TPWTD 09

Chapter – 09

Slaying the Ferocious Beast! No Heavenly Merit?

The ferocious beast, now split in two, charged forward again, one from the left and one from the right. Pitch-black blood flowed, and black flames ignited upon its body.

In an instant, its power surged wildly, erupting with a terrifying force that approached the late Golden Immortal stage.

This was an attack made at the cost of its own life!

“So ruthless!” Yuan Lian couldn’t help but twitch slightly at the corner of his eye.

As a normal living being, when faced with an opponent one cannot match, the first thought would surely be to find a way to escape safely.

But this ferocious beast was utterly devoid of reason. Its savage pupils held only the will to destroy—whether it was its foe or itself, it seemed destruction was its ultimate goal.

“Let’s see how many hits you can take. Suppress! Slash!”

Yuan Lian chose not to meet it head-on. Instead, he employed the Void Shield Art, appearing on the other side of the beast.

The Calming Sea Pearl came crashing down, and then he traversed the void once more to another position, striking with the Purifying World Divine Light.

Flesh and bone separated, blood transformed into black flames that burned through the void, and the beast’s physical form collapsed into a miserable state.

Yet even so, it did not die. Within its skull, a single drop of blood radiated an eerie, dazzling light—and it was this that sustained the beast’s life.

Yuan Lian watched from a distance but could still sense an immensely vast and terrifying aura of resentful malice emanating from that drop of blood.

Without a doubt, this drop of blood was the source that had created this ferocious beast.

“ROAR!!”

The dreadful roar continued unabated. The beast slammed its two halves together, shattered bones piercing into flesh, brutally and bloodily forcing its body back into one piece.

The black flames, fueled by flesh and blood, burned even more fiercely.

The blazing inferno reached such an extreme that it produced a trace of chaotic aura—only the shallowest wisp, yet it granted the black flames the power to burn through heaven and earth.

As the flames flickered, spiritual energy, space, the astral winds of the void—everything became their fuel. It seemed that if left to burn, it would eventually bring about the end of this very world.

The beast, wreathed in blazing black flames, charged at Yuan Lian like a suicidal missile.

“Can’t dodge—my aura’s been locked onto by the black flames.”

Indeed, it wasn’t the beast that locked onto his aura, but the burning black flames themselves.

Yuan Lian took a deep breath. He never imagined that a mere early Golden Immortal beast would push him to such a limit.

Once again, he felt the terrifying nature of the Primordial World, raising his sense of danger to the utmost.

“Fine! I refuse to believe a mere early Golden Immortal beast can do anything to me!”

Since he couldn’t escape, Yuan Lian’s fighting spirit surged high.

He dispelled the Dharma Manifestation divine ability and poured his vast magical power into the Purifying World Lotus Platform.

Immeasurable light bloomed, infinite laws shone, and the supreme-grade innate spirit treasure unleashed its unmatched might.

BOOM!!!

It was like the collision of two ancient stars. The terrifying impact sent Yuan Lian stumbling backward.

The ferocious beast slammed into the spiritual light barrier of the Purifying White Lotus. The vast and majestic light purified it into nothingness.

What is purification?

Purification is the transformation of the very essence of all matter, turning all filth into something the world can accept.

And what made the beast filthy?

That one drop of blood.

Thus, under the Purifying World Divine Light, the beast crumbled to ashes, leaving behind only a single drop of eerie blood still burning with black flames.

The stalemate continued. The black flames seemed relentless, as if they would not stop until everything was destroyed.

Yuan Lian’s face was deathly pale. He quickly took out a mass of Three-Light Divine Water and swallowed it drop by drop.

The lotus platform was like an abyss, devouring his magical power hungrily.

The moment he recovered, it was immediately drained again, in a ceaseless cycle.

Yuan Lian knew it was because that drop of blood was far too terrifying—the power of the black flames exceeded his imagination.

It wasn’t until he had reluctantly swallowed his twenty-third drop of Three-Light Divine Water that the devouring force began to weaken.

“Purify! Purify!”

Yuan Lian unleashed two consecutive Purifying World Divine Lights, completely extinguishing the now-dimmed black flames, leaving only a solitary drop of blood undulating before him.

“Gotcha!”

He carefully took out a jade vial and stored the blood away.

Then, Yuan Lian tilted his head up at a forty-five-degree angle with a hint of pride, arms spread wide, as if waiting for something.

Woo~woo~~

After a few breaths, a gust of astral wind blew past, carrying a mournful howl.

Then, silence returned once more.

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Yuan Lian awkwardly lowered his head, put his arms down, and swept his divine sense across billions of miles around him.

“Good, nobody’s here.”

“I miscalculated.”

“Wasn’t it said that slaying ferocious beasts benefits the world and grants heavenly merit?”

“This doesn’t match what the books said at all!” Yuan Lian felt somewhat disappointed.

Since there was no merit, he didn’t linger. He transformed into a streak of rainbow light and sped away.

He flew for a full hundred years before his figure flickered and vanished between heaven and earth.

Another hundred-odd years passed, and at the site of the former battlefield, an incredibly fast streak of rainbow light manifested.

“Such terrifying power—at least late Golden Immortal stage. Who was it?”

Kun Peng gazed at the remnants of the battlefield with a grave expression.

Looking around, the surrounding void was shattered everywhere. Endless astral winds surged from the void, sweeping into the Primordial World.

The broken laws of heaven and earth clashed and slowly began to repair the ruined space.

“Could it be the White Dragon? No, this isn’t water-vein laws.”

This was the West Sea. As far as he knew, only the White Dragon of the Dragon Clan was a late Golden Immortal strongman.

But after careful examination, he rejected that notion.

The overwhelmingly supreme battlefield bore no trace of powerful water-vein laws; instead, there were signs of destructive energy.

“The other aura is unfamiliar, but its laws are extremely pure, giving a faint feeling of cleansing the soul.”

Kun Peng sensed it deeply, then suddenly turned his head to look at another direction.

He then sent out a burst of magical power to erase the lingering traces of that pure law.

Upon the vast sea, a man draped in a white robe with dragon patterns, his features refined, rapidly approached.

In just a few moments, he arrived beside the shattered space.

“Kun Peng, as expected of the world’s ultimate speed,” the man said, nodding at Kun Peng without any surprise.

He merely sighed inwardly once more at Kun Peng’s speed—truly unparalleled in the Primordial World.

Crossing from the North Sea to the West Sea, and yet he had arrived even faster than the White Dragon, who was already in the West Sea.

“Mm.”

Kun Peng gave a soft acknowledgment, his greeting complete.

He accepted the White Dragon’s compliment with ease.

“These vast residual laws suggest a battle between late Golden Immortal experts. Kun Peng, do you know who they were?”

The White Dragon gave him a thoughtful look.

Only one aura remained, with a strength roughly at the late Golden Immortal stage, so the other combatant should have been a late Golden Immortal as well.

One must know that the Dragon Clan, which occupies the boundless Four Seas, only has about a dozen late Golden Immortal experts, each a vital pillar of the clan.

Yet here, above the West Sea, two late Golden Immortal powerhouses had fought—and judging by the battlefield, one of them had likely fallen.

How could he not be shocked?

If he could find this expert and recruit him into the Dragon Clan, it would bring immense benefits—both to his own standing and for mutual discussion of the Dao and cultivation.

“Oh? Was it not a Dragon Clan expert?” Kun Peng asked, knowing full well.

The White Dragon thought this way, and so did Kun Peng.

For innate beings, cultivation was difficult, with no path ahead. Finding a like-minded companion of equal cultivation to practice together, to cross-reference insights—what a fortunate thing that would be.

As far as he knew, in this Primordial World, the number of Taiyi cultivators could be counted on one hand.

But none of those Taiyi beings were willing to share their cultivation paths and experiences. If one wanted to comprehend them, fine—you could join their ranks and become their lackey.

But Kun Peng was unwilling.

“Heh! You jest, Kun Peng.” The White Dragon, having gotten nowhere, changed the subject:

“Kun Peng, since fate has brought us together, how about a visit to the Dragon Palace?”