Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 8 Changes in Skull Mountain
Deep within the White Bone Cave.

Ma Yuan remained seated cross-legged on the blue stone cushion.

The Dao Ancestor's decree, which came from beyond the nine heavens, resounded clearly within his primordial spirit like a great bell.

However, this news, which was enough to shake the entire prehistoric world, did not cause even the slightest ripple in his mind.

He simply opened his eyes slowly.

There was no shock, no envy, in his deep eyes.

Only a calm that sees through everything.

"The Eastern King Father, the Western Queen Mother..."

Ma Yuan muttered to himself.

As expected, what was bound to happen finally happened.

For other creatures in the primordial world.

This is the supreme glory bestowed by the Dao Ancestor, and the turning of the tide of the Heavenly Dao.

But in the eyes of this time traveler who knows the future.

This was nothing more than a farce whose ending was already predetermined.

It was an obvious pawn placed by the sage Hongjun.

A pawn used to test the bottom line of the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race, balance the forces of the Primordial World, and ultimately push the Demon and Witch Races to an irreconcilable confrontation.

This person is Dong Wang Gong.

It may seem glamorous, but in reality, it is a pitiful and lamentable situation.

Although his cultivation level and background are both quite good.

However, he was still quite different from the most powerful beings in the primordial world.

If not for the Dao Ancestor's decree, he would never have been able to govern the scattered cultivators of the prehistoric world, establish the so-called Immortal Court, and stand on equal footing with Emperor Jun and Taiyi.

However, this person was arrogant and ambitious, and wanted to expand his influence after gaining some favor.

Holding a dragon-headed cane, he truly believed himself to be the chosen sovereign of the primordial world.

How could such actions not lead to death?
Ma Yuan could almost foresee it.

Next, the Eastern King Duke will definitely establish the so-called Celestial Court with Zifu Continent as the center, recruiting immortals everywhere, and trying to bring all the scattered immortal forces that do not submit to the control of the demon race under his command.

His arrogant actions will undoubtedly touch upon the core interests of the demon race's heavenly court.

A fierce battle over the legitimacy of the world is about to begin.

After the Celestial Court was destroyed and the Eastern King Duke died and his Dao dissipated.

Having accumulated endless hatred, the Lich and Demon races will have no more buffer time and will gradually enter the bloodiest and most brutal struggle for hegemony.

At that time, the entire primordial land will be transformed into a battlefield.

Slaughter will become the sole theme of the world.

Bloodshed among the Great Luo Immortals and the fall of Quasi-Saints will become commonplace.

"The tripartite balance of power has been established, and the prelude to a great calamity is gradually unfolding."

Ma Yuan had a clear mind and his thoughts were crystal clear.

But he did not feel any tension or anxiety because of this.

Because none of this has anything to do with him.

Whether you're a celestial court or a demon court, the struggle for supremacy never ends.

Let the war between the liches and demons rage on, staining the primordial world with blood.

Ma Yuan only wanted to stay in his own little corner of the world, cultivate peacefully, and carry out the word "steady" to the very end.

It is better to ask for yourself than for others.

Rather than pinning their hopes on joining a certain faction for protection.

It's far more practical to build one's own dojo into an impregnable fortress.

Think of this.

Ma Yuan slowly stood up, ending this long period of seclusion.

He strolled out of the cold, secluded cave that had stood there for countless ages, intending to examine the fruits of his labor in building walls and stockpiling grain over the years. The moment he stepped out of the cave...

Even though her mind was already as calm as still water, a hint of relief and satisfaction couldn't help but flash in her eyes.

The scene before him was completely different from the desolate and lifeless place he had first arrived at.

Skull Mountain remains the same rugged mountain range shaped like a demon's skull.

But the dense, oppressive aura of malevolence, violence, and death that had permeated the mountains for years had now become much thinner.

It was no longer that oppressive, sticky darkness.

Instead, it resembles a thin mist in the mountains at dawn, even revealing a hazy beauty under the sunlight.

Outside the cave.

The once barren rocky ground is now teeming with life.

All these changes stem from Ma Yuan's meticulous management over the years.

During the thousands of years he spent in seclusion refining the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, he was not completely oblivious to the outside world.

Every so often, he would awaken briefly from a deep state of meditation.

He used his magical power to carefully tend to the exotic flowers, rare herbs, and spiritual plants that he had transplanted from all over the primordial world.

In particular, the three low-grade innate spiritual roots in one corner of the cave—the Pure Heart Glazed Bamboo—are growing exceptionally well.

The bamboo stalks became increasingly translucent, as if carved from fine blue glass. Each bamboo leaf shimmered with a faint, clear light, exuding a refreshing and invigorating fragrance.

These three spiritual roots are like three tireless purification arrays.

It constantly absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, cleansing the negative energy accumulated in Skull Mountain over countless eons, transforming it into the purest spiritual energy.

When Ma Yuan walked up to the bamboo, he could clearly feel that even the air had become exceptionally fresh. Taking a breath of it brought a sense of comfort and tranquility to his spirit.

Besides these three Qingxin Liuli bamboos.

He also planted all sorts of spiritual roots on the open space next to him.

Although their quality is far inferior to that of innate spiritual roots, they have the advantage of being more diverse in type.

On an unknown fruit tree, several fist-sized red fruits, emitting an enticing fragrance, were growing. These were the Crimson Blood Vermilion Fruits, an acquired spiritual root he had found on the edge of an ancient battlefield.

Consuming it can strengthen the body's vital energy and blood, and temper the physical body.

In another crevice of the rocks, several clumps of acquired spiritual herbs, shaped like dragon whiskers, grew, called Tranquilizing Herbs.

When lit, its unique fragrance helps cultivators clear their minds and enter a meditative state more quickly.

Furthermore, he planted some unique plants that could gather the spiritual energy of the five elements or emit a mesmerizing mist, possessing their own protective power, at various key points on the mountain.

These spiritual roots and immortal plants not only brought vibrant life to the desolate Skull Mountain.

Furthermore, it has invisibly connected with the earth's veins of Skull Mountain, forming a purely natural protective array.

Today, Skull Mountain is no longer the menacing place that everyone hates.

Instead, the mountain air is clear and refreshing, with hidden spiritual energy, lush vegetation, and occasional alighting of celestial birds, giving it the appearance of a blessed land of immortals.

Ma Yuan stood with his hands behind his back on the mountaintop, facing the strong wind, overlooking the paradise he had created with his own hands, and felt an unprecedented sense of peace in his heart.

This is the most solid training ground he built for himself in this cruel and desolate world.

"not enough."

Ma Yuan's gaze was deep as he thought to himself.

"The landscape has only been initially altered. To truly rest easy, we need to set up a real innate grand formation to completely lock down the secrets of this place, thus preventing any prying and avoiding any future karmic consequences."

He already had a complete plan in mind.

First lay the foundation, then set up the formation.

Step by step, he transformed his Skull Mountain and White Bone Cave into an absolute domain where he remained unmoved no matter how great the external floods were.

"Dong Wang Gong... I hope you can hold on for a little longer."

Ma Yuan glanced at the eastern horizon.

The more you cause trouble in the East China Sea, the more attention you attract.

The primordial continent will then have more time of peace and stability.

(End of this chapter)