From the Xishan Cave Heaven, specks of spiritual light drifted, and wood qi permeated the air. A towering figure, a hundred thousand zhang tall, stood erect.
Endless wood qi from all directions descended upon the five million li of mountains and rivers of Xishan, nourishing luxuriant vegetation. Spring waters flowed eastward, beasts awakened, and myriad serpents coiled. Dormant primal instincts began to stir. The hormones of the Spring God, scattered upon the bodies of millions of spiritual snakes, would soon lead to the birth of countless young serpents in the land of Xishan.
Qing Ling had entered his fourth Yuan Hui in the Primordial World, and it had begun.
Xishan’s strength had thus ascended another level. The number of spiritual snakes had increased to over two hundred million, with tens of thousands at the Earthly level, nearly a thousand at the Heavenly level, and the number of Golden Immortal Venerables had surpassed single digits, now totaling eleven.
Even Qi, that young fellow, had cultivated to the peak of the Heavenly level. A thousand years ago, Venerable Yu had dragged him into a small dark room to begin closed-door cultivation for a breakthrough to Golden Immortal.
As for the cultivation of the Golden Immortal Venerables, there had been no significant progress. Previously, the restoration of the Xishan Cave Heaven had already delayed them by fifty thousand years. Moreover, each step forward for a Golden Immortal took ten Yuan Hui, and that was without encountering any bottlenecks.
This illustrated that for a Golden Immortal to cultivate to the Grand Unity realm, it would likely require forty to fifty Yuan Hui. Granny Hua Geng, who had cultivated and broken through to the Grand Unity realm, was already an old snake who had lived for seventy to eighty Yuan Hui.
Qing Ling’s seven thousand eight hundred-plus years of arduous cultivation had yielded considerable gains. He had consecutively swallowed nearly seven zhang of Nine Yuan Heavy Water, greatly astonishing Granny Hua Geng.
One must know that a single drop of Nine Yuan Heavy Water was sufficient to cultivate a mortal snake to the Profound level, break through to the Earthly level, ascend to the Heavenly level, and even reach the peak of the Heavenly level!
And one zhang of Nine Yuan Heavy Water contained at least tens of thousands of drops. Seven zhang of it was enough to forge three to four hundred thousand Heavenly-level cultivators.
Yet, it had all gone into his own stomach. Even the true Bashee, let alone Qi with his Bashee bloodline, would have been burst to death.
But Qing Ling remained alive and well. Moreover, even seven zhang of Nine Yuan Heavy Water had not filled his Dantian world.
It had merely amplified his sea of spiritual power severalfold, expanding from its former twenty million li to ninety million li. With just two or three more Yuan Hui of hard cultivation, he might be able to break through to Golden Immortal!
Currently, there were only a few hundred drops of Nine Yuan Heavy Water left in the clan. Even if three Sea Stabilizing Divine Pearls accumulated for one Yuan Hui, they could only produce several hundred drops of Eight Yuan Heavy Water.
However, the people of the Xishan clan would not rely solely on heaven and earth spiritual treasures to cultivate shallow magic power.
Qing Ling was now not far from Golden Immortal. With the compression of his vast Dantian world, even the most superficial magic power would be refined and purified to its utmost.
A Celestial Immortal possessing a Dantian world of ten thousand zhang held great promise for the future!
After Granny Hua Geng announced her participation in the Ten Thousand Races Sacred Rite to the clan, she set off with two Golden Immortal Venerables and twelve Heavenly-level clan members. One was Venerable Du, and the other was Venerable Chi. Both of these Golden Immortals had cultivated for a considerable period and possessed combat strength significantly superior to those who had just entered the Golden Immortal realm. Venerable Chi Li and Venerable Yu remained to guard Xishan and the Western Baicang Mountain, respectively.
As the family grew, caution became necessary.
Chi Li, a Golden Immortal Venerable of similar age to Hua Geng, was still stuck in the late stage of Golden Immortal, with Grand Unity seemingly elusive.
As for Venerable Yu, Qi’s father, he had stepped into the middle stage of Golden Immortal. Ke, worthy of being a Primordial rare species, had touched the threshold of the middle stage of Golden Immortal and entered closed-door cultivation for breakthrough.
The twelve Heavenly-level clan members were all at the late Heavenly stage. Bringing them to witness true geniuses and peerless talents, to receive the baptism of the Primordial World, might facilitate their breakthrough to Golden Immortal.
Qing Ling, along with Granny Hua Geng, embarked on the road eastward, heading towards the East Sea Dragon Palace, one of the rulers of this world and era.
Simultaneously, countless beams of light rose across the vast Primordial World, and numerous tribes began their journey to participate in the Sacred Rite of the Three Races.
Each rising beam of light signified a tribe possessing a Saint Child, a tribe with Grand Unity Great Cultivators, or even Great Luo Supremes!
Tens of thousands of cultivators traveled from all corners of the heavens and earth to the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes to participate in the Sacred Rite.
Outside the Undying Volcano of the Phoenix tribe, streams of light flowed incessantly. All birds in the world bowed in submission. Before the Undying Volcano, they gazed up at the peak of the fiery red volcano. A grand platform, reaching the apex of the heavens, was exquisitely ornate and exuded supreme imperial majesty. Even though no one was present, no one dared to even imagine standing upon it.
For that platform was named the Phoenix Platform, and in all the world, only one being could stand upon it: Yuan Feng, the ancestor of the myriad phoenixes.
West of Mount Buzhou stood a divine mountain, nearly half the height of Mount Buzhou, as if the Qilin were paying homage to Buzhou. Seen from behind, it resembled a Qilin overlooking all beings.
In forests and plains, deep mountains and old woods, Grand Unity Great Cultivators rushed towards the mountains and rivers, heading for the Sacred Rite of the Ten Thousand Races, to pay homage to the might of the Twin Kings on the Qilin Divine Cliff.
In the center of the East Sea, thousands of billions of li away from the continent, three divine mountains stood tens of millions of zhang tall in the East Sea. The divine mountains formed a surrounding formation, protecting an area of ten million li of sea.
At this moment, within the ten million li of sea, a vast abyss appeared, seemingly plunging directly to the bottom of the sea. A magnificent Dragon Palace, constructed from endless precious crystals, emerged. Its dazzling treasure light outshone any divine ability or spell.
Endless crystals emitted dazzling rays under the sun. The grand palace, built from immeasurable spiritual treasures and rare heavenly materials, was adorned with coiling divine dragons, carved railings, and elevated corridors. It displayed countless rare and noble attributes.
From the western, northern, and southern seas, Tongtian-piercing, majestic Dragon Gates rose. The three seas were distant, so only through the Dragon Gate teleportation could one attend the gathering.
Thousands of cultivators and myriad beasts competed in the wind and clouds to cross. Countless strange and peculiar races were encountered. Along the way, Qing Ling saw hundreds, even thousands, of streams of light flying towards the East Sea Dragon Palace, including even rare Great Luo Golden Immortals!
Only now did Qing Ling truly and directly feel the grandeur of the Primordial World. So many Grand Unity Great Cultivators scattered across the heavens and earth, and there were Great Luo Golden Immortals whom he had never even heard of.
At this moment, he truly understood that the saying "Golden Immortals walk everywhere, Grand Unity are not even considered…" was not mere hearsay!
Standing on the first celestial layer, he looked forward and to the sides. Streaks of escaping light, like rainbows, spanned the sky. Myriad phenomena converged towards the East Sea Dragon Palace, the king of this era.
Qing Ling did not know the grandeur of the multitude of immortals coming to greet the interception of the sect, but it was definitely not as magnificent as the Sacred Rite of the Dragon Tribe and the Ten Thousand Races.
Above the East Sea, a white sun ascended, illuminating all directions. This was the radiance of the East Sea Crystal Palace. Towards the direction of the sun, wherever one might be, all paths led to the Dragon Palace.
For the first time, Qing Ling experienced the influence of the Dragon tribe! Even from trillions of li away, no tribe dared to refuse, none dared not to come.
Hua Geng's group flew for decades before finally arriving at the location of the East Sea Dragon Palace. This was still because of the Dragon tribe's prohibition: no attacks were allowed against those attending the Sacred Rite during the ceremony, and discovery would result in the extermination of the tribe!
And Qing Ling vaguely guessed why the Dragon tribe, and even the Three Races, attached such importance to the Sacred Rite: Saint Children!
Qing Ling looked at a divine mountain east of the Crystal Palace, ten million zhang high. A colossal, illusory green dragon was coiled around it. To the west, a fiery red dragon phantom coiled. To the north, a black dragon phantom surrounded it. The majestic dragon might terrified the myriad races. Before the mountains and seas, Qing Ling felt so small for the first time.
The people behind Qing Ling, besides being awestruck, had to suppress the bloodline suppression of the majestic dragon might.
Granny Hua Geng smiled, "Enduring the fullness of the dragon’s might is also a good thing for you. It can temper you a little."
Venerable Du felt uncomfortable all over, his mind suppressed by the dragon might, and said, "Grandmother, let's leave quickly."
Qing Ling laughed, "Don't, Du. Don't you always say you never admit defeat to any bloodline suppression? How can you not stand it as soon as we arrive?"
"You..." Venerable Du was choked by Qing Ling and felt as if something was stuck in his throat. He was too embarrassed to say anything more.
Granny Hua Geng smiled, "The pressure from these three divine mountains comes from the residual phantom images of the Dragon tribe's three supreme founding ancestors.
The Dragon tribe has five supreme founding ancestors: Dragon Ancestor, Candle Dragon, Black Dragon, Green Dragon, and a fifth mysterious ancestor whose identity is unknown.
This is what allows the Dragon tribe to face the Phoenix tribe and the Qilin tribe without fear.
Although the Primordial World is ruled by the Three Races, the vastness of the Four Seas and their coastlines are occupied by the Dragon tribe. Only by the combined efforts of the three ancestors of the Phoenix tribe and the twin kings of the Qilin tribe can they contend with the Dragon tribe.
The Dragon tribe is the undisputed overlord of this era!"