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

Although Chen Jing did not value this item, for Mo Lin, this acquired spiritual treasure was enough to make him ecstatic.

Mo Lin immediately walked up to Chen Jing, knelt down and thanked him: "Thank you for your generous gift, sir."

Chen Jing designated Mo Lin as his mount, and Mo Lin pledged its loyalty.

Therefore, Chen Jing was extremely meticulous in training Mo Lin, as enhancing Mo Lin's strength would also benefit himself.

There were still several hundred years before the Tongtian Sect Leader began his sermon.

Chen Jing sensed the rich spiritual energy on the island and decided to cultivate there before heading to Jin'ao Island to listen to the Dao.

Seeing Chen Jing cultivating, Mo Lin didn't remain idle. He calmed his agitated emotions and began refining the spiritual treasure.

Five hundred years have passed.

One day, Chen Jing finished his cultivation. His peak Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation had stabilized, and he was looking for an opportunity to advance to Daluo Golden Immortal.

From the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal to Daluo Golden Immortal, there is only one final step, but that one step is worlds apart.

To advance to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, simply absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and accumulating magical power is no longer enough.

One needs to understand the world and seize opportunities; once one understands and grasps an opportunity, one will naturally be promoted.

Clearly, Chen Jing did not believe that it was possible to advance from the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal to Daluo Golden Immortal in just a few hundred years.

Upon reaching the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, one can perceive the rules of heaven and earth, and each attack utilizes these rules, no longer relying solely on magic power or spiritual treasures.

Chen Jing clearly sensed the strength of Ji Meng and Jiu Feng from their battle.

Especially as his own cultivation level improved, he understood even more the terrifying power in their attacks.

After standing up and stretching his body, Chen Jing told Mo Lin, "Let's go to Jin'ao Island."

He looked around, pinpointed the location, pointed in a direction, and Mo Lin flew towards it.

Decades before the next sermon by the Tongtian Sect Leader, the figures of immortals moving about in the East Sea, their light flashing, is a magnificent sight.

"Junior brother greets senior brother."

Chen Jing kept getting greetings from people along the way.

Most of these people were nominal disciples of the Jie Sect, and Chen Jing did not know many of them.

However, in the battle on Jin'ao Island, Chen Jing powerfully defeated the five chief disciples of the Jie Sect, leaving a deep impression on them.

It can be said that Chen Jing is now a pivotal figure among the nominal disciples of the Jie Sect, and his influence even surpasses that of the direct disciples of the Jie Sect.

Chen Jing merely nodded slightly to the disciples who greeted him, without engaging in further conversation.

In the final battle of the Investiture of the Gods, the Jie Sect was outmaneuvered by the Chan Sect and the Western Sect, and its defeat was inevitable. Many Jie Sect disciples chose to join the Western Sect.

Although their choice was understandable, Chen Jing did not agree with it deep down.

Wherever there are people, there will be conflict; this is an immutable law since ancient times.

Some of the disciples watched Chen Jing's mount from afar; its aura was clearly stronger than theirs.

"This mount's aura is too powerful; its cultivation level must have reached the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm."

The disciples who were registered under the tutelage made this guess.

They were puzzled. Thousands of years ago, when Chen Jinggang became an initiation disciple of the Jie Sect, his cultivation was only at the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, yet he was able to subdue such a powerful mount.

These disciples showed envy, while also harboring a hint of jealousy.

Chen Jing ignored these discussions and didn't take them to heart.

As his cultivation level improved, those nominal disciples at the Golden Immortal level lived on a completely different level from him.

He couldn't silence everyone, so he could only continuously improve his cultivation until he reached a height that they couldn't catch up to, leaving them only able to look up to him.

The massive body of the Mo Lin roamed the East China Sea and soon arrived at Jin'ao Island.

At the edge of the island, Mo Lin transformed back into human form and followed Chen Jing, slowly stepping onto the island.

The island was sparsely populated, and Chen Jing did not know most of the people on it.

Despite this, he remains very famous, and many people still greet him proactively.

Chen Jing simply nodded and continued on his way.

Walking slowly on Jin'ao Island, Chen Jing no longer felt the excitement he had when he first came here.

Mo Lin was filled with excitement. To him, this was the territory of a saint, and his presence here was purely accidental.

As a wandering demon in the primordial world, saints have always been supreme beings to him, and he never thought he would have the opportunity to get close to them.

However, it was only after following Chen Jing that he had the opportunity to come into contact with the top figures in the prehistoric world.

Mo Lin looked at Chen Jing walking ahead of him with admiration.

Since the gates of Biyou Palace had not yet been opened, Chen Jing found a place on Jin'ao Island, sat down cross-legged, and began to cultivate with his eyes closed.

As Chen Jing was cultivating, the number of people on Jin'ao Island gradually increased.

These nominal disciples all knew Chen Jing, who was practicing meditation with his eyes closed.

They knew perfectly well why Chen Jing could become an entry-level disciple, spending even a short time cultivating.

Mo Lin, standing behind Chen Jing, was someone the disciples had never met before.

They sensed the faint pressure emanating from Mo Lin, so none of them went forward to greet him.

On Jin'ao Island, people were everywhere and there was a constant commotion. Chen Jing ended his cultivation amidst this noise.

At that moment, a familiar voice rang out.

"Old Niu, you're here really early!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a familiar figure appeared in Chen Jing's sight—it was the Peng bird.

After thousands of years of cultivation, the Peng bird's cultivation level has advanced from the late stage of Golden Immortal to the peak of Golden Immortal.

But in Chen Jing's eyes, such cultivation was still insignificant.

Despite this, Chen Jing still showed a rare smile.

Ever since the feud with the Heavenly Wolf Demon at Biyou Palace began, Peng's behavior has impressed Chen Jing.

Although its cultivation level was not as high as that of the five Heavenly Wolf Demons, it did not back down at the time, but instead planned to lend Chen Jing a hand.

This shows that the roc is not the kind of friend who would flee alone when faced with difficulties.

"You came too!"

Chen Jing responded with a faint smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Peng noticed Mo Lin standing behind him, Mo Lin's posture was like that of a guard.

"Old Niu, who is he?"

Peng Niao had already sensed the aura of a Taiyi Golden Immortal emanating from Chen Jing, but as a Golden Immortal himself, he could not discern the specific realm of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Moreover, judging from the slight aura emanating from Mo Lin, this person's strength was above his own.

Since he himself was at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, it is speculated that Mo Lin should also be a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Peng Niao was extremely shocked to see this powerful figure protecting Chen Jing like a bodyguard.

Upon hearing Peng's question, Chen Jing chuckled and replied directly, "It is my mount."

As soon as he finished speaking, not only was the roc bird astonished, but everyone around also turned around and focused their attention on Chen Jing.

They had sensed Mo Lin's extraordinary abilities when Chen Jing was cultivating, but they never expected that such a high level of cultivation would make him merely Chen Jing's mount.

This raised many questions in their minds: Why would becoming an apprentice grant them a mount?

But I had never heard of this before.

Looking back thousands of years, Chen Jing's cultivation level was only at the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

They didn't believe Chen Jing could tame such a mount on his own.

Seeing the roc bird in a daze, Chen Jing smiled and did not disturb it.

"Junior brother, I want this mount. You'd better give it to me."

While the roc was in a daze, a voice suddenly rang out.

The voice exuded an undeniable authority and was extremely domineering.

Upon hearing the sound, the dazed Peng bird immediately snapped out of its reverie and turned to search for the source of the sound.

At this moment, seven figures slowly walked up to Chen Jing and the others.

These seven people are the Seven Immortals of Penglai.

The one speaking was the leader, Chang Er Ding Guang Xian.