Acting as a Child Like a Child at Qianyuan Mountain

Guang Chengzi naturally didn't care about this; it wasn't something he should be doing.

What he needs to do now is travel around this magnificent land and see the manifestation of the myriad paths of the primordial world. After all, hearing is believing, and seeing is believing. No matter how eloquently others describe it, it is not as good as seeing it with your own eyes.

Although he had traveled through the prehistoric world before, he was just a minor immortal back then, so how could he dare to fly around so freely?

In some dangerous places, they dared not even walk, for fear of attracting the attention of some demons who would swallow them whole.

But now, if any demons dare to cause him trouble, he will kill them with a single sword strike. With this mindset, Guang Chengzi saw a completely different prehistoric world.

Along the way, Guang Chengzi would occasionally shout and act extremely impatiently, just like a greenhorn who had just graduated from school. Where was his former composure and demeanor?

If those Shangqing immortals were to see this, they would probably be greatly surprised. Could this really be Guangchengzi, who is known as the Little Primordial Celestial Venerable? This is practically someone from their Biyou Palace!

But Guang Chengzi didn't care about any of that. He followed his heart and laughed when he was happy and cried when he was sad. His Dao heart was extremely free, as if he had unearthed his true nature.

It took more than a thousand years for Guang Chengzi to recover and regain his serene appearance.

"Excellent! No wonder everyone wants to travel. It is indeed boring to sit on the mountain all day. Even I have been accumulating resentment in my heart. Now that it has been released, it has really been quite beneficial."

Guang Chengzi is now in high spirits, with a smile on his face and a much gentler aura. He no longer looks like the aloof celestial being he once was, but rather like a wise man in the mortal world, blending in with the world and existing forever.

Everyone has both good and evil in their heart. It's not that doing good all day makes one free from evil; rather, the amount of good one does is equal the amount of evil one does. It's just that by doing more good and suppressing evil, one appears truly kind.

Evil thoughts can be suppressed, but not eliminated. Besides, a person without evil thoughts is not a person, because he has no concept of self-protection.

Guang Chengzi naturally harbored evil thoughts, but he suppressed them with his Daoist heart. Just as hell is used to imprison evil people, he also imprisoned his evil thoughts in hell.

Imprisonment is not the same as erasure. Guang Chengzi would not arbitrarily erase any part of himself; he would simply take advantage of opportunities to travel to temporarily release some of his own essence.

In this way, one can continue to suppress evil thoughts, promote the essence of doing good, and at the same time avoid harming others. This is the method that everyone would choose.

As long as you don't act like those Shangqing immortals who let evil thoughts run rampant, and do whatever you want to relieve your desires, that's fine.

Guang Chengzi then killed another Golden Immortal Witch with a single sword strike, saving a weak tribe that was almost wiped out.

Having killed so many members of the Wu tribe over the years, Guang Chengzi had figured out a pattern: as long as the killing power was strong enough, killing the Wu tribe was as easy as cutting vegetables.

Killing other races requires preventing their souls from escaping, while also using the causal connection technique to eliminate any hidden resurrection attempts left behind.

But the Wu tribe is different, because their souls are integrated into their bodies. As long as they cut off the head, it is equivalent to annihilating the opponent's soul and spirit, which is incredibly convenient.

However, the physical bodies of the Witch Clan are simply too tough, capable of withstanding magical treasures of the same level without sustaining any damage. This is why some races are reluctant to challenge the Witch Clan to battle, as it's like trying to kill a tortoise shell – they can't kill it, and it's incredibly annoying.

Only a cultivator like Guang Chengzi, who possesses such a precious treasure, would think that the Wu Clan is easy to kill.

Ignoring the gratitude and even the statues of worshippers who had erected statues of him, Guang Chengzi continued his leisurely journey toward Buzhou Mountain, killing any Wu tribe he encountered along the way without any mercy.

Faced with such a united race, all Guang Chengzi could do was to completely annihilate them. He was too lazy to listen to their explanations. He could only blame their ancestral witch for not doing good deeds.

"Don't leave!"

Guang Chengzi beheaded another sorcerer with his sword, but suddenly felt a chilling wind behind his head, and a sharp sensation approached. Before he even got close, it almost cut off a few strands of his hair.

Faced with the biting wind, Guang Chengzi was already used to it. His whole body was like clouds and mist, easily splitting into thousands and dispersing into one, without any form.

Then a massive, icy hand descended from the sky, sweeping across the clouds. Countless wisps of mist were frozen solid, but even more scattered and fled, completely elusive.

No matter how the icy hand swept around, the mist remained faint and ethereal.

It swept across again, but the mist transformed into thousands of Guang Chengzi figures in mid-air, flying away in all directions, completely ignoring the grasp of the icy hand.

Guang Chengzi's technique of leaping across the earth with golden light was extremely skillful. In particular, by using the secret method of expounding heaven and earth to become one with heaven and earth, he could fly to any place in the world with just a few leaps.

Seeing that the man had escaped again, and in such an unpredictable and bizarre way, a man dressed in animal skin, with hair sticking up and a face as white as snow, gritted his teeth and flew out of the sky.

The man glared fiercely at the myriad golden lights in the distance, gritting his teeth as he said, "You despicable cultivator, don't let my Xuan Shui catch you! How dare you treat my people as prey to hunt! I will tear your entire clan to pieces to atone for the many humiliations my Wu Clan has suffered!"

Guang Chengzi's wanton hunting of the Wu tribe, without any attempt at concealment, naturally aroused the hostility of some Wu tribe members.

Xuan Shui was one of them. He had been hunting Guang Chengzi for hundreds of years, but had never managed to catch him.

Guang Chengzi didn't want to get entangled with such people, otherwise he wouldn't be able to kill them quickly and might attract attacks from other witch clans. Otherwise, he would have killed them long ago.

Xuan Shui was not giving up and continued to chase after Guang Chengzi, clearly determined not to give up.

Guang Chengzi's figure flickered slightly, and seeing another wisp of icy energy following behind, he couldn't help but laugh, "You actually dare to chase after me? Well, that's fine, this area is near Qianyuan Mountain, perfect for me to go see my future junior brother, Taiyi Zhenren, and kill you while I'm at it."

Guang Chengzi's travels were not about choosing a target and rushing towards it without paying attention to the scenery along the way; that would not be travel, but just another form of seclusion.

He prefers to do as he pleases. If he wants to go to Buzhou Mountain, then he will go to Buzhou Mountain. If he wants to visit other immortal mountains along the way, then he will visit other immortal mountains. He doesn't care at all.

The idea of ​​killing the Wu tribe was exactly what they wanted to do. After all, this race didn't do anything good. They thought they were descendants of Pangu and acted arrogantly towards other tribes all day long. They would kill anyone who wasn't careful.

Even the plan to create Mount Zhou was not seen by the Wu tribe as destroying the primordial world. On the contrary, the Wu tribe believed that they were the masters of the primordial world, and creating Mount Zhou was just to change the scenery. It was not a big deal at all.

Guang Chengzi felt no remorse when killing these demonic races; he only regretted not killing more.

In just a few days, Guang Chengzi arrived at a mountain. This mountain had a completely different but equally beautiful scenery from Jiuxian Mountain. It was Qianyuan Mountain.