Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

Gu Chen did not attempt to stop them, allowing these vines to leave as he once again set out deeper into the vast Hundred Thousand Mountains.

To him, this was merely a minor episode along the way.

"Ao!"

As Gu Chen ventured a hundred miles in, beastly roars began to sound out intermittently—it was one barbaric beast after another.

The barbaric beasts born within the Hundred Thousand Mountains were unlike the ferocious beasts of the Nine Provinces, as even a more formidable barbaric beast was not something even a Master Martial Artist in the Innate Realm could handle.

Moreover, barbaric beasts were renowned for their physical prowess. Now, as Gu Chen continued on, his cultivation was completely suppressed, rendering it unusable, leaving him reliant solely on his physical body. Should he encounter a group of barbaric beasts, even the ultimate martial artist in the Coagulation Field Realm would face the danger of perishing if outnumbered.

Pu!

Suddenly, a surge of dark green miasma spewed towards Gu Chen and, at the same time, a massive flower bud opened up, revealing serrated teeth densely packed like a saw, gnawing towards Gu Chen.

Chi!

Gu Chen frowned slightly, repeating an old trick, igniting a wisp of true solar fire from the tip of his finger, burning everything in its path.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a roar sounded, and three massive figures surrounded Gu Chen.

They were three enormous barbaric beasts: one resembled an ape, another resembled a lion or tiger, and the last bore some similarity to a wild boar. Their pupils glinted with ferocity as saliva dripped from their mouths while they looked towards Gu Chen.

The strength of these three barbaric beasts was not weak, exuding a strong oppressive feeling. Even the ultimate martial artist in the Coagulation Field Realm would feel apprehensive if they encountered them. Unfortunately, they were facing Gu Chen.

Soon, a great battle ensued, with dust filling the sky accompanied by the roars and screams of the barbaric beasts. In just a short moment, the fight was over.

Gu Chen knew that the Hundred Thousand Mountains were vast, and searching blindly might take an indefinite amount of time.

At that moment, Gu Chen's consciousness delved deep, uniting with the heavenly seeds, his perception instantaneously heightened, one might even say skyrocketed.

His powerful divine consciousness swept across all directions while he continued moving forward. After half an hour, he finally got a result.

"Found you," Gu Chen raised an eyebrow, looking towards a certain direction.

Meanwhile, deep within the Hundred Thousand Mountains beneath a giant Altar, the barbaric tribe's High Priest Saranguis was meditating with closed eyes when suddenly, he opened them, a hint of shock crossing his face.

"Such a powerful divine consciousness, someone has ventured deep into the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Who is it?" Saranguis frowned, his complexion ruddy, the injuries he sustained from the battle with Gu Chen having completely healed.

The reason he had not emerged from seclusion was simply that Saranguis wanted to use the primordial demon god legacy to further his own power, aiming to reach the great completion of the Coagulation Field Realm.

He believed that once he achieved the great completion of the Coagulation Field Realm, he would certainly be able to slay Gu Chen, annihilate Da Xia, and retake everything he had lost.

"Has a warrior from the Nine Provinces actually dared to penetrate deep into the Hundred Thousand Mountains?" At this moment, Saranguis's brow furrowed tightly, and for some reason, he had a bad premonition.

"Could it be that youngster coming to find me?" As this thought crossed his mind, a wave of foreboding hung in Saranguis's heart.

"No, that's not right. The environment of the Hundred Thousand Mountains is bizarre, filled with the aura of ancient times, different from the outside world. Warriors from the Nine Provinces who come here cannot adapt. Not only can they not access spiritual energy, but even their cultivations are suppressed. That youngster may not dare to come here."

Saranguis pondered to himself. The Hundred Thousand Mountains were perilous indeed, even the barbaric tribes found it extremely difficult to live here. If not for years of survival, passing from the primordial era to now, and using the lives of countless barbarians to explore and find the most suitable living areas and dangerous places, the barbaric tribes would definitely not settle here.

Otherwise, there would be no need to try to break through the borders and occupy the Central Plains.

For the barbaric tribes, the Hundred Thousand Mountains were just as dangerous, with the slightest carelessness leading to death.

It could even be said that the reason why the barbaric tribes had always been few in number was largely related to their living environment.

"Who exactly is it? That powerful divine consciousness just now couldn't possibly belong to an ordinary martial artist from the Nine Provinces. Could it be that Bastu from the Great Yuan has ascended to the Divine Intent Realm?" Saranguis's brow was deeply furrowed, and he was somewhat unsure whether to hide.

At this moment, he glanced at the towering Altar behind him, where the primordial demon god legacy was placed. He could depart, but the Altar could not be moved an inch.

It was by relying on this Altar that the barbaric tribe could survive in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"Even if a warrior of the Divine Intent Realm comes here, their cultivation will be thoroughly suppressed, and the Divine Intent they have condensed might not be usable. Here in this place, I naturally stand on invincible ground. Killing me won't be so easy." Thinking so, Saranguis felt much more at ease and decided not to leave.

Meanwhile, he continued to gaze into the distance, wanting to know who, after so many years, dared to enter deep into the Hundred Thousand Mountains— who had such audacity.

As he waited, half an hour passed. Then, before Saranguis's watchful eyes, a figure finally emerged from the dense jungle not far away.

"You are...Gu Chen?!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Saranguis was greatly surprised. He did not expect that Gu Chen would truly pursue him to this place.

As the saying goes, seeing one's enemy is exceptionally unsettling. Gu Chen was the culprit responsible for the annihilation of the barbaric tribe—with five hundred thousand barbaric warriors and the tribal chief Yelanbar among others all dead by Gu Chen's hand, how could Saranguis not hate him?

It was because of Gu Chen that he had become a lone survivor. Even if he later occupied the Central Plains, what would that matter now? The barbaric tribe had already been wiped out.

"Gu...Chen!"

Grinding his teeth, Saranguis spat out the two words with a hatred so intense that even Gu Chen could clearly feel the bone-chilling murderous intent.

But Gu Chen showed no change in expression, instead calmly stating, "Saranguis, I have come to kill you."

"Kill me? Hahaha!" Upon hearing Gu Chen's words, Saranguis immediately burst out laughing, but his laugh was cold.

After a while, the laughter stopped, and the High Priest Saranguis, with a fierce look on his face, said in a stern voice: "Do you know where you are? This is the Hundred Thousand Mountains, my territory! I don't know whether to call you arrogant or foolish for daring to chase me here—you're courting death!"

"A godsent opportunity, this is a godsent opportunity. After killing you, I will flay and debone you, as a sacrifice to the spirits of countless heroic warriors of my tribe!" Bellowed Saranguis, his entire being utterly agitated.

He believed that Gu Chen was delivering himself to death at his hands, so of course, he was excited.

But at this moment, Gu Chen ignored Saranguis and instead cast his gaze beyond the high priest, towards the towering Altar behind him. His keen senses could detect an unusual aura within, drawing him with a strong attraction.

The legacy of the primordial demon gods was within that Altar!