Chapter 4

The great sun continued to emit its gentle warmth, and a cool breeze blew, causing the vast green sea to ripple. It was a beautiful natural landscape.

Ding Yue had taken in two younger brothers and no longer wanted to stay quietly in the cave to cultivate.

As the saying goes, after a long period of stillness, one thinks of movement. Ding Yue had been cultivating in solitude for several hundred years, and his cultivation had reached a bottleneck. He wanted to go out and explore this magical world.

After all, he had an innate spiritual treasure, which could at least ensure his self-preservation.

After several days of consideration, Ding Yue practiced his magical techniques and decided to leave the mountain to see the colorful world.

"What a wonderful place!"

Leaving that area, Ding Yue discovered how beautiful this world was. Innate spiritual essences were everywhere, like weeds, and spiritual herbs and roots would occasionally appear before his eyes.

Ding Yue's eyes were wide open.

"What should we do?" After expressing his thoughts, Ding Yue looked at his three younger brothers, seeking advice.

Wasting is shameful. After the great war between the witches and the demons, the world was shattered. Not only did the innate spiritual energy gradually evolve into postnatal spiritual energy, but even the innate spiritual essences and other precious materials became much rarer. In the future, many would fight over a single spiritual item.

"Why do we need those useless things?" Little Donkey said with disdain, curling his lip.

It wasn't surprising for him to have this expression. Nowadays, cultivators only needed innate spiritual energy to ensure their cultivation, which was much better than consuming innate spiritual essences.

If there was anything that current cultivators lacked, it was magical treasures and cultivation techniques.

Although the Dao Ancestor was currently preaching, only those with great powers could listen. Most cultivators in the world still lacked cultivation techniques, and many didn't even have one, relying solely on instinct to cultivate, leading to deep magical power but unstable Dao cultivation.

As for other things, they were not necessary.

Big Black Dog also nodded in rare agreement.

The little guy, who didn't understand anything and couldn't even speak, was stripped of his right to speak.

Damn! Ding Yue almost spat blood. These guys were truly ungrateful.

"Stop talking so much, think of a way. The rest is not what you think."

Ding Yue exerted his authority and said forcefully.

"Country bumpkin!" Little Donkey looked at Ding Yue with disdain.

"Uninformed!" Big Black Dog looked up at the white clouds and said with a sigh.

"Roar!" The little guy waved his fists at the two, firmly supporting Ding Yue, though he didn't understand what Ding Yue was doing.

"Good boy, Big Egg! Mm-hm!" Ding Yue smiled, picked up the little guy, kissed him, and then picked up the mountain-driving whip, threateningly saying, "What? Want to rebel?"

As he spoke, he lightly swung the mountain-driving whip.

The little guy's happy face fell, and he looked unhappy. That nickname wasn't very pleasant to hear.

Seeing the mountain-driving whip, Little Donkey's face froze, and he angrily howled, "This is tyranny, you—"

"Hmm~" Ding Yue gave a heavy snort and glanced at him.

"All we need is a spatial magical treasure, but it has to be a high-quality one, or it won't be able to grow living things." Little Donkey immediately changed his attitude and suggested a solution.

"Hmm, that's possible." Ding Yue stroked his chin, thinking and agreeing, "The key is how to get a spatial magical treasure."

"Blackie can make one when he grows up. His clan is skilled in this, and you can also ask his father."

Little Donkey suggested with ill intent.

Ding Yue's face turned serious, and he immediately rejected the suggestion. What a joke! Blackie's father was at least a demon king level, a powerful figure in the world. Taking his son as a younger brother and then going to ask for help would likely result in being crushed to death, like an ant.

At this moment, Big Black Dog turned and said, "Steal!"

"Steal?" Ding Yue asked, puzzled.

"There is a cultivator in the east. Although he has magical power, his techniques are not strong, and his magical treasures are not great. However, he has a lower-grade innate spiritual treasure called the Heavenly Essence Tower. This tower has no offensive or defensive power, but it has one function: nurturing all things. It has its own world inside, with dense spiritual energy, suitable for growing flowers and plants." Little Donkey immediately explained.

"How do you know?" Ding Yue asked, puzzled.

Little Donkey blushed and said, "I was curious about how he, with such low cultivation, could have an innate spiritual treasure, so I borrowed it to take a look and discovered its function."

Ding Yue didn't believe it, borrowed? Who was he trying to fool?

"That spiritual treasure isn't very useful to him. He has only mastered a little of it and doesn't guard it very carefully. We can try to steal it, and if that doesn't work, we can take it by force!"

Seeing Ding Yue's expression, Little Donkey quickly changed the subject, as it wasn't a very glorious thing.

But he didn't think about it. The topic he was discussing wasn't very honorable either. Steal? Rob?

Ding Yue thought about it. In this world, cultivators were not lacking in innate spiritual essences, which were everywhere. Who would bother with these flowers and plants? It was better to absorb more spiritual energy to refine their magical power.

So, such an innate spiritual treasure was not valued. Moreover, the current world of the Primordial Chaos was not as obsessed with magical treasures as the era of the Sealing of the Gods. They still valued techniques and powers.

"What is his cultivation level?" Ding Yue asked carefully.

In this world, everyone had their own tricks. Even a small cultivator like himself had an innate spiritual treasure. Don't underestimate others; it's better to be cautious.

Little Donkey said with disdain, "His magical power is decent, late-stage Earth Immortal, but his techniques and spells are average, making him easy to deal with."

Late-stage Earth Immortal, Ding Yue was surprised.

Ding Yue had been cultivating for a relatively long time. By now, his cultivation had reached the peak of True Immortal, while Little Donkey and Big Black Dog were just at the initial stage of Earth Immortal.

As for the little guy, he was at the initial stage of True Immortal during his juvenile period.

For the current group, a late-stage Earth Immortal was already quite high. Even without special skills, it was still a bit challenging.

"What is his name?" Ding Yue asked.

Little Donkey was taken aback and then said awkwardly, "I didn't have the chance to ask."

Ding Yue rolled his eyes in disdain at Little Donkey, speechless about this guy.

"Let's go. This time, we'll ask this fellow what his name is, and, of course, get a look at the Heavenly Essence Tower."

Ding Yue waved his hand, rode Little Donkey, with Big Black Dog leading the way and the little guy guarding, and they flew off.

Destination: Little Ji Mountain.

For innate spiritual treasures, Ding Yue's principle was to never let them pass by. Each piece was extremely precious, rare, and contained innate, undying spiritual light and the profound Dao. Ten postnatal spiritual treasures of the same power couldn't match one innate spiritual treasure.

Moreover, it seemed that all innate spiritual treasures had the effect of suppressing fate.

As for fate, everyone knew about it, right?

So, Ding Yue was determined to get the Heavenly Essence Tower.

Trick, steal, or rob!

Little Ji Mountain was located at the intersection of the southern and eastern regions of the Primordial Chaos. Ding Yue and his group were in the southern region, so the distance was quite far.

Big Black Dog and Little Donkey's hometowns were in the eastern region, and they had come to the southern region through special means.

It took the group nearly three years to reach the eastern region, even with Little Donkey's full-speed run of eight thousand miles per moment, which consumed a lot of magical power.

This made Ding Yue realize the vastness of the Primordial Chaos. He didn't know how many miles he had traveled.

According to Little Donkey, his father could travel over eighty thousand miles in a single breath, a speed that was well-known in the Heavenly Court.

No one was simple, Ding Yue sighed. This speed could almost match the Monkey King, the Equal of Heaven.

Little Ji Mountain was not very famous. For thousands of miles around, it was a desolate mountain range with few living beings. If it weren't for the owner's possession of a useless innate spiritual treasure, outsiders probably wouldn't know about this place.

After all, an Earth Immortal was just a higher-level low-rank cultivator in the Primordial Chaos.

Hmm? Still a low-rank cultivator!

Little Ji Mountain was only a few hundred feet high, always shrouded in a thin mist, a simple array, not very advanced.

Upon arrival, Big Black Dog suddenly became very high-profile.

"Woof~ Watch my power!" Roaring, Big Black Dog opened his large mouth, and his power appeared. In the blink of an eye, the mist on Little Ji Mountain dissipated.

"Woof~ Old man, quickly hand over the spiritual treasure, or I'll destroy you!" Big Black Dog stood in the air, shouting arrogantly.

Ding Yue's face turned dark. This dog was usually very showy, but in a situation where he seemed to have a good grasp, he became infinitely arrogant.

Ding Yue had wanted to negotiate, but now that was unnecessary.

The commotion was significant, and the owner of Little Ji Mountain had to come out. It was an old man in a white robe, with a large forehead, a ruddy complexion, and long, flowing hair and beard.

He had a very Daoist and immortal-like appearance!

"What do you intend, fellow Daoist?" The old man was very kind, even though he was being bullied by a dog, his tone remained calm.

Little Donkey's four hooves stepped on four green clouds, looking down at the ants.

"Woof~ Old man, I've set my eyes on your spiritual treasure. It's useless to you, so lend it to me!" Big Black Dog had a rogue's face, returning to the same arrogant look when he first met the little guy.

"Fellow Daoist, you're joking. That spiritual treasure belongs to me. How can I give it to you?" The old man, though calm, showed no willingness to negotiate.

"Hmm?" Big Black Dog tilted his head, threatening, "What, you won't give it?"

This result was unexpected. The spiritual treasure was useless to the old man, so why was he so protective of it?

"Fellow Daoist, you're joking. The spiritual treasure can't be given away." The old man shook his head, refusing, and his magical power surged, emitting a powerful aura.

Late-stage Earth Immortal!

"How did this old man's cultivation increase so quickly, almost reaching the level of a Heavenly Immortal?" Big Black Dog was surprised and quickly retreated to Ding Yue's side, puzzled.

At this moment, Ding Yue had to step forward and said to the old man, "Fellow Daoist, that spiritual treasure is very useful to me. I am willing to exchange it for a technique. What do you think?"

The old man's cultivation was not low, but he lacked techniques, so there was hope.

"Fellow Daoist, please leave." The old man firmly shook his head, showing no room for negotiation.