Chapter 14: Nine Heavens Breathing Soil

Wuman's entire body was roiling with Malevolent Energy, and he roared incessantly.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, towering trees, solid rocks, and earthen mounds were all shattered in his hands.

The Demon Beasts all around lay limp on the ground, each one trembling and filled with panic.

Wuman was angry, extremely angry.

He was actually very reluctant to stay at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

This was the base camp of the Wu Clan; although there were many of the Demon Race, they were all cunning fellows, and he rarely encountered them.

As for the powerful members of the Demon Race, whenever they met, they would flee at the first sight of each other.

He longed more for places beyond the foot of Mount Buzhou, a broader world where he could fight without restraint.

But right here at the foot of Mount Buzhou, it was one thing that the detestable stone man provoked them repeatedly, but now he had actually rushed into the tribe and snatched away his clansmen.

How could this not make Wuman furious! He chased after him in a rage, but the stone man was nowhere to be seen; he dared not show disrespect to Mount Buzhou, so he could only vent at the foot of the mountain.

Just at this moment, a whistling wind sounded overhead; Wuman looked up and his eyes immediately spewed fire.

The stone man! It was that damned stone man! The earth cracked, and Wuman shot out like a cannonball, his body wrapped in thick Malevolent Energy as he crashed directly toward his opponent.

The physical body was the Wu Clan's strongest means of attack.

Tian Yuan, who was leaping down, saw Wuman's move, and his eyes lit up as well.

He recognized the newcomer as the only Taiyi Golden Immortal of the Wu Clan from that small tribe just now.

Being one realm lower, he should be able to barely let loose and have a go.

Without any defense, Tian Yuan used the momentum of his descent, his entire figure meeting the charge head-on.

With a dull thud, Tian Yuan stopped in mid-air, while Wuman fell at an even faster speed, smashing into a ten-thousand-foot-tall peak at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Boom! The sound was like thunder rumbling; the mountain peak burst open, turning into sky-filling rubble and scattered trees.

Amidst the rising dust, a majestic figure attacked again.

His whole body was surging with Malevolent Qi, shrouded in wisps of blood mist, with faint flashes of thunder.

"The physical body is truly monstrous!" Seeing Wuman, whose momentum was even greater than before, Tian Yuan was also surprised.

He shook the residual lightning from his hands; this fellow could barely allow him to let go and fight freely.

There were no dazzling spells, only the most direct and brutal combat.

A massive fist boomed out; facing Wuman's attack, Tian Yuan did not use any defense either—it was the purest collision of physical bodies.

Around the shattered mountain peak, Wuman's body was sent flying time and time again.

Wuman's angry roars, mixed with Tian Yuan's hearty, rolling laughter, echoed in the air.

In the distance, dust billowed as the clansmen from the Wu Clan tribe finally arrived.

But looking at the scene in the field, they were all dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

Their leader, the strongest warrior in the tribe, was actually being completely suppressed and beaten by that stone man, without a shred of ability to fight back.

If Tian Yuan had relied on divine abilities or spells, it would be one thing—one could just say the opponent's Dao cultivation was profound—but that stone man was relying entirely on his physical body.

They had fought many Demon Beasts, but which member of the Demon Race dared to collide like this? Some Wu people came to their senses and shouted loudly: "Quick! Help the leader!"

Swish, swish, swish—instantly, several arrows shot out from the crowd.

The remaining numerous Wu people also rushed out fiercely, seemingly unafraid of Tian Yuan's terror.

Tian Yuan raised his hand to swat away the arrows, slammed Wuman into the ground with one punch, and grabbed the other's ankle to use him as a human weapon, sweeping him toward his back.

With sounds of bang, bang, bang, under Wuman's burly frame, many figures were sent flying, accompanied by quite a few cries of pain.

Those Wu people were only at the Golden Immortal stage; Tian Yuan's casual strike was not something they could withstand. Just as Tian Yuan was about to step forward to bundle them up and take them away, he looked up toward the northwest. There was a rumbling sound there, and many figures were rushing over; they should be Wu people from other tribes who had heard the commotion and arrived.

"Just right to take them all at once!" Saying this, he threw the Wuman in his hand out as a weapon.

Under Tian Yuan's series of attacks, this fellow was already completely bewildered.

The ten thousand races of the Primordial World inhaled and exhaled spiritual energy to strengthen their Primordial Spirit; few refined their physical bodies, and even if there were exotic beasts with strong bodies, they could not compare to the Wu Clan.

The Wu Clan's physical body was the best in the Primordial World, unmatched by anyone! The stone man before him had already exceeded his understanding.

The group of Wu people rushing over hadn't even seen the situation clearly before they were knocked head over heels by Wuman's body.

Following closely behind, a burly figure landed.

Some Wu people recognized it as that detestable stone man from Mount Buzhou.

They were all just Wu people at the Golden Immortal stage; Tian Yuan had no interest in fighting anymore. He opened his mouth and spat, and a yellow light unfolded, a hazy yellow expanse that shrouded all the Wu people, and then he sucked them all into his belly in one gulp.

The Wu Clan is just great; unlike capturing the Demon Race earlier, where he had to search all over the mountains and plains, and could only take them one by one.

Catching the Wu Clan is different; he gets a whole basketful in one go.

He scanned his surroundings, and seeing there were no more Wu people, Tian Yuan leaped away and disappeared onto the Heavenly Pillar, Mount Buzhou.

Half a day later, Tian Yuan appeared again at the foot of Mount Buzhou, his face beaming with joy.

This time he didn't have the patience to teach them a lesson one by one; he just threw them next to Wutie and then returned to the sacred mountain to watch.

The monstrous will emitted by Mount Buzhou was the best persuasion.

The Wu Clan was different from the Demon Race; they did not fear the mixed will in the air, and Tian Yuan did not worry about any danger.

Those of the Demon Race were near the north side, and the Wu Clan was on this end, separated by two Main Veins, so they would not meet for the time being.

Just as Tian Yuan had expected, after merely glancing around, they rampaged through the Earth Veins, venting the anger in their hearts.

Their efficiency in purifying the Earth Veins could be said to be one against a hundred compared to the Demon Race.

Recalling the many Wu Clan tribes he had encountered in his mind, Tian Yuan flew directly toward the nearest one.

In half a day, he arrived at his destination: on a vast plain, stretching for several miles, it was much larger than the previous tribe, with nearly ten thousand people.

The surging blood energy of the Wu Clan could be sensed from far away.

In this tribe, there were three early-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal Wu people, and the rest were mostly at the Golden Immortal stage, numbering at least five or six thousand.

Golden Immortals are as common as dogs; that is indeed the case.

Tian Yuan opened his mouth and spat out a golden-yellow expanse, sending yellow dust surging toward the tribe in the distance.

In an instant, three figures exuding formidable auras rushed out from below, but unfortunately, a flash of yellow light submerged those three Wu people.

The dust rolled down, shrouding the entire tribe.

After a few breaths, the yellow soil faded, leaving only the Wu people below the Golden Immortal realm panicking and roaring in the tribe.

Nine Heavens Breathing Soil!

A Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure, the only magic treasure Tian Yuan had refined. It grows with the wind and has infinite, wondrous transformations! Nine Heavens Breathing Soil is a type of divine soil that can grow continuously; there is plenty of it on Mount Buzhou, but the true Innate Origin Soil is only that one scoop from beneath the Innate Gourd Vine.

What he held in his palm was just a little bit that the Gourd Vine had spared for him.

"Good treasure! If I refine it for another ten thousand years, it should be just about completely restored!" Stroking his chest, Tian Yuan was very satisfied.

With their origins in harmony, this was the magic treasure most suited to him.

(End of this chapter)