Primordial Era: I, Zhao Gongming, refuse to be an experience pack.

If one's foundation is shallow, one's fortune will not last long. In the midst of a great calamity, how can one compete with those who have deep roots and extraordinary good fortune?

"System, immediately use the free opportunity for foundational analysis!" Zhao Gongming's gaze was firm, and he didn't hesitate. Addressing the weaknesses in foundational analysis was the top priority!

[Instructions received. Use the 'Preliminary Footwork Calculation Opportunity' to improve the host's footwork...]

[Deduction consumes 500 Hongmeng Points... Deduction in progress...]

A gentle yet profound power descended from the darkness, enveloping Zhao Gongming's entire body.

He felt as if his own essence was being washed and nourished in a clear spring, or as if it were being forged and purified in a furnace.

The innate spiritual essence that originated from the transformation of the gentle breeze began to undergo a subtle yet essential transformation, becoming more solid and pure, and its affinity with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth was also quietly increasing.

[Deduction complete!]

[Congratulations, host! Your innate ability has been upgraded from 'Innate Being (Lower Middle)' to 'Innate Being (Ultimate)'!]

hum!

The moment the foundation was fully upgraded, the magical power that had been flowing smoothly within Zhao Gongming's body suddenly surged!

As if some invisible shackles had been broken, the vast immortal energy spontaneously circulated wildly along the path of the "Shangqing Basic Immortal Method". The rich innate spiritual energy on Jin'ao Island gathered again. Although its momentum was not as terrifying as the Chaos God and Demon had imagined, it was still far beyond the scene of ordinary celestial immortals cultivating.

The bottleneck was broken immediately!

Late-stage Celestial Immortal... Perfect Celestial Immortal!

It happened naturally and without any hindrance.

His total magical power increased several times over, becoming more refined and condensed. His primordial spirit became clear, and his perception and control of the surrounding spiritual energy became much more acute.

Zhao Gongming clenched his fists, feeling the power flowing through his body, far stronger than before, and a flame of hope ignited in his eyes.

The ultimate form of innate life!

This is already an extraordinary achievement, enough to rank it among the top among the billions of living beings in the primordial world.

Although there is still a gap between them and the very top elites, they are no longer a weak point that can be easily manipulated, and they have the initial qualifications to participate in the struggle for the Great Dao!

More importantly, he saw hope and the infinite possibilities that the system could bring.

Such an improvement from just a preliminary simulation—what if it happens in the future…

"I have 500 Harmony Points left..." Zhao Gongming looked at the panel in his mind, his thoughts racing.

The most urgent task is to acquire stronger techniques, maximize the potential of my current abilities, and improve my strength as soon as possible.

He sat down cross-legged, not immediately using the remaining Primordial Points, but first stabilizing his newly broken-through Celestial Immortal Perfection realm, while his mind raced as he considered his future path.

The Investiture of the Gods was like a sword hanging over his head, but at least for now, he was no longer the bewildered Zhao Gongming who could only wait for the judgment of fate.

He took a deep breath, the memories from another part of his life intertwining with the resolute determination of the moment, transforming into an unwavering resolve deep within his eyes.

"The road must be walked step by step. Tribulations must be overcome step by step." Zhao Gongming murmured to himself, his voice soft, yet it seemed to carry the sharp edge of severing the shackles of fate.

"Let's start with this Golden Turtle Island, and with my identity as the eldest outer disciple of Biyou Palace... In this life, my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!"

He slowly closed his eyes, his aura gradually becoming calm and merging with the spiritual energy of Penglai Immortal Island, thus beginning his true cultivation in this life.

This is an unprecedented experience.

If the previous cultivation was based on the instinct of transforming the breeze into form, and one groped around in ignorance, then now, with the support of the "innate being (ultimate)", cultivation has become an instinctive breathing.

The dense, innate spiritual energy on Jin'ao Island was no longer an external object that required effort to attract and refine, but rather, like a weary bird returning to its forest, it actively and naturally flowed into his limbs and bones.

Every pore opened up, greedily absorbing spiritual energy and Dao principles. A thin yet profound light lingered around him, a natural manifestation of his increased affinity with the Great Dao and his interaction with heaven and earth.

The realm of a Celestial Immortal was completely consolidated within a few hours, and the purity of his magical power far surpassed that of before.

Zhao Gongming could clearly feel that the wisp of immortal energy at this moment was comparable to the three wisps of energy in the past. The qualitative change brought about the improvement in combat power was far beyond the simple accumulation of quantity.

"Hoo..." He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, which transformed into a faint white arrow of energy in front of him, shooting several feet away before dissipating.

Feeling the unprecedented surge of power within him, Zhao Gongming's fear born of destiny was finally largely suppressed. Power, only power, was the foundation for survival in this primordial world.

He once again focused his mind, looking at the [Hongmeng Points: 500] on the semi-transparent light screen, his brows furrowing slightly.

The improvement in footwork consumed 500 points.

These 500 points, in exchange for the infinite possibilities of his path, were priceless. But the remaining 500 points seemed insufficient.

"System, how many points are needed to deduce the cultivation technique?" he asked silently.

[The option to deduce cultivation techniques is now available:]

[I. Innate-level Shangqing Immortal Technique: Derived from the "Basic Shangqing Immortal Technique," it perfectly matches the host's background, increasing cultivation efficiency tenfold and mana purity threefold. Requires 800 Hongmeng Points.]

[II. Chaos-Level Nine Revolutions Chaos Divine Art: Tracing the host's primordial origin, deducing the supreme inheritance of Pangu's orthodox lineage, combining body tempering and qi refinement, upon completion of nine revolutions, one can prove the Primordial Chaos Realm. Requires 10000 Primordial Chaos Points.]

Looking at these two options, Zhao Gongming's eyes twitched slightly.

10,000 points!

The name "Nine Revolutions Chaos Divine Art" alone exudes an indescribable domineering and profound power, but the consumption of 10,000 points is like an insurmountable chasm, making him hesitate to attempt it.

However, the innate-level Shangqing Immortal Technique requires 800 points, and he is still 300 points short.

"Points... We must acquire more Harmony Points as soon as possible!"

Zhao Gongming stood up, deciding to stop sitting there.

He needed to familiarize himself with Jin'ao Island, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, and he also needed to integrate into the identity of the outer disciple of the Jie Sect.

Working in isolation is ultimately a dead end; only by engaging with the world can one find opportunities.

He pushed open the stone door of the cave, and a gentle sea breeze, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees and a refreshing spiritual energy, rushed towards him.

Looking out, the mountains are verdant, shrouded in mist, with rare flowers blooming everywhere and auspicious beasts lurking about.

In the distance, a waterfall cascades down like a silver river, crashing into a clear pool and splashing up countless droplets of water that refract a rainbow of colors in the sunlight.

This is Biyou Palace, the sacred site of sages, a place where all immortals come to pay homage.

He walked slowly along the mountain stone path, using his fused memories to find his way.

Along the way, disciples of the Jie Sect would often pass by on the wind or on the clouds. When they saw Zhao Gongming, they would stop and bow to him from a distance.