Chapter 30: A Mysterious Woman in a Yellow Dress
"This harvest was truly astonishing!"
At the foot of Mount Buzhou, at a cave abode, Xuantian casually set up a formation to conceal his aura and began counting his haul.
The Wood Spirit Pearl, one of the Innate Five Elements Spirit Pearls, was priceless then; the Fragment of the Creation Jade Butterfly, an Enlightenment Treasure, these two alone were worth an unimaginable fortune.
The Dragon and Tiger Seal and the Extreme Yang Sword were each comparable to lower-grade innate spirit treasures, nothing to scoff at. Even the smallest mosquito was still meat, and Xuantian had no intention of turning away such abundance.
There was also an Immortal Apricot and numerous spiritual fruits and elixirs, clearly prepared for a breakthrough to the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
Speaking of which, the Lingbao Master's strength was likely in the top three among the Void Sect's Golden Immortals—surpassing even Taiyi Zhenren. Unfortunately for him, he had met Xuantian, who cultivated the supreme body-refining techniques of the Primordial world and had comprehended thirteen laws and was thus completely suppressed.
Buzz!
Without hesitation, Xuantian swallowed the Immortal Apricot along with the ripe spiritual fruits and elixirs. The Nine Revolutions Profound Art roared to life. Infused with the immense energy of various innate spiritual fruit, he advanced the Nine Revolutions Profound Art from the late third stage to full completion of the third stage.
It was only a small advancement in stage, yet both his physical strength and the energy cultivation within his body surged tenfold.
Next, Xuantian immersed himself in absorbing the pure wood essence of the Wood Spirit Pearl.
One day passed—inside his formation, where time flowed a hundred times faster. When Xuantian opened his eyes, the five energies in his chest flowed smoothly, and the red, white, and blue lights within them reached perfection.
He had perfected the Three Energies, advancing his primordial spirit to the late Taiyi Golden Immortal stage—one step closer to the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
"It's time to leave."
He stood up. He had been away from the human race for quite some time, and their current large-sized blessed land could only sustain a population of about a hundred billion.
It was time to return and, using his power, secure a better, blessed land for his people. As the leader of the human race, their survival, prosperity, and peace were his highest priorities.
"Hm?"
Just as he rose, his pupils narrowed sharply. He looked straight ahead.
A woman in a yellow dress stood there, radiating a gentle yet profound aura. Her face was veiled in shimmering yellow light, yet her exquisite beauty could be sensed all the same.
What truly shocked Xuantian was that—even with his late Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation, razor-sharp spiritual sense, and the formation blocking auras—this woman had managed to approach silently, without him detecting her presence at all.
Remaining calm, Xuantian summoned the Kongtong Seal to his hand, and the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron loomed protectively overhead.
"I mean no harm in this trip," the woman spoke softly, her voice unwavering as she released her aura.
In that instant, an overwhelming pressure descended, so heavy it felt as though the entire Primordial World was pressing down on him. It exceeded even the limits of a Daluo Golden Immortal.
Fortunately, she had no ill intent. The pressure vanished as quickly as it came; otherwise, even a Daluo Golden Immortal could have been gravely injured.
Xuantian's eyes narrowed. This being's strength was beyond his imagination. Yet her words and aura carried kindness, not hostility.
"I never thought you could guide the Father God's will," she said gently. "You must be connected to Him. But the Primordial World is too dangerous, and your strength is still too weak."
Xuantian frowned. He had just defeated and robbed one of the Void Sect's top three—personally taught by Yuanshi Tianzun himself, and his physical cultivation had reached the third level, bolstered by numerous spiritual treasures. Below the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, he felt practically invincible.
"I don't understand the cultivation of the primordial spirit," she continued, "but these treasures should be useful to you."
Before he could reply, she raised her hand. Three streams of light appeared before him.
"What are these?"
Xuantian's eyes widened in astonishment. Each item radiated extraordinary power.
The first—a yellow orb—held the weight of the earth itself. It was none other than the Earth Spirit Orb, one of the Innate Five Elements Spirit Orbs.
The second was a longsword—yet upon closer look, it was forged from seven smaller swords. Each carried the offensive power of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure; combined, they neared the might of a supreme-grade innate treasure.
The third appeared to be an ordinary stone—but Xuantian sensed a terrifying power hidden within, one he could not fully fathom.
"I have responsibilities and cannot stay long. If you need me, come to the Pangu Temple," the woman said with a smile.
Before he could speak, she vanished.
"Ah… this…"
Xuantian stood there, stunned. But deep in his mind, a suspicion arose. The only being capable of such cultivation, residing in Pangu Temple and exuding such earthy aura, could only be the one who would later transform into Samsara. Yet the great war between the Witch and Demons had not yet begun; there should still be time before that transformation.
Shaking off the thought, Xuantian began refining the treasures. The Earth Spirit Orb required no explanation, and the longsword, named the Big Dipper Sword, was a top-grade innate spiritual treasure whose combined might approached that of a supreme treasure.
It was a timely boon; his current Gengjin Star Halberd was already becoming inadequate.
Once everything was refined, Xuantian mounted Xiao Jin, absorbing earth essence as he sped toward the human race's blessed land.
…
Far away, another storm was brewing.
"Hongyun, today is your death!"
Kunpeng's face was dark as he slammed down the Demon Master Palace, a supreme innate spiritual treasure.
The blow crippled Hongyun instantly. Following the Golden Thread of Karma, Kunpeng locked onto Hongyun's true form, intent on seizing the Primordial Purple Qi.
"So… so that's how it is…"
Blood spilled from Hongyun's lips. He had reached the source of the Primordial Purple Qi—only to find nothing there. Startled for a moment, he quickly understood.
He was merely a pawn in the great calamity. The so-called path to sainthood… was nothing but a lie.
A wry smile twisted into madness as destructive energy erupted from his body.
"What?"
"This madman is going to self-destruct!"
Sensing the aura, Kunpeng's expression changed drastically.
The self-destruction of a Quasi-Sage was beyond imagination. In the past, the Western Realm had been obliterated when the Demon Ancestor Luohou perished. Even if Hongyun's power was slightly weaker, it was still enough to annihilate anyone nearby.
Kunpeng abandoned the Primordial Purple Qi and fled as a streak of black light.
But before he could get far—
Boom!
An overwhelming wave of destruction burst forth, carrying an aura that would make even Quasi-Sages pale. The Primordial World shook violently. In the core of the blast, Kunpeng and the numerous masters and Quasi-Sages rushing toward Hongyun were swallowed whole.
In an instant, as Hongyun perished, the Evil Tribulation Aura of the entire Primordial World surged a thousandfold.
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