Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Taibai Gengjin outside the sacred mountain.

Deep in the void.

Su Yu wore a coarse cloth robe and had his hands behind his back.

He calmly looked down.

The immense power of the ancient overlord is now fully operational.

Under the supervision of the elders at the Primordial Chaos Realm, countless members of the White Tiger Clan, like the most diligent worker ants, swarmed into the top-grade Primordial Chaos mineral veins buried deep underground.

There were no complaints.

There was only the relief of surviving the ordeal and awe for the 20% that had saved my life.

The efficiency is astonishingly high.

Su Yu watched for a while, then looked away.

This foundation is secure.

Next, it's time to deal with the loose assets at hand.

Su Yu turned around.

He looked at the Holy Maiden Fanyin, who had been standing quietly behind him.

He waved his sleeve.

Splash!

Dozens of high-grade storage bags, each radiating various colors of precious light, floated in front of the Brahma sound.

These were all spoils he had plundered along the way from Tianlang City, the Dark Gold Suanni Clan, the Supreme Corpse King of the Tianshang Corpse Sect, and just now from the White Tiger Clan's treasure vault.

Aside from the hundreds of millions of Hongmeng Origin Stones in cash.

This place contains mountains of top-grade Dao artifacts, ancient spiritual materials, rare elixirs, and all sorts of miscellaneous cultivation techniques on jade slips.

Valuable.

but.

It meant nothing to Su Yu.

"Take these back to the Primordial Demon Sect."

Su Yu looked at Fan Yin, his tone indifferent.

"Using your status as a saintess, we will draw upon the channels of the Primordial Demon Sect."

"Cash it all out."

"I only want the Primordial Origin Stone."

No matter how good the resources are, if they can't be used directly for combustion simulations, they're just a pile of scrap metal.

Only the Primordial Origin Stone is the sole hard currency of the Time God Kingdom.

Making money from Sanskrit chants is the most efficient and safest way.

After saying this, Su Yu flipped his wrist.

The dimmed, spiritually faint [Taibai Heaven-Slaying Broken Sword] appeared in his palm.

He casually tossed the White Tiger Clan's sacred artifact to Fan Yin.

"in addition."

"Go check it out."

"Look at this ancient weapon, what conditions and materials are needed to repair it?"

Since it's a good thing, anything that's incomplete is never perfect.

"Yes, sir."

Without any hesitation, Fan Yin respectfully put all the storage bags into his sleeve.

The control of the Demon Seed made her only know how to obey.

"Go."

Su Yu nodded slightly.

Fan Yin bowed again, then her fingertips pierced the void, her figure merging into the spatial rift, heading towards the direction of the Beginning Demon Sect.

In the void.

Only Su Yu remained.

He did not set off immediately.

Instead, he closed his eyes.

A wisp of invisible spiritual energy, following the causal thread of the Heavenly Demon Seed, rapidly rummaged through the memories of the Brahma Sound in his mind.

Searching for the Master of Xuanming Peak.

A secluded moon.

The place where the teacher who imparted the Sanskrit chants resides.

In Fan Yin's memory, this Master Youyue was a notorious cultivation fanatic.

Calm, restrained, and rarely smiles.

In order to break through the dimensional barrier of the Primordial Chaos Realm and advance to the Limitless Realm, she has been in seclusion on Xuanming Peak for three whole eras.

And recently.

Youyue has emerged from seclusion.

Because the Limitless Trial is about to begin, she needs a top-grade main ingredient to refine a pill to stabilize her true spirit in order to cope with the dimensional backlash during the trial.

【Nine-Turn Netherworld Flower】.

This powerful medicine grows only in a perilous place on the edge of the Myriad Spirits Demon Abyss—the Fallen Soul Ravine.

Youyue has already gone alone.

"The Valley of Fallen Souls"

Su Yu opened his eyes.

A thoughtful look flashed in his deep eyes.

The time is just right.

As long as we get there in time and use the Heavenly Demon Seed to control it, we'll be guaranteed the qualification to obtain the Limitless Demon Marrow.

Su Yu didn't waste any words.

He took a step forward.

The spatial laws of the primordial chaos rippled beneath my feet.

Dimensional folding.

His figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

……

Edge of the Myriad Spirits Demon Abyss.

Soul-Falling Gorge.

This is a huge, bottomless canyon.

It is perpetually filled with a grayish-black, highly toxic miasma.

This miasma is not an ordinary poison, but contains a trace of fragmented dimensional corrosive power.

Even a powerful being at the Primordial Chaos Realm will have their true spirit gradually eroded away if they are exposed to miasma for an extended period of time without expanding their domain.

Dead silence.

desolate.

Deep in the canyon, on a protruding black rock.

A strange flower, entirely dark and with nine petals, was emitting a faint glow.

Nine-Turn Netherworld Flower.

It was a hundred feet away from the rocks.

A figure stood quietly.

A secluded moon.

A long, dark purple palace dress perfectly accentuated her voluptuous and mature figure.

Time has not left any trace of aging on her face.

instead.

Her temperament was as refined and aged as a glass of strong, aged liquor.

Cold and elegant, profound, exuding a composure and charm honed by countless eras.

She looked at the Nine-Turn Netherworld Flower in front of her.

His brows furrowed slightly.

They did not immediately go forward to pick them.

A hint of wariness flashed in Youyue's eyes, which were as cold as a deep pool.

It's too quiet.

Although Fallen Soul Ravine is a deadly place, it is also home to many ancient poisonous beasts that rely on miasma to survive.

When a powerful medicinal herb like the Nine-Turn Netherworld Flower matures, it's impossible that there isn't even a single guardian poisonous beast around it.

unless.

It was cleared away beforehand.

"Since you're here..."

Youyue's voice was calm, revealing a restrained control over her emotions.

"There's no need to hide anything."

"Come out."

The words fell.

The gray-black miasma within the canyon suddenly began to churn violently.

hum.

The surrounding spatial dimensions were distorted without warning.

One after another, dark yellow array patterns rose from the ground like chains, instantly sealing off the space within a radius of tens of thousands of feet.

It isolated them from all external perceptions.

【Mysterious Yellow Heaven-Locking Array】.

Followed by.

Three figures dressed in ancient Taoist robes of the Xuanhuang Taoist Court stepped out from the miasma.

It is arranged in a triangular shape.

Surround the moon in the center.

The two people on the left both possessed profound auras and were at the late stage of the Primordial Chaos Realm.

And the person right in the center.

He wore a purple-gold Taoist robe, his hair and beard were all white, and he held a whisk surrounded by lightning.

Xuanhuang Dao Court, Zilei Dao Lord.

Cultivation level: Peak of the Primordial Chaos Realm!

Youyue looked at the three people who had appeared.

There was not a trace of panic on that mature and aloof face.

There was only one predictable ordinariness.

"Purple Lightning".

Youyue uttered the name with a calm and composed tone.

"Three million years."

Zi Lei Daojun looked at Youyue, who was trapped in the center of the formation.

Those murky eyes held a suppressed coldness and hatred that had been brewing for three eras.

"yes."

"Three million years."

The voice of the Purple Thunder Dao Lord was slightly hoarse.

"Ever since the struggle for the Daoist lineage, you killed my Daoist partner with a single sword."

"For the past three million years, I have been thinking every moment about how to extract your soul and refine your spirit."

The old monster's forbearance.

Zi Lei Daojun knew very well how terrifying the Shi Mo Sect's protective formation was. You Yue had been hiding in seclusion on Xuanming Peak, so he couldn't find any opportunity to make a move.

So he waited.

Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, it stares intently at its prey.

at last.

They waited until the Limitless Trial.

The day has come when Youyue must go out to find the Nine-Turn Netherworld Flower.

He had bribed the black market's intelligence network in advance and deduced Youyue's inevitable route.

Here, a net of heaven and earth has been laid.

"For today."

Daoist Zi Lei raised the whisk in his hand.

"I have not only invited two of my junior brothers to help me."

"He also spent half his life savings to set up the Xuanhuang Locking Heaven Array, which can suppress the origin of demonic forces."

"Youyue".

"Today, you cannot escape."

Faced with the almost certain death trap set by Daoist Zi Lei, he declared...

Youyue offered no explanation.