Primordial Era: I am the Bull Demon King, the First Demon of All Time

The appearance of the treasure chest disrupted Chen Jing's plans.

He confirmed the location of the treasure chest and ordered Mo Lin to fly there immediately.

Mo Lin was confused by Chen Jing's words, because they had just been discussing going to the East China Sea, but now they had changed their direction.

Despite his doubts, Mo Lin dared not disobey Chen Jing's orders and could only fly in the direction Chen Jing indicated.

For decades, Chen Jing has been cultivating while sitting on Mo Lin's back.

That day, a mountain range came into Chen Jing's view, and he realized that he had arrived at his destination.

Soon, Mo Lin carried Chen Jing to this mountain range.

Chen Jing looked up and saw the three characters "Qianyuan Mountain" carved on the highest mountain.

At this moment, Chen Jing finally understood where he was.

Qianyuan Mountain, Jinguang Cave, is the residence of Taiyi Zhenren, the fifth-ranked disciple of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

Chen Jing had a thorough understanding of Taiyi Zhenren, having been familiar with his deeds in his previous life.

Taiyi Zhenren had very few disciples, but he completely inherited the style of Yuanshi Tianzun, being extremely protective of his own.

He was even more protective of his own people than anyone else.

He especially doted on his apprentice Nezha to an extreme degree.

He taught his apprentices how to fight from a young age, and when his apprentices couldn't solve the problem, he personally helped them kill people, and even taught them killing strategies. He was truly a bizarre character.

More importantly, in order to sever Nezha's karmic ties, he devised a scheme to make Nezha commit suicide, and then used provocation to get Nezha to kill his father.

Taiyi Zhenren's thinking was indeed unique: he secretly sought help from his fellow disciples to subdue them and thus temper their character.

During the Investiture of the Gods war, Taiyi Zhenren killed Shiji, a disciple of the Jie Sect, at Qianyuan Mountain, destroyed the Blood Array, and beheaded Sun Tianjun.

Chen Jing decided to take action!

They rode directly onto the Ink Lin and flew towards Qian Yuan Mountain.

The hatred of the Jie Sect must be avenged starting with Taiyi Zhenren.

Soon, Chen Jing arrived at the entrance of a cave. Above the entrance were three large golden characters: Golden Light Cave.

Chen Jing made no attempt to conceal his intentions and headed straight for the cave.

As soon as he got off Mo Lin, he headed towards the cave.

At this moment, a middle-aged Taoist priest was already waiting at the entrance of the cave. He had a tall, straight hairstyle with his head held high and wore a hair crown.

He has long, thin eyebrows, a flowing beard, prominent eyebrows, and short hair hanging down to his chest from his temples.

Dressed in a Taoist robe with a Tai Chi symbol and holding a whisk in his right hand, Chen Jing struck a pose like a highly accomplished Taoist master.

Chen Jing knew that the person in front of him was Taiyi Zhenren.

As Taiyi Zhenren watched Chen Jing slowly approach, sensing the powerful aura emanating from him, he directly asked, "Who are you, and what is your purpose in coming to my cave?"

Chen Jing snorted coldly, his tone low: "Can't I come if there's nothing wrong?"

Taiyi Zhenren, as a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, had never been treated so rudely.

"I asked in good faith, but you, Taoist priest, are so rude. Are you really here to cause trouble?"

"So what if I cause trouble?" Chen Jing sneered again.

His attitude made Taiyi Zhenren's face turn red with anger, and his beard stood on end, clearly provoked by Chen Jing's shameless words.

From the moment Chen Jing stepped into Qianyuan Mountain, he firmly believed that the treasure chest must be in Jinguang Cave.

Upon reaching the top of the mountain, his confidence grew even stronger.

To obtain the treasure chest, you must fight against Taiyi Zhenren.

Chen Jing would never let Taiyi Zhenren off easily.

"Taoist, you dare to act recklessly on my territory. You've chosen the wrong place."

Taiyi Zhenren roared, and a celestial light flashed from the whisk in his hand.

As a disciple personally taught by a sage, he was by no means an ordinary mid-stage Taiyi cultivator.

As he chanted the incantation, the whisk burst forth with countless beams of divine light, shooting straight at Chen Jing.

Chen Jing didn't take Taiyi Zhenren's cultivation level seriously at all.

He pushed off with both feet, clenched his fists, and fiercely attacked the immortal light of Taiyi Zhenren.

Taiyi Zhenren revealed a cold smile; he had absolute faith in his whisk.

This whisk was given to him by the Primordial Celestial Venerable. It can be used to chant incantations and cast spells. With a flick of the whisk, he can conjure up various spells, such as overturning rivers and seas and summoning wind and rain.

He sneered when he saw Chen Jing rushing over.

"Where did this barbaric monk come from, so ignorant of his own limitations?"

The initial apprehension stemming from Chen Jing's aura had long since vanished.

As a disciple of a sage, Taiyi Zhenren was full of confidence in his attack.

Especially when he saw Chen Jing intending to fight him head-on with his fists, he felt even more confident of victory.

It was as if he had already foreseen that Chen Jing's fist would be pierced by his own divine light.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Chen Jing's fist collided with the immortal light emitted by Taiyi Zhenren's whisk.

The explosion resounded above Qianyuan Mountain, and a powerful energy wave spread out from the entrance of Jinguang Cave.

After the dust settled, Master Taiyi stared wide-eyed in astonishment at Chen Jing, who was completely unharmed, his face filled with disbelief.

He was confident that his attacks were enough to pierce through his opponent, even if the opponent's level was higher than his own.

If one were to fight with only their physical body, they would be pierced by the divine light emanating from their own whisk.

However, Taiyi Zhenren was puzzled by Chen Jing's cold smile.

He scrutinized Chen Jing again, his eyes filled with apprehension.

Such physical strength was beyond the reach of ordinary rogue cultivators, forcing him to reassess Chen Jing's identity.

"Taoist priest, who exactly are you?"

The contemptuous smile on Taiyi Zhenren's face vanished, replaced by deep fear.

Chen Jing's terrifying blow completely shattered his confidence.

"Defeat me, and you'll know the answer."

Chen Jing said in a domineering tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed straight towards the shocked Taiyi Zhenren.

Chen Jing never passively takes a beating.

Taiyi Zhenren felt the strong wind and, disregarding his shock, hurriedly used his whisk to block Chen Jing's attack.

The fist, gleaming with azure light, collided violently with Taiyi Zhenren's whisk.

Taiyi Zhenren was forced back several steps, staring at Chen Jing in astonishment, as if facing a demon god.

In Taiyi Zhenren's understanding, only the Wu tribe would use this type of attack.

Chen Jing was not a member of the Wu clan, and the Wu clan did not cultivate the primordial spirit; this was his clearest understanding.

He sensed fluctuations in magical power during Chen Jing's attack.

Since Chen Jing is not a member of the Wu clan, then to which clan does he belong?

As a disciple of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, he rarely traveled in the primordial world, except for listening to his master's teachings.

He spends most of his time in quiet cultivation in his cave, so he doesn't know much about the Chen Jing clan.

He couldn't possibly be his enemy.

Although the Three Pure Ones split up due to ideological differences between Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu, there was no large-scale conflict between the disciples of Jiejiao and Chanjiao.

Taiyi Zhenren was puzzled; this Taoist had clearly come to his cave to cause trouble.

He had absolutely no recollection of when he had offended Chen Jing.

Without giving it much thought, Chen Jing launched another attack.

Taiyi Zhenren could only rely on his whisk to try his best to withstand Chen Jing's fierce attacks.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Chen Jing's fist slammed into Taiyi Zhenren's whisk.

With each impact, Taiyi Zhenren would groan in pain.

Lingbao was closely connected to his mind and spirit. Chen Jing's continuous attacks not only damaged Fuchen, but also severely injured Taiyi Zhenren.

Chen Jing's strength and magical power increased with each collision.

"Bang!"

After a violent collision, Taiyi Zhenren could not withstand Chen Jing's frenzied attack and was sent flying, spitting out blood from his mouth.

Taiyi Zhenren's aura appeared extremely weak.

Although Chen Jing's attack struck the whisk directly, the close connection between the spiritual treasure and his mind caused Taiyi Zhenren to spit out a large amount of blood.

Despite the weakened Taiyi Zhenren, Chen Jing showed no sign of stopping.

Taiyi Zhenren was terrified when he saw Chen Jing approaching again.

He shouted, "I am the fifth disciple of the Jade Purity Saint, you cannot kill me!"