Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 3 Golden Immortal Dao Fruit
There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and it is so cold that I don’t know the year.

For Ma Yuan, who is devoted to spiritual practice, time is the most meaningless measure.

When he awoke once again from that deep state of complete absorption in the world and the meditative state.

The malevolent aura outside the cave seemed to have thinned out a bit.

Another thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ma Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

This time.

His eyes now held a deeper, more insightful understanding of the world.

A thousand years of arduous cultivation.

The Golden Immortal Dao Fruit within his body shone ever brighter.

The Dao Fruit suspended in the center of the Purple Mansion's sea of ​​consciousness was now like a miniature glazed sun, its radiance restrained, yet with endless Daoist charm interwoven and flowing upon it.

Each breath in and out.

They can all resonate with a trace of the laws of heaven and earth.

Every gesture he makes contains immense power far surpassing that of the past.

This is the wondrous use of the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit.

Once it is condensed, it means that the cultivator's own path has a foundation.

From then on, it was no longer simply about absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Instead, they were able to begin to manipulate the laws, comprehend the origins, and truly embark on the path to pursuing the Great Dao.

Although it is still a long way from the threshold of the mid-stage Golden Immortal realm.

But this thousand-year-old, meticulous process has laid an incredibly solid foundation for Ma Yuan.

His greatest gain did not come from the increase in his magical power.

Rather, it stems from the understanding of one's own innate supernatural abilities.

He had already thoroughly explored the giant, dark blue hand that emerged from the void behind his head.

He was no longer satisfied with using it as a weapon against the enemy.

Instead, they traced back to the source, immersing their entire mind in that faint yet supreme Daoist principle of cause and effect.

This is a tedious and difficult process, no different from an ordinary person trying to peek into the secrets of heaven.

However, thanks to his advanced knowledge brought by his soul from a later generation, Ma Yuan managed to carve out a glimmer of light for himself in this chaos.

"Cause and effect are the web of the Great Dao, and all living beings are caught in it..."

Ma Yuan opened his palm.

A faint, mysterious aura lingered in his palm.

Sometimes it transforms into swimming fish, and sometimes it condenses into silk threads.

It eventually vanished quietly, as if it had never existed.

He succeeded.

He successfully gleaned a trace of the true meaning of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect from his innate supernatural power!

Although it is just a drop in the ocean, not even a fraction of the whole picture.

But this means that his future path of cultivation has already laid the most solid foundation.

Ordinary cultivators base their practice on the Great Dao, such as the Five Elements, Yin and Yang, and Wind and Thunder.

And he will take the supreme Dao of Cause and Effect as his foundation!

Once one has mastered this path to a certain degree, and is at the same Golden Immortal level, who can be his opponent?
Every action can trigger cause and effect, and every move can lock in one's fate.

Such methods are enough to send chills down the spine of any opponent, just by thinking about them.

Just as Ma Yuan was basking in the joy of his own progress.

The entire primordial world suddenly trembled slightly.

A vast, majestic, and supreme aura emanated from the endless chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, instantly spreading to every corner of the primordial world.

Mountains and rivers fall silent, streams cease flowing, and all living things bow their heads in reverence.

Ma Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

A quick calculation revealed the answer instantly.

"Master Hongjun, it's time for the second sermon!"

In an instant, terrifying auras that had been dormant for countless ages rose into the sky from the primordial land.

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, three streams of pure energy pierced through the heavens and earth, carrying supreme majesty as they headed straight for the outer heavens.

Deep in the Northern Ocean, a giant Kun (a mythical fish) swings its tail, soaring straight up ninety thousand miles, its back stretching for countless miles.

A crimson rainbow streaked across the sky from the Netherworld Blood Sea, its malevolent aura soaring to the heavens…

Countless reclusive masters and ancient saints emerged from their respective dojos, transforming into streams of light and converging in the same direction: the Outer Heavens and the Purple Cloud Palace.

Ma Yuan stood at the entrance of the White Bone Cave.

Gazing at this scene from afar, a sense of longing and excitement couldn't help but rise in my heart.

That was the Daoist patriarch preaching!
It tells the story of the quasi-saint path, the method of severing the three corpses!
It is the highest level of cultivation method in the primordial world!

If he could attend the lectures, even if he only grasped a tiny bit, it would be enough to benefit him immensely, saving him countless eons of arduous cultivation.

"Is there a chance to give it a try?" Once this thought arose, it could not be suppressed.

He knew that the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace were a predetermined number, all of whom were people of good fortune and virtue.

My foundation is shallow, and my karma has not yet been eliminated.

When he first preached, I was still in a state of ignorance and naturally had no chance to see him.

But now, he is no longer the same person he once was.

Having solidified his Golden Immortal cultivation and begun to glimpse the path of cause and effect, there is still a chance.

Fortune favors the bold! Being steady doesn't mean being complacent; opportunities should still be seized!
Once he made up his mind, Ma Yuan no longer hesitated.

With a flicker, he emerged from the Bone Cave, transforming into a deep, dark stream of light. He concealed all his aura and followed the trajectory of those powerful beings, soaring straight into the heavens.

Passing through layers of celestial energy, traversing endless seas of stars.

Ma Yuan arrived at this realm called Tianwaitian for the first time.

However, the scene before him shook him to his core.

There is no direction, no time or space, no spiritual energy, and not even any laws!
As far as the eye could see, there was only a hazy, churning, chaotic airflow.

Every wisp of air was as heavy as a mountain, filled with an aura of destruction and assimilation.

His protective aura, under the onslaught of the chaotic energy, emitted a hissing sound as it was rapidly eroded and dissolved.

A sharp pain shot through my body, as if I were about to be crushed and disintegrated by this chaos, returning to nothingness.

"What domineering chaotic energy!"

Ma Yuan was terrified and immediately activated all his magical power to protect himself.

He looked around and saw those powerful beings who had preceded him.

Or perhaps it is protected by an innate spiritual treasure, emitting a dazzling light that dispels chaos.

Or perhaps they possess mysterious supernatural powers, their bodies merge with the Dao, and they thrive in chaos.

However, the legendary Zixiao Palace has not been found at all.

It seems to exist, yet it also seems not to exist.

It can only be perceived by those who are destined to find it, and cannot be deliberately sought out.

Ma Yuan struggled in the chaos for a moment, then felt his magical power was greatly depleted and his physical body was overwhelmed.

He understood that the gap between himself and those great beings was beyond comprehension.

more importantly.

He felt no connection whatsoever to the Purple Cloud Palace.

It was as if an invisible barrier completely separated him from that supreme abode.

"It is destiny... indeed it is destiny."

A sudden realization dawned on Ma Yuan's mind.

The three thousand mortals visiting Zixiao Palace are a predetermined fate.

The fact that he was not allowed to enter during the first sermon meant that he was not among the three thousand and had no connection with the lineage of the Dao Ancestor.

The two subsequent sermons were naturally unrelated to him.

It cannot be forced.

Once he understood this, Ma Yuan's frustration and resentment vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a sense of calm.

It is better to ask for yourself than for others.

Hearing the Dao is an immense opportunity, but one's own path of cause and effect is equally smooth and easy!
Without the slightest hesitation, Ma Yuan immediately turned around, retracing his steps, and, in a disheveled yet decisive manner, broke out of the chaos and returned to the primordial world.

He breathed a long sigh of relief when his feet touched the solid ground of Skull Mountain again.

"Very well, the path of the sage is not for me, so I will walk my own path."

He raised his head, feeling the terrifying pressure in the primordial world disappear, and realized that his opportunity had come.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti, Dijun, Taiyi, Styx, Kunpeng...

Almost all the powerful beings standing at the top of the primordial pyramid.

They have all gathered at Zixiao Palace and will not return for at least several thousand years.

For him, the danger level of the current prehistoric land has undoubtedly been greatly reduced.

"My cultivation is now stable, and my supernatural abilities have reached a certain level. This is the perfect time to travel and search for one or two suitable magical treasures to protect my path!"

He is now a Golden Immortal with the power of the Karma Divine Hand.

As long as you don't actively provoke those reclusive old monsters in famous mountains and rivers, you'll have more than enough to protect yourself.

Take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime window of opportunity.

Go and visit the locations where you believe treasures will be discovered in the future; you might just find something incredible.

With this in mind, Ma Yuan no longer hesitated.

He returned to his cave and simply set up an array to conceal his presence.

Then he transformed into an inconspicuous stream of light and left Skull Mountain, where he had cultivated for thousands of years.

(End of this chapter)