After that, there were the great powers such as Kun Peng, Di Jun, and Tai Yi, some of whom had deep cultivation and gained much, while others gained little.
Regardless, it was all fate, all opportunity.
It all depended on whether one could grasp it.
In the Purple霄 Palace, the Great Dao was endless, but outside the Purple霄 Palace, bandits were rampant.
At the entrance, Hao, who was guarding the gate, glanced at a stretch of chaos in the blink of an eye.
Immediately, his face darkened, and he shouted, "Villain! How dare you!"
A long sword severed the flowing wind, water, earth, and fire, revealing a figure in white.
The man in white had a handsome and perfect face, the Creator. He exuded pure, clean world power, unstained by any dust.
Hao questioned, "Who are you, great power? How dare you commit theft before the Purple霄 Palace?"
Before the figure in white was a magnificent and towering treasure mountain, from which countless rays of light emanated. If this were in the Primordial World, it would surely illuminate all directions and benefit countless beings.
This object was the Treasure Distribution Cliff! The Dao Ancestor had accumulated numerous spiritual treasures throughout his endless cultivation. Each one was a congenital treasure! The sheer quantity was at least over a thousand!
The figure in white, his path disrupted, was not angered at all. His face was as calm as a puppet, and he said coldly, "The Dao Ancestor placed the Treasure Distribution Cliff in the chaos without prohibition, implying that anyone with destiny could take it. I merely came to collect it in advance."
Hao chuckled, "I am a clone of the Dao Ancestor, and my presence here serves as the prohibition."
The figure in white shook his head, "The Dao Ancestor is the Dao Ancestor, and you are not even one ten-thousandth of the Dao Ancestor. You have already become another great power in heaven and earth, though your origin is from the Dao Ancestor, and there is still some connection."
Hao's face stiffened, and he said coldly, "Nonsense. Since you say so, you shall not leave."
The figure in white continued to speak calmly, "If your words represent the Dao Ancestor's will, I will leave immediately."
Hao's eyes flickered. He no longer answered and directly unleashed his Kunlun Sword again.
The Dao Ancestor desired nothing and viewed a thousand spiritual treasures as empty. However, he could not yet reach such a state of inaction. It was evident to all the supreme powers that the Dao Ancestor would merge with the Dao.
Although he was initially the Dao Ancestor's will, when he descended to the Primordial World and unified under the title "Hao," he had already absorbed other primordial spirits.
Before the Dao Ancestor's third lecture, he also withdrew the Dao Ancestor's will that was imposed upon him. Therefore, he was now merely Hao, not the Dao Ancestor's consciousness.
While the Dao Ancestor merging with the Dao did not require spiritual treasures, he would need them for his future journeys in the Primordial World!
It was for this reason that he coveted spiritual treasures and was unwilling to back down.
The figure in white who came to collect the treasures was Qing Ling's primordial chaotic self.
Qing Ling's Primordial World self was currently in the star system of the twenty-eight heavens, comprehending the stars, and thus could not come in person.
His past self, the Ancestor Huang Long, remained in the Four Seas and could not easily leave. His future self, Qing Xuan, was listening to the Dao in the Purple霄 Palace.
Thus, only his chaotic self had the strength and leisure to come and collect treasures.
With the Dao Ancestor's merging with the Dao imminent, all the spiritual treasures on the Treasure Distribution Cliff would be bestowed upon the beings of the Primordial World. Qing Ling naturally did not want to miss out.
The chaotic self dwelled deep within the chaos, relying on endless chaotic power. Furthermore, he had no bottlenecks in cultivation. His current magic power was as profound as a quasi-saint who had severed two corpses!
He lacked cultivation realm but possessed immense magic power.
Even so, he could accomplish many things!
World power emanated from Qing Ling, and small worlds were born from the void, surrounding him in the center.
The edge of the Kunlun Sword, a supreme spiritual treasure, shattered a world, but more worlds awaited it.
Although Qing Ling's chaotic self had no cultivation realm and could not cultivate divine abilities, his innate ability to create worlds made him incredibly troublesome.
Qing Ling had no intention of reasoning with Hao further. He sat cross-legged, and a majestic World Tree appeared behind him. Worlds upon worlds descended, shielding Qing Ling. Only by breaking through layer after layer of worlds and destroying all the worlds he had created could one touch his true form.
However, no matter how small a world was, it was still a world. He had the chaos as his backing and could infinitely create small, lifeless worlds from nothingness. Therefore, in the chaos, no one except the power of a Saint could instantly destroy his surrounding small worlds, and no one else could harm him.
Qing Ling walked step by step towards the Treasure Distribution Cliff, small worlds following him.
Hao unleashed thirty-two streaks of Kunlun Sword light, shattering over a hundred small worlds. His divine abilities were not insignificant.
But there were still hundreds of small worlds surrounding Qing Ling!
Sword light that even dozens of supreme powers would retreat from. Qing Ling walked through it, reached the Treasure Distribution Cliff, and with a wave of his sleeve, collected several spiritual treasures.
Then, with another wave of his sleeve, he collected over a dozen more spiritual treasures.
Hao was filled with helplessness. With his cultivation of the thirty-third heaven, he could not even harm this monster. He stopped exerting himself.
After all, the Dao Ancestor had instructed him to guide all cultivators to the Treasure Distribution Cliff to collect treasures after the lecture.
He had initially thought that those who collected treasures would at least be from within the Purple霄 Palace, and that later, they would not use the spiritual treasures from the Treasure Distribution Cliff against him, considering the guidance he had provided.
However, he never expected such a strange person to appear!
Inside the Purple霄 Palace, the Dao Ancestor's lecture on the Great Dao continued unabated. The figure in white at the Treasure Distribution Cliff did not draw even a wisp of his attention.
Each time Qing Ling waved his sleeve, several congenital spiritual treasures were absorbed into his sleeve-world.
Each of these spiritual treasures had restrictions. If one's strength was insufficient, they naturally could not take too many.
Qing Ling's sleeves flapped incessantly, and spiritual treasures were collected like dumplings being dropped into water.
In the Primordial World, congenital spiritual treasures were scarce and limited in number. Although he had not counted them, Qing Ling had a rough idea. There would be no more than three thousand.
This was because each Great Dao would give birth to a Dao-specific treasure, and while the hundred thousand and eighty minor Daos would also give birth to spiritual treasures, by then, the heavens and earth had already opened, and these spiritual treasures were not congenital!
Even though each congenital treasure possessed a spirit, their spiritual essence could not overpower Qing Ling's sleeve.
Even the unwilling spiritual treasures were forcefully collected by him.
These spiritual treasures were not only useful to his Primordial World self but even more so to him.
This was because he lacked a cultivation realm and did not cultivate divine abilities, possessing only immense magic power. If he had spiritual treasures, he could naturally use their power as if he possessed divine abilities!
One by one, spiritual treasures were collected into his sleeve without even a glance, without stopping for a moment. He collected them from the bottom of the Treasure Distribution Cliff all the way to the top.
Hao, who had retreated to the entrance of the Purple霄 Palace, watched as spiritual treasures were collected one after another, his heart bleeding. Although he could not take treasures at this moment, the remaining spiritual treasures after the various great powers collected theirs were all waiting for him to take.
Even the supreme powers could not take too many.
On the Treasure Distribution Cliff, if one was not fated with a spiritual treasure, they would naturally not encounter it and thus could not take it.
Therefore, he had plenty of time to collect the rest slowly.
Watching the white-clothed figure's sleeves flit up and down, he desperately wanted to shatter that figure.
As Qing Ling walked, he saw a spiritual treasure emitting golden light, with chaotic energy flowing within. He immediately waved his large sleeve, intending to collect it.
However, the treasure's golden light shifted, causing his sleeve-world to miss. This clearly indicated that the spiritual treasure did not wish to leave with him; it had another owner.
Qing Ling, however, would not let it go. He repeatedly waved his sleeves. If he couldn't collect it once, he would try three, five, seven, eight, or even ten times. He swung his sleeves thirty-six times before finally collecting it.
Upon holding it, Qing Ling paused for a moment. The Hunyuan Golden Dou, a supreme congenital spiritual treasure of thirty-six layers!
He had no emotions and did not think about the future San Xiao sisters. His Primordial World self, on the other hand, lamented that it might be a good thing that the Hunyuan Golden Dou did not fall into the hands of the San Xiao.
Qing Ling's chaotic self merely paused and continued forward. As he walked, spiritual treasures frequently disappeared, and treasures retreated.
Upon reaching the top of the Treasure Distribution Cliff, Qing Ling had only collected over two hundred spiritual treasures.
He used world power to collect them, and combined with his cultivation comparable to a quasi-saint who had severed two corpses, it took him hundreds of years to collect just over two hundred spiritual treasures.
Ordinary Grand Unity Immortals, if fated, might collect a few items. Those without fate, if they arrived late, might not get even one.
Many of these spiritual treasures would flow across the Primordial World, waiting for those with fate!
Qing Ling looked at the peak of the Treasure Distribution Cliff. There were only eight characters.
"Having received spiritual treasures, one must protect the Primordial World!"
The eight Dao patterns were direct and straightforward, without any pretense, admonishing the great powers that giving treasures was the cause, and protection was the effect.
If this karmic debt was not repaid, one would owe the karma of the Heavenly Dao, and the consequences would naturally not be good.
Qing Ling nodded silently, then turned and left, stepping through the wind, water, earth, and fire, returning to the depths of chaos within his World Tree's本体.
At this time, within the Purple霄 Palace, the voice of the Great Dao ceased. The three thousand guests of the Purple霄 Palace were silent.