Dual Transmigration: Cultivating Immortality in the Primordial World, Taking on the Desolate Heavenl

It was evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the vast wilderness a dim yellow.

Ishimura returned to its usual tranquility, though a faint smell of blood lingered in the air, reminding everyone that the one-sided massacre that had occurred not long ago had indeed taken place.

In the open space at the entrance of the village, several children from Shicun were playing together.

Little Shihao squatted in the mud next to the lightning-struck wood, his two little hands covered in black mud, intently sculpting a crooked clay figure.

He sculpted the clay figure into bizarre shapes.

But if you look closely, you can vaguely make out a figure in a blue robe standing with his hands behind his back.

He is kneading the Daoist deity.

Ripples spread silently across the space.

The double-door quietly opened and closed inside the stone house at the back of the village.

Gu Changqing stepped out, still carrying the lingering spiritual energy of the ancient Kunlun Mountains.

He was carrying a withered, yellowed branch in his hand, which looked no different from a fire poker picked up from the roadside.

In his other hand, he held a small white jade bottle about the size of his palm.

Gu Changqing walked straight towards the village entrance.

His gaze swept around Stone Village, finally settling on a small clearing next to the huge, charred, lightning-struck piece of wood.

then.

He did something that left all the villagers who were secretly observing him dumbfounded.

Gu Changqing squatted down.

It's like an old farmer in the countryside preparing to plant a scallion in his own yard.

He casually dug a hole in the mud with his hand.

The pit wasn't dug very deep, only about the size of a palm.

The edges are crooked and have no aesthetic appeal whatsoever.

then.

He casually stuck the withered yellow branch into the hole.

He tamped down the surrounding soil with his feet.

He patted the dirt off his hands.

Done.

There was no fluctuation of magical power, no array formation, and no sense of ritual throughout the entire process.

It's even more casual than an old farmer growing scallions.

Shi Hao, who was squatting nearby playing in the mud, looked up and curiously stared at the withered branch that Dao Zun had just stuck into the ground.

In his eyes, it was just a fire poker.

however.

The moment that last remaining root at the bottom of the withered branch touched the soil of the lower realm of the perfect world.

It did not shine brightly.

There was no flowery rhetoric.

Yes, but it was a mournful cry from the depths of the earth, a sound so deep it seeped into the bones.

"Buzz—"

The sound wasn't heard through the ears.

Instead, it is transmitted directly from the soles of the feet to the spinal cord of each person.

The entire land of the Great Wilderness trembled inexplicably in that instant.

Like an ancient behemoth that has been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, it was pricked in the spine with a needle and let out an instinctive, painful howl.

Followed by.

A bizarre phenomenon occurred that made everyone feel dizzy.

The Earth's gravity has been disrupted.

It only took a breath.

In the blink of an eye.

But within that instant, countless mountains on the vast wilderness, spanning millions of miles, silently shrank by half an inch!

Those ancient sacred mountains that soar into the clouds, and the continuous mountain ranges that stretch for thousands of miles.

There was no collapse, no breakage.

It was just that, as a whole, it felt as if an invisible hand had gently pressed down on my head, causing me to sink down a tiny bit.

Half an inch.

It seems insignificant.

But what does this mean on a scale of millions of miles?

This means that the laws of the earth's crust in the entire lower realm, at the moment that piece of dead wood took root, bore a mass that it could not possibly bear!

This is just a withered remnant of an acquired spiritual root!

If it were a living fragment of a primordial spiritual root... the earth's crust in the entire Lower Realm would probably shatter on the spot.

"Bang!"

Shi Hao, who was squatting nearby, sat down on the ground without warning.

His little face instantly turned bright red.

The mysterious yellow bone in his chest suddenly erupted with scalding heat, almost burning, and throbbed wildly.

It's not pain.

It's resonance.

Although the withered tree was dead, the primordial spiritual root laws remaining in its roots resonated instinctively with the Xuanhuang divine bone in Shi Hao's chest, which also originated from the primordial world.

Suddenly, a vast, boundless ancient starry sky appeared in Shi Hao's mind, crashing down as if it were a tangible object.

Countless stars exploded and reformed in his consciousness.

The birth and destruction of every star contains a profound Dao that he cannot yet fully comprehend.

He was panting heavily from the pressure.

His fingers gripped the soil beneath him so tightly that his nails dug into the ground, and his eyes were fixed on the dead tree trunk, as if he were seeing the ultimate mystery of the universe through it.

A two- or three-year-old child made this expression.

Anyone who sees it will find it extremely eerie.

But Gu Changqing merely glanced at him indifferently and did not interfere.

The fact that he was able to remain conscious under the impact of the laws of the Primordial Spiritual Root and not faint on the spot proves that the foundation of Shi Hao's Xuanhuang Divine Bone far exceeded his expectations.

On the other side of the dead tree.

The inside of the charred, lightning-struck wood.

Willow Goddess is experiencing the most humiliating moment since the birth of her spirituality.

The moment that piece of broken branch from the Starfruit tree pierced the soil.

Liu Shen didn't react much at first.

It's just a dead branch, what waves can it make?

But next second.

When the extremely faint primordial spiritual root laws from those broken branches and roots seeped into the earth's veins like a trickle,

Deep within Liu Shen's soul, she experienced the most intense shock of her life.

That wasn't a crushing defeat on a combat level.

Rather, it is an absolute suppression at the level of life itself.

The spirits of plants possess an instinctive submission to higher-level spiritual roots, ingrained in their very genes.

This has nothing to do with cultivation level or willpower.

It's like a roadside weed, even if it cultivates into a spirit, even if it transforms into a being at the level of a Celestial King.

When it faces a primordial divine root born from the very source of the universe.

An instinctive act of kneeling in worship, which cannot be disobeyed.

At this moment, the only green willow branch was completely beyond the control of the Willow God.

Like a startled green snake, it instantly coiled up and lay tightly against the ground.

They dared not lift an inch.

The entire charred, lightning-struck tree trunk was emitting a faint "creaking" sound.

It was Liu Shen desperately using her remaining willpower to fight against her instincts, but she still couldn't stop her body from bending and leaning towards that piece of dead wood inch by inch.

Submission.

Absolute submission, etched into one's very being.

She once single-handedly stormed into a foreign land, causing the Immortal King to shed his blood.

Her pride sustained her for an entire era.

But before this withered spiritual root from the primordial wilderness...

That pride was as fragile as a withered leaf after a frost.

It breaks at the slightest touch.

Gu Changqing stood up and patted the dirt off his knees.

He looked at the withered branch stuck in the mud at his feet and nodded in satisfaction.

Although the spiritual root had withered, the laws remaining in the root were still operating automatically, slowly absorbing the sparse spiritual energy of this world.

Given time, it will sprout again.

At that time, the concentration of spiritual energy within a hundred miles of Shicun will undergo a qualitative leap.

But it takes time.

But Gu Changqing has something else in his possession that can accelerate this process.