The man was devouring, but the system was in the primordial world.

The spaceship slowly descended, and at the same time, Cree pulled up the information on the Storm God and quickly browsed through it.

The Lord of Storms, born on the Star of Wind Chime in the Laiyang Galaxy.

Rising from the battle of geniuses, yet failing to break into the top 1000 in the universe, he could only turn to the Holy Land of Qianwu, where he stumbled and struggled to grow into an immortal god.

Similarly, because his talent was relatively average, he was not included on the alien race's hunting list.

This Storm God Lord was dedicated to developing his own race, was adept at social maneuvering, and enjoyed befriending geniuses from all sides. However, he overlooked the fact that geniuses were also the focus of trouble.

During a banquet, the Lord of Storms was tragically murdered while receiving a prince from one of the five major powers who also hailed from the Laiyang Star System. He perished unexpectedly.

After his fall, several intermediate-level civilizations in the surrounding universe naturally took the opportunity to divide up the Storm Empire, causing this emerging nation to disappear completely into the vast starry sky.

As for why the princes of the five major powers didn't protect the Storm Empire...

"Still not licked properly."

Bai E scoffed lightly, "Give them half of the empire and see if the domain lord of that Primordial Secret Realm will stand by and watch. However, there are still quite a few realm lords in the Storm God Lord's family. What role they played in the destruction of the Storm Empire... that's really hard to say."

All I can say is that the universe contains everything.

The fall of the immortals and the division of the star system by the realm lord in alliance with the other empires is itself a wise way of survival.

Otherwise, without a strong leader to oversee them, clinging to their original interests will either lead to their extermination or them becoming interstellar slaves.

Therefore, the Storm God Clan's actions were correct.

By abandoning most of their visible assets to preserve the foundation of their race, they can reclaim everything they have lost should another immortal god be born within their clan.

Of course, the most important thing for Cretaceous now is to find the banquet hall that was destroyed.

"It's time to have a talk with the manager of Wind Chime Star!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai'e quickly ascended into the air. His powerful mental energy swept across the area and quickly locked onto a ninth-order cosmic-level target.

After some "friendly exchanges," he successfully arrived at his destination and saw a magnificent building.

"Where is this place?"

The Butterfly Race, at a cosmic level, hesitated to speak.

Finally, under the threat of chalk, he answered honestly.

"It's a shop under the name of the Skyfrost Empire's royal family, mainly selling treasures, plant life, force weapons... all kinds of things."

"knew!"

Bai E nodded slightly, then strode forward, completely ignoring the dissuasion from behind.

"Guest, what's going on here...?"

"I need to walk around here a couple of times, you guys just go about your business."

Suddenly, the shop assistant's eyes became vacant.

Even the thugs in the shadows were completely blinded by the light, ignoring Bai'e, a living, breathing person, and letting him wander around the shop as he pleased.

Finally, the chalk stopped at one place.

"Is this the inner treasure vault of the Heavenly Fortune Tower? What are you looking for, sir?" The Butterfly Race's cosmic-level expert followed along, his expression somewhat unnatural.

Although he was the administrator of the planet, he dared not trespass on the outposts of these powerful forces on Wind Chime Star.

I never expected that the chalk would just walk right in.

If this gets out...

"No one will know what happened today. Even if they do, it's just a matter of fighting with the Heavenly Frost God."

"I can handle a mere beginner-level immortal military lord!"

As he spoke, Bai'e turned to look behind him, and immediately a slender figure quickly approached, activated the key, entered multiple passwords, and opened the treasure vault.

Then.

After wandering around inside, Bai Er finally stopped on the third floor and saw the changes he wanted on the light screen.

[Limited Simulation Attempts (Residual) +1]

let's start!

[Current number of simulations: 1 → 0 (limited)]

[Please select your simulation character: A. A golden snake demon that has cultivated for ten thousand years, B. Nine Heavens Cloud Spirit, C. Chaofeng]

White chalk's gaze fell on options 'B' and 'C'.

Obviously, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will likely choose one of the simulations this time.

The Nine Heavens Cloud Spirit is a natural spirit, and can be considered to be of the same lineage as the Three Immortals and the God of Wealth Zhao Gongming. Moreover, the Cloud Spirit has a large range of activity, making it easier to discover treasures.

Secondly, there is the mocking wind.

As the fourth of the nine sons of the dragon, he truly enjoyed many benefits from the dragon race in the early primordial era.

Dragons are a treasure trove of riches. With such a powerful race and a strong backing, the chances of obtaining treasures are naturally higher than in other places.

However, in the early days of the dragon race...

"A Golden Immortal is no better than a dog, only a Great Luo Immortal can tremble a little. Forget it, a little dragon from the Immortal Realm, even if it really grows up in the Dragon Clan, is destined to be cannon fodder."

"This time, I choose Nine Heavens Cloud Spirit!"

Suddenly the screen changed again, and the original options were distorted into text, beginning to unfold step by step.

Heaven is divided into nine palaces, and earth extends into thirty-six layers.

You are a drifting cloud born from an endless sea of ​​clouds; you have been drifting since birth, and have been drifting for countless years.

Everyone says the heavens are wonderful, but you, a native, know just how harsh the environment there truly is—thunder and fire, lightning, ice, gales… the ever-changing celestial phenomena carry terrifying destructive power; even a single wisp of it could obliterate you, this little sprite born of the earth.

Fortunately, the cloud layer you are in is relatively safe.

[Nurtured by the pure energy of heaven, you have successfully developed intelligence and drawn upon the most suitable spring and summer winds to cultivate a source of energy.]

The source of wind is the foundation of wind-based supernatural powers.

[You are kind by nature, and the wind source you nurtured is the "Cicada Knows the Wind Seed," which governs life and has the potential to transform into the "Cicada Knows the Divine Wind," which controls the withering and flourishing of plants.]

However, the universe is not static.

As the primordial world expanded, various worlds evolved within the chaos, causing changes in the celestial palace and triggering all sorts of crises.

[Faced with the frequent raging fire and violent storms, and the chilling frost and rain that could freeze the soul, you relied on your own understanding to avoid one calamity after another, your cultivation grew day by day, and you even cultivated a true divine wind.]

[Through this, you successfully broke through to the fairy realm.]

[Having broken through the barriers, you now possess the ability to transform into a Dao body, yet you still prefer to contemplate the flowing clouds in the morning and watch the sunset in the evening, comprehending the Great Dao with a mere cloud body.]

Unfortunately, this good fortune didn't last long.

[One day, a majestic holy voice echoed from beyond the heavens, and you saw celestial flowers falling and celestial light surging forth. Only then did you belatedly realize that a great being had shattered illusions, ascended to the position of Dao Ancestor, and become a Primordial Great Being with boundless magical power and indestructible strength.]

The Daoist Ancestor wishes to open a class and teach outside the heavens.

In an instant, countless holy beings shattered the heavens, stirring up endless chaos. As a lowly elf, you almost perished in this calamity.

At the critical moment, an incredibly powerful aura erupted, and then you felt the world shift, finding yourself in an endless ocean of clouds.

In the last second before losing consciousness, you saw a kind-looking old man in a red robe with a gentle smile.

He beckoned to you, his eyes gentle, as if looking at a junior... Sensing the same aura that resonated with you, you finally felt completely at ease and drifted off to sleep.