Chapter 2: The Heart of the Primordial World

Mount Buzhou is towering and heavy, radiating a vast might, but here, there is even more of the will roaming between heaven and earth.

They are peaceful, violent, chaotic, cruel—endless in variety, yet they are eroding the Heavenly Pillar at every moment. Even Tian Yuan can only walk upon the mountain and within the Earth Veins.

Other living beings entering this place would likely lose their way and lose their sense of self in an instant.

And now, with one Branch Vein completely cleared, Mount Buzhou can already simply resist the pollution of those roaming wills.

He might be able to catch some living beings to bring inside, to help clear and purify the Earth Veins.

Relying on himself alone, it took a full ten thousand years to comb through one Branch Vein. The Eastern Land alone has one hundred and eight Branch Veins, not to mention the three massive Main Veins.

Having arrived in the Primordial World inexplicably, Mount Buzhou is his greatest reliance.

The preaching at Purple Heaven Palace has already begun, the Witch-Demon Calamity is imminent, and he does not have much time.

The Primordial World does not count years and is vast and boundless; the number of living beings is simply uncountable. As long as there are enough living beings, he can purify and comb through more Earth Veins in a short time.

The more the Earth Veins are cleared, the stronger the will of Mount Buzhou becomes, allowing it to resist the encroachment of the surrounding consciousness, and the mountain body will inevitably become more solid and towering.

When that time comes, how could this majestic Heavenly Pillar be broken by those mere Ancestral Witches?

If he could purify and repair the Earth Veins of the entire Primordial World, then the might of Mount Buzhou alone would likely be unstoppable by anyone.

And by relying on Mount Buzhou, he will surely achieve extraordinary things, perhaps even rivaling that group of Chaos Demon Gods.

The more Tian Yuan thought about it, the more excited he became; he then stopped lingering, his figure disappearing from the Consciousness Space and returning to that valley.

The Innate Gourd Vine, swaying in the wind, did not find it strange at all to see Tian Yuan appear instantly.

Just now, the might of Father Mountain surged, and its own Dao seemed to become clearer; the Innate Gourd Vine intended to calm its mind to comprehend and cultivate.

Tian Yuan looked toward the northeast, where a thumping sound echoed faintly, as if a heart were beating.

With every vibration, he felt a weak will drift over and merge into the mountain. And the energy pouring into that Branch Vein of Mount Buzhou was also gradually strengthening.

In Tian Yuan's view, Mount Buzhou is equivalent to the heart of the Primordial World, and those Earth Veins are the blood vessels of the Primordial Land, ensuring the operation of the entire world.

Tian Yuan did not hesitate and strode toward the direction of that Branch Vein.

At present, although Mount Buzhou is not what it was at the beginning of the world's creation, it still radiates a vast might; apart from those Innate Demon Gods, few living beings reside on the mountain.

To catch some living beings, he naturally has to search at the foot of the mountain.

The direction of this cleared Earth Vein is undoubtedly the best choice; after all, standing upon the Earth Vein, he has inexhaustible Spiritual Qi to squander.

While flying, Tian Yuan casually made a gesture, and a stone the size of a human palm appeared in his palm.

The stone was five-colored, round and smooth, wrapped in a layer of five-colored halos of red, cyan, yellow, white, and black. The halo bloomed, rotated, and blurred, making the stone in his palm appear extremely mysterious.

Tian Yuan popped it into his mouth; with a crisp crunch, five-colored rays of light sprayed out, which he hurriedly swallowed in one gulp.

Dense Spiritual Qi accompanied by laws surged in; Tian Yuan looked at the faint nine-colored light shining on his chest, his eyes full of joy. "Five-Colored Divine Stones are indeed much tastier than that mud and sand."

Although he sits upon the greatest treasure of the Primordial World, he was originally just an ordinary stone man, and he lacked the strength to absorb many spiritual fruits and spiritual objects.

That he can have such achievements now is because he has been gnawing on various treasures on Mount Buzhou to improve his constitution.

Among those many heavenly materials and earthly treasures, Tian Yuan only loves divine stones and spiritual iron; not only is the texture excellent, but it also suits his constitution very well.

Mount Buzhou is vast and boundless, and many living beings search for treasures upon it, yet heavenly materials and earthly treasures are still countless.

In the past, he could only watch helplessly, but now he can eat to his heart's content.

Because he is a clone, Tian Yuan is not affected by the might of the mountain and can move freely on Mount Buzhou. Before long, he arrived at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

"Hoo!" Exhaling lightly, Tian Yuan stepped onto that Branch Vein.

Sure enough, he could easily absorb the Spiritual Qi in the Earth Vein, but he lost the ability to teleport instantly. After looking around, Tian Yuan strode forward.

Many Measure Eons have passed since the Dragon-Han Calamity, and the Wu Clan has grown stronger day by day, already showing signs of a raging fire, but the most numerous in the Primordial World are still the ten thousand clans.

Before long, Tian Yuan sensed several fluctuations, only they were somewhat weak.

In that space, although Mount Buzhou can simply resist the encroachment of roaming wills, his Dao cultivation is too weak, and he likely cannot accomplish much; after all, his trip is to find some living beings to clear and purify the Earth Veins.

They must be at least at the Golden Immortal realm, otherwise, the Spiritual Qi rushing through the Earth Veins alone would be enough to make them explode and die.

After flying for several thousand miles, they were almost all guys at the Celestial Immortal or True Immortal realm.

He looked up at the firmament, and Tian Yuan muttered, "Could it be that they have all gone to the Starry Sky to watch the excitement."

Only Great Luo Golden Immortals can enter the Chaos, but that does not prevent some weak living beings from curiously following toward the edge of the Primordial World.

Tian Yuan was not in a hurry; this was his first time down Mount Buzhou, and it was a good chance to look around.

The world is shrouded in Innate Spiritual Qi, and there are almost no living beings below the immortal realm, but due to the shackles of their origin, the Golden Immortal realm is the end of the cultivation path for the vast majority of Primordial living beings.

Finally, in a mountain stream, Tian Yuan sensed a fluctuation of the Golden Immortal realm.

The aura was weak, and the other party was hiding deep in the cliff wall; if his Earth-type laws were not strong, he might not have discovered it.

Taking a step, Tian Yuan's burly figure merged into the cliff, and when he appeared again, he had arrived in a cave ten thousand feet deep.

The cave was boundless, with strange rocks standing everywhere, emitting a faint, eerie light.

Before Tian Yuan could look closely, two blood-red eyes appeared among the jagged rocks below, and a massive body twisted in the darkness.

Scanning the other party's realm, Tian Yuan felt a little happy, and upon seeing its true form, he was even more delighted.

"Who is the fellow Daoist, and why do you intrude upon my cave dwelling?" A hoarse voice rang out, accompanied by a faint, fishy stench.

Tian Yuan laughed loudly. "You have a predestined connection with this seat; I shall grant you a great fortune!"

Having said that, he leaped up, his massive body smashing toward the bottom.

Blood Dragon was furious; he opened his mouth and spat out a dark red gale, his figure rushing straight up.

He had been in seclusion here for hundreds of thousands of years, had never held a grudge against anyone, and did not even recognize the stone man before him.

But just as his figure rose, Blood Dragon was stunned.

There was no fluctuation of magic power; that strange stone man actually did not use any spells or divine abilities, as if he intended to fight him with physical strength.

The Dragon Clan has long been in decline, but it is not something that ordinary living beings can look down upon.

"Roar!" A low roar shook the surrounding stone pillars until they crumbled with a 'pop'.

The Dragon Clan is one of the Primordial Three Clans; back then, they could fight one against two, relying on that terrifying physical body. He is a variant of the Dragon Clan, and his physical body is even more extraordinary; what is there to fear?

Yet no sooner had this thought flashed through his mind than Blood Dragon heard a "pop" sound above his head, and immediately two massive stone fragments came hurtling toward his face.

Blood Dragon:???

(End of this chapter)