Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 4 Traveling Through the Primordial Wilderness
Since leaving Skull Mountain.

Ma Yuan was like a drop of water flowing into the ocean, silently merging into this vast and boundless primordial world.

He didn't have a specific destination, but only chose a general direction.

Proceeding steadily and surely.

The vastness of the primordial world far exceeded his imagination.

He once saw towering mountains pierce the clouds like sharp swords.

At the summit, a divine bird sings amidst the thunder.

I have also seen the vast expanse of misty waters stretching for thousands of miles.

Beneath the surface, a colossal beast overturns, stirring up towering waves.

The world was filled with innate spiritual energy so dense it was almost tangible.

But it is also permeated with endless malevolent energy and danger left over from the ancient war.

He endured wind and rain, and traveled alone.

Eight hundred years is but a ripple in the vast and ancient river of time.

For Ma Yuan, however, it was a long and lonely journey of self-cultivation.

He has ingrained the word "steady" into his very being.

Wherever he went, he would first use his divine sense to scan the area from afar.

Once he senses a powerful aura that makes his heart tremble, he will not hesitate to take a detour.

I would rather travel tens of thousands of miles or even hundreds of thousands of miles further than get even a fraction closer.

This extreme caution allowed him to avoid countless potential risks.

But it also brought him an unexpected surprise.

The wilderness is full of treasures.

Those things that the great powers look down upon.

For him, however, it was a rare resource.

He once found several pieces of divine iron stained with the blood essence of ancient gods and demons on the edge of an ancient battlefield.

Although it has lost much of its spiritual essence, it is still an excellent material for refining acquired magical treasures.

They once dug out a wind-stabilizing pearl hidden in the silt deep in a dried-up riverbed.

Although its rank is not high, it can still stabilize a gust of wind at critical moments, providing an extra means of survival.

The biggest gain.

He discovered it while traveling through a secluded, remote canyon.

The canyon was shrouded in miasma year-round, and ordinary creatures had vanished.

Ma Yuan originally intended to take a detour, but he accidentally sensed a faint coolness emanating from the miasma.

He carefully infiltrated it, pushing aside the layers of poisonous fog.

Finally, deep in the valley, they discovered a small pool of water, no more than ten feet square.

Beside the pond, three lush green bamboos grow quietly.

The bamboo was crystal clear, as if it were carved from the finest glass. The bamboo joints were distinct, and a faint, clear light seemed to flow over the bamboo leaves.

A refreshing and invigorating aura emanated from these three emerald bamboos, completely isolating them from the surrounding miasma.

"A low-grade innate spiritual root—the Pure Heart Glazed Bamboo!"

Innate spiritual root!

This is a treasure that can suppress destiny, aid in enlightenment, and help one attain innate Dao fruit!

Even if it's just a low-grade product.

Its value far surpasses that of things acquired later in life.

The word "pure mind" in particular made him ecstatic.

He carefully picked a bamboo leaf and put it in his mouth. A cool sensation instantly flowed down his throat and throughout his body, eventually entering his dantian.

The evil fire that had been lurking deep within his Dao foundation, ready to cause trouble at any moment, was calmed down for the first time under the soothing touch of this cool aura, and even his primordial spirit felt a sense of clarity and tranquility.

This treasure is practically tailor-made for him!

Ma Yuan dared not delay. With great magical power, he carefully transplanted the small pool, along with the three Pure Heart Glazed Bamboo plants and the spiritual vein soil beneath them, into his self-made acquired storage magic treasure, the leopard skin pouch. With this gain, Ma Yuan's state of mind became even more peaceful.

He even considered going to Wuyi Mountain to search for the legendary treasure, the Falling Treasure Coin.

This treasure is extraordinary and can bring down all the magical treasures in the world.

If he can obtain it, his ability to protect himself will experience a qualitative leap.

He spent a century traversing countless mountains and rivers before finally finding Wuyi Mountain.

However, he carefully explored the entire mountain range several times, even using his faint Daoist aura of cause and effect to sense it, but still found nothing.

The legendary Treasure-Dropping Coin seems to have never existed.

"Is it that the treasure has not yet been revealed, or... am I destined to be forever separated from it?"

Ma Yuan stood atop the mountain, watching the clouds drift and gather.

Although I felt disappointed, I did not cling to it.

He understood a principle: opportunities are something you can only encounter, not seek.

One's own prophecy is not omnipotent.

There is a predetermined order in the universe; it cannot be forced.

After accepting the result calmly.

He stayed there for several decades, and when he found that he had gained nothing more, he resolutely turned and left.

Another few hundred years of travel.

Ma Yuan has walked a path so far that even he himself can no longer remember how far it is.

All he knew was that his storage magic treasure was already overflowing with all kinds of spiritual roots, ores, and demon beast materials.

These past years have been filled with hardship and exposure to the elements, a journey undertaken while simultaneously cultivating one's spiritual practice.

Although his cultivation level had not broken through to the mid-stage of Golden Immortal, his foundation in Dao was becoming increasingly solid, and his understanding of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect had also made a slight but significant improvement.

He felt that he had reached a bottleneck.

The lessons learned from travel need time to be digested.

Those spiritual roots need to be planted, those materials need to be refined, and the newly gained insights need to be consolidated through secluded meditation.

"It's time to go back."

Ma Yuan made a decision in his heart.

This trip has yielded far more than he expected.

In particular, those three Pure Heart Glazed Bamboos are enough to allow him to cultivate in peace for a long time without worrying too much about the backlash from the evil fire.

He determined his direction and set off on his journey home towards the location of Skull Mountain.

On his way back, his state of mind was completely different from when he came.

They came with caution toward the unknown and a longing for opportunity.

But at this moment, there is a sense of calm and composure, as if one has returned with a full harvest.

On this day, as he passed by a vast, continuous mountain range, he was about to transform into a streak of light and fly past.

Suddenly, his figure stopped abruptly in mid-air.

A sudden, unannounced yet incredibly clear tremor arose from the depths of his soul!
The feeling was mysterious and wonderful.

It was as if there was an invisible thread connecting him to something in the dark.

At the other end, it leads to a certain place in this seemingly ordinary mountain range below.

Ma Yuan's gaze pierced through the clouds and mist, landing on the tranquil mountain range below.

There was no dazzling light, no auspicious energy, and even the spiritual energy there was only of average quality.

But Ma Yuan sensed it in his mind.

Something was waiting for him there.

He slowly lowered himself down.

He knew that his opportunity might have arrived.

(End of this chapter)