The time spent traversing the void took longer than Yuan Yi had anticipated. It seemed that even with the cultivation realms of innate divinities like themselves, they still couldn’t instantly appear anywhere within the vast prehistoric world.
On this day, they stepped out of the spatial rift and arrived at one of the most supreme blessed lands in all of the prehistoric world—the ancestral root of all veins, Kunlun.
To the east of Kunlun lay the Daoist sanctum of the Three Purities, while to the west resided the domain of another ancient divine being—the leader of all female immortals.
Majestic Kunlun. Seeing this sacred mountain of the prehistoric world with his own eyes, Yuan Yi was left utterly speechless with awe.
The overwhelming, weighty pressure… the vast and ancient aura… all made one’s soul tremble.
Yet, the dense, pure power of creation that filled the air stirred a deep longing in the heart. Around them, it felt as if Daoist chants echoed unceasingly, and traces of the Dao manifested endlessly, revealing the profound truths of heaven and earth.
This was a supreme cultivation land. Compared to it, every other place Yuan Yi had seen now felt like desolate backwaters.
But when Yuan Yi turned his gaze behind him, he was left even more speechless.
For towering in the distant sky—even across the immeasurable spatial distance—stood something utterly extraordinary:
Buzhou Mountain, the First Divine Mountain of the Prehistoric World, the Pillar that Held Up the Heavens.
That was the center of the world.
Kunlun Mountain stood to the west of Buzhou. The dividing line between east and west lay even farther west beyond Kunlun.
Now, Buzhou was first, Kunlun second.
As for Mount Sumeru in the West, once a rival of Kunlun, it had been destroyed in a great ancient war. The western lands had never recovered since—its spiritual veins damaged at the root, its natural order shattered, leaving only barren lands behind.
Much like Yuan Yi, the Three Sisters (Sanxiao) and the Kui Ox beside him stood frozen, staring dazedly at the divine Kunlun Mountain, unable to return to their senses.
Tongtian, their master, stood to the side, smiling as he waited for them to recover.
Before long, Tongtian led them into the territory of Kunlun Mountain. Once they truly set foot within its bounds, the pure and dense innate essence made them feel incredibly at ease.
At the foot of the mountain, Tongtian gestured toward the rolling peaks below.
“You may each choose a cave dwelling here to rest for now. Later, I will return to pass on to you the profound mysteries of the Great Dao.”
With that said, he vanished without a trace.
“Disciple respectfully sends off Master,” they said in unison.
After Tongtian’s figure vanished, only four people and one ox remained at the scene.
Even the mount, Kui Ox, hadn’t been brought to the main peak of Kunlun by Tongtian, but was instead left here with them.
This place was already considered the heartland of Kunlun Mountain, though the main peak ahead was clearly the domain of the Three Pure Ones.
Just then, a streak of divine light tore through the sky and descended near them, revealing the true form of the newcomer.
A chubby Daoist—white-skinned and plump—appeared, though there was something… a bit sly and greasy about his vibe.
“The humble Daoist Duobao, your senior brother. Our master instructed me to give you a little tour of this area so you can get familiar with the surroundings,” he said cheerfully, holding a horsetail whisk in hand and performing a Daoist salute.
The moment Yuan Yi saw him, he nearly confirmed the man’s identity:
Duobao Daoist, Tongtian’s first disciple, future senior brother of the Jie Sect, and one of its most prominent figures.
Among Tongtian’s disciples, this man held a rather special status. He was the one Tongtian trusted the most—entrusting him with the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords and all major affairs of the sect. A truly weighty name.
In the legends of Investiture of the Gods, he even took a direct hit from the infamous Sky-Flipping Seal of Guangchengzi, the infamous “Skull-Smasher Sage,” and walked away—an impressive feat by any measure.
Yuan Yi and the others returned the courtesy, introduced themselves, and exchanged polite pleasantries.
Though Duobao had a bit of a sly look and a hint of comic charm, he was, in fact, easy to talk to.
Before Yuan Yi and the others, three disciples had already been accepted by Tongtian—beings he had personally enlightened. These were none other than Duobao, Jinling, and Wudang.
Yuan Yi and his group, on the other hand, were the first among the non-enlightened beings to be formally accepted as disciples.
Jinling and Wudang were currently in seclusion, so Yuan Yi and the others didn’t get the chance to meet them.
Yuan Yi also took note: he couldn’t see through Duobao’s aura at all—a clear sign that Duobao’s cultivation level was far superior to his own.
With direct transmission of the Great Dao—or even personal enlightenment—those three had already taken a big lead.
It was likely that Jinling and Wudang’s realms weren’t far behind either.
And if the legends were true, Jinling’s cultivation during the Investiture period was among the very highest, even surpassing Duobao by quite a bit.
Wudang didn’t seem simple either—her depths were hard to gauge, and she remained excessively low-key the entire time.
Not long after, they chose two adjacent spiritual mountains to open up caves for cultivation and settled in. Kui Oxwandered off elsewhere, wobbling along—he wasn’t all that close to them anyway.
Yuan Yi declined Sanxiao’s invitation and chose a separate mountain on his own. The three sisters living together made sense, but what business did he have joining in their group?
They really didn’t treat him like an outsider—actually inviting him to live with them? Yuan Yi was speechless. These three sisters were still a bit too naive.
Though they were all innate beings born of heaven and earth, unlike the Innate Divine Sages who were born with profound knowledge, pure innate beings often lacked experience with the world’s deceptions and dangers—they were overly innocent.
Opening up a cave dwelling wasn’t difficult, but building one that suited his true form—a golden flood dragon—would be much more complicated. His dragon body was far too massive.
Yuan Yi was used to remaining in human form, so he could take his time and build the cave step-by-step. There was no rush.
With Kui Ox off elsewhere and Duobao gone as well, only Yuan Yi and the Sanxiao sisters remained.
“Thank you all,”
Yuan Yi finally said solemnly, expressing his gratitude.
Naturally, he was thanking them for helping him become Tongtian’s disciple.
He had to admit, Yunxiao, despite appearing gentle and graceful, was surprisingly bold and persistent. She had marched straight up to Tongtian herself and asked to become his disciple—and just like that, he agreed.
The entire process had been so straightforward and uneventful that it left Yuan Yi, who had imagined countless twists and turns, a bit speechless.
And even after gaining such a rare opportunity, Yunxiao had boldly requested that Yuan Yi be accepted first, showing no fear of offending a powerful being.
Thanks to that, Yuan Yi’s goal was simply and smoothly achieved.
His thanks were absolutely sincere.
“Dao-brother…” Yunxiao paused, then shook her head. “No—now I should call you senior brother. Senior Brother, you helped us escape danger that day, such a great favor. If you keep being this polite, it makes us feel like strangers. Unless… you think we three sisters have weak cultivation and poor Dao attainment and don’t want to be associated with us?”
“Exactly!” Bixiao chimed in from the side. “And since Master accepted you, that proves you were worthy of being a disciple all along. What’s there to thank?”
Qiongxiao also nodded, clearly in agreement.
Yuan Yi didn’t insist. Being overly formal would only create distance. Though he wasn’t fond of getting close to people, he wasn’t cold-hearted either.
“Little Junior Sister, let’s hear you call me Senior Brother!”
Seeing Bixiao bouncing around like she had a mild case of ADHD, the heavy weight in Yuan Yi’s heart lifted a bit, and he found himself in the mood to joke.
“…”
The girl in green behind Yunxiao paused, her lively eyes darting left and right, then finally muttered a half-hearted “Senior Brother.”
“Should’ve made you the last to join, then you’d have to call us Senior Sisters instead,”
someone grumbled in a low voice at the end.
Yuan Yi pretended not to hear it. You’re the ones who wanted me to be Senior Brother—I’ll gladly accept the sentiment.
After a few more casual exchanges, Yuan Yi flew to the spiritual mountain he’d chosen and began searching for a place to open his cave dwelling.
The Sanxiao sisters also left, heading to the neighboring mountain to prepare their own.
This deep part of Kunlun, known as a true blessed land, was filled with treasures—there really wasn’t much point in being picky.
Aside from Buzhou Mountain, Kunlun was the number one sacred mountain in the entire prehistoric world—its reputation was well-earned.
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