struck simultaneously with thunderous force, reaching for the chaos origin in his arms.