"Young Master, how long have I been asleep?"
As Qin Wudao pondered, a weary, ancient voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
The system? No!
"Senior, have you awakened?"
Overjoyed, Qin Wudao mobilized a strand of his soul’s power to stealthily access the East Emperor Bell. Seeing the spectral figure of the Kun Daoist, he quickly asked.
"I woke up earlier because I felt a familiar aura!"
The Kun Daoist chuckled before asking, "The aura of the Primordial Sovereign? Where is this?"
The Primordial Sovereign he was referring to was the Primordial Supre!
In ancient tis, he had followed the Kunlun Daoist and had t the Primordial Supre. Hence, he was very familiar with the latter’s aura.
"Senior, this is the Primordial Sovereign’s inheritance space!" Qin Wudao replied.
With a faint frown, the Kun Daoist pinched his fingers together and said with puzzlent, "That’s not right. It’s not yet ti for the Primordial Sovereign’s secret realm to open. Sothing is off about this place!"
Startled, Qin Wudao asked in a deep voice, "Senior, do you know so secret?"
The Kun Daoist didn’t reply imdiately. His hands moved in a series of complex gestures, exuding an ancient aura. An array of light flickered, forming a Bagua compass that started spinning rapidly.
Piercing sounds echoed all around.
Above the compass, spots of starlight twinkled, ti and space seed to be flowing backwards until everything turned grey. It was incredibly mystical.
About ten minutes later, the Kun Daoist solemnly stated, "The Primordial Secret Realm should have erged ten years from now. Soone opened the secret realm earlier than planned!"
Upon hearing that, Qin Wudao could sll a conspiracy. A secret realm that should have opened ten years later was forcibly opened a decade early.
Who would have such audacity?
"The Primordial Secret Realm is not like the Kunlun Secret Realm. It was created by the Primordial Supre, akin to a complete world. Even an Immortal Realm Martial Artist cannot detect it, let alone open it!"
Looking at the sky, the Kun Daoist declared unwaveringly, "The only one who could do this would be ’it’!"
"Senior, who is this ’it’?" Qin Wudao asked, curiosity piqued.
The Kun Daoist shook his head and said, "Young Master, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you. Once you break through to the Chaos Emperor Realm, I will inform you!"
Seeing that the Kun Daoist was unwilling to disclose more, Qin Wudao didn’t press on and put away his curiosity for now.
"Senior, do you know how to exit this world?" Changing the topic, Qin Wudao asked.
"That’s simple. Just choose a direction and keep walking ahead until you see a Ten-Thousand Li Corridor. At the end of the corridor is the exit from this world!" The Kun Daoist responded without hesitation.
Qin Wudao nodded, his soul returned to his body, and he started to walk straight ahead.
All he saw around him was desolation. Everywhere his feet touched the ground, there were only skeletal remains. There was no sign of life.
Just keep on walking!
After two days, Qin Wudao was parched. His lips were white and cracked open in many places. Every step was exceptionally laborious, feeling as if his feet were shackled with iron blocks.
Finally, in the midst of the desert’s yellow sand, the Ten-Thousand Li Corridor appeared, winding and twisted like a dragon lying on the ground. Its end was nowhere in sight.
With renewed energy, Qin Wudao hurried into the Ten-Thousand Li Corridor. Suddenly, he felt his strength return to its peak, all the adverse effects disappeared at once.
Imdiately after, he was drawn to the murals on the corridor walls.
The first mural depicted the creation of the world, with a giant wielding dual axes, cleaving the chaotic ti and space.
The second mural represented the giant’s death. After the formation of the world, he was critically wounded and fell. His massive body transmuted into pure energy, nourishing the newly born world.
The third depicted the formation of the Dao. Under the energy provided by the fallen giant, living beings began to appear in the world. The establishnt of rules marked the birth of the original Dao.
The fourth mural showed the day-night alternation. With the Dao, the world further perfected itself, and the alternation of day and night began.
The fifth depicted the formation of the twenty-four solar terms...
The sixth mural depicted the formation of four seasons...
As Qin Wudao observed the murals, he never blinked, afraid of missing out on any fascinating details.
The murals narrated the formation of the world, the evolution of the earth, the birth of the Dao, the ergence of day and night, the purification of races, the birth of civilization, the construction of the cultivation system, the onset of wars... Each mural raised his understanding a notch higher!
After what felt like a long ti, he eventually arrived at the final mural. It might have been several tens of miles, a few hundred miles or even thousands of miles, he wasn’t sure.
This last mural was incomplete. The visible portion depicted Immortals engaged in a fierce battle, many losing their lives. However, the identity of their foe was obscured by the damaged parts of the mural.
"This Ten-Thousand Li Corridor, a microcosm of the Primordial Continent, it’s a pity the most crucial part of the mural is missing!" The Kun Daoist’s voice, filled with a sense of regret, echoed in Qin Wudao’s mind.
Qin Wudao cast a lingering glance at the incomplete mural before stepping into a spatial vortex.
What he saw in the murals had profoundly impacted him. But that was all. With his current power, he was unable to comprehend the grand sche of things.
In another space-ti continuum, the Soul Martial Ancestor also arrived at the Ten-Thousand Li Corridor. Upon seeing the final damaged mural, a cold smile adorned his face.
"This mural will never be completed. The story ends right here, right now!"
He reached out to touch the mural, his eyes full of indifference.
After passing through the spatial vortex, Qin Wudao arrived in a new world. Dense, ancient-feeling vegetation was everywhere, and looking around, one could see spiritual dicine everywhere.
Given his experiences with the two previous worlds, Qin Wudao was uncertain about the reality of the current void. Senior, this should be the normal world, right? he asked in his mind.
"Rumor has it that the Primordial Supre excels at cultivating spiritual dicine. He once transford a small world into a dicinal garden—that should be this place!" the Kun Daoist replied.
Upon hearing this, Qin Wudao was instantly ecstatic and began gathering the spiritual dicine like a diligent farr.
While digging, he was extraordinarily cautious, extracting the roots and the surrounding soil intact, which he put into his personal storage space. These dicines from the primordial tis were largely extinct. Cultivating them at ho would facilitate the refining of nurous elixirs.
After a while, he sniffed a refreshing aroma and instantly followed it to a lake.
In the center of the lake, a small island was ho to a plant bearing two fruits. One was golden while the other was silver, and they exuded a tantalizing sll.
The Gold and Silver Dragon Phoenix Fruit!
Qin Wudao was elated. This was an extinct spiritual dicine and one of the key ingredients in refining the ’Emperor Pill’.
The Emperor Pill could help Semi-Emperor peak warriors increase their chances of advancing to the Emperor Realm by multiple tis.
Moreover, the Ten-thousand-year Emperor, the Prival Emperor, and others who consud the Emperor Pill would receive various benefits.
"Be careful, there’s sothing in the water!"
Just as Qin Wudao prepared to pick the fruit, the Kun Daoist’s voice echoed, halting him in his tracks.
In the next mont, the water surface boiled, pillars of water sprang up, and a terrifying aura emanated from the lake’s depths, creating a violent storm atop the lake.
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