Myriad Dragon Legacy

Seeing Meng Chen pocket an Innate Spirit Pill, disciples of the Intercepting Teaching and the Western Church who had some knowledge were burning with envy and jealousy!

Who among them wouldn't want to become a Primordial Saint?

After all, Primordial Saints were favored by the Calamity Fate of heaven and earth—attaining Zenith Heaven was as simple as eating or drinking for them.

As disciples of saints, with their masters' protection, they had no fear of dying halfway. Without a doubt, Meng Chen was destined to achieve Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal in the future.

That was also why Yuanshi Tianzun smiled so broadly.

His Chan Sect had already secured a future Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, and no external force could change that outcome—of course Yuanshi Tianzun was delighted.

Wu Liangzi's teeth were nearly ground to dust. Others merely envied and were jealous of Meng Chen, but he felt envy, jealousy, and hatred. He was a Primordial Saint—why wasn't his Calamity Fate as good as Meng Chen's?

Shwoosh!

The moment Wu Liangzi's attention wavered, a beam of treasure light shot straight toward him.

Through arduous cultivation, Wu Liangzi had already recovered to Golden Immortal cultivation. Even distracted, his reflexes remained sharp. He reached out and grabbed a crimson orb in his palm.

Boom!

The instant the orb landed in Wu Liangzi's palm, it swelled violently, erupting with intense light and heat as if a sun were about to explode, engulfing him entirely in radiance and flame.

From the others' perspective, Wu Liangzi had transformed into a sun itself, Solar True Fire blazing fiercely, annihilating spacetime and scorching heaven and earth.

The burst of light and heat was suppressed as quickly as it erupted. The sun had barely appeared before Wu Liangzi crushed it down into his palm with overwhelming divine power.

"A Solar Core!?"

Only then did everyone see what treasure Wu Liangzi had obtained. The object in his palm was unmistakably the core of a sun!

Only a sun's core could possess such abundant Solar True Fire; only a sun's core could nearly catch a Golden Immortal off guard.

The Primordial World encompassed all heavens and myriad realms, so naturally it had more than one sun. Different worlds had suns of varying sizes and power.

But no matter which world's sun, it was always a treasure of heaven and earth.

"Nephew Wu Liangzi truly deserves his status as a Primordial Saint—blessed with deep fortune, even a treasure like the Solar Core flies into his hands."

Sage Zhunti praised sincerely at the sight.

Saints adapted to new things remarkably well. Any other great power would never have been able to address Daoist Ran Deng as "Wu Liangzi" so naturally.

Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly. "Wu Liangzi's heart is firmly set on the Dao. He was willing to abandon all his cultivation just to join my Chan Sect. As his teacher, I am pleased that he has obtained this opportunity."

Rumble!

Just then, Sacred Spring Peak began to quake again, and a fierce roar echoed from deep within the earth. The sound was like mountains collapsing and tsunamis crashing, shaking the soul. The treasure light rising from Treasure Springs grew denser, painting the sky in a riot of colors.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the springs, knowing the second eruption had begun.

Heaven and earth were a massive furnace, and all beings, desires, loves, and hatreds were the materials within it.

A million years might not be long in the Primordial World, but the Heaven and Earth Furnace never stopped forging treasures. Each eruption could spew out artifacts that had been refined since time immemorial.

That was why Meng Chen had obtained an Innate Spirit Pill and Wu Liangzi a Solar Core just now.

No one knew what treasure would erupt next.

Boom!

The second wave started with a bang.

A bronze-colored dragon burst forth from one of the Treasure Springs, shattering spacetime and the Dao itself as it soared straight into the Ninth Heaven.

The dragon coiled in the sky, blotting out the stars and seas. Its body stretched countless light-years, and when its eyes opened, they nearly rivaled the sun and moon.

Beneath its shadow, even Sacred Spring Peak seemed no more than an ant. A single flick of its claw would reduce the peak to ashes.

Dragon might was like a prison; divine might like an ocean. An invisible force blanketed the entire world.

But with five saints present, the juniors remained calm. No one except Hongjun Daozu could harm them under the watch of five saints.

"Roar!"

The dragon bellowed, and heaven and earth trembled, the starry river shattered, and countless timelines were destroyed. This dragon's cry even penetrated past and future, directly altering the disciples' memories.

Then, countless images rose from the earth, scenes unfolding one after another.

On the Dragon-Phoenix Ancient Battlefield, corpses littered the ground, rivers of blood flowed, and the land was piled high with the bodies of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans. Four gleaming swords were thrust deep into the Earth Veins, silently absorbing the essence blood of the three clans' experts.

The Four Immortal Slaughtering Swords!

All the saints and juniors turned to Master Tongtian in unison. These four murderous swords had established Luo Hou's supreme status in the world.

Later, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation fell into Master Tongtian's hands, and he purified its demonic nature with supreme divine power, turning them into immortal treasures.

As their essence blood drained, the bodies of the Dragon Clan's experts could no longer hold together. The Dao laws, primal energies, and origins within them scattered into heaven and earth.

Yet though the dragons died, their obsessions did not vanish.

Over the long ages, these obsessions gathered, forcibly drawing back the Dao laws, primal energies, and origins that had scattered into the world, forming a dragon soul that sank deep into the earth.

The Dragon Clan had sinned against heaven, so the Archaic Dragon Clan's soul was naturally rejected by the world. Instead of becoming a true dragon, it was forged by the Heaven and Earth Furnace into a peerless divine weapon—the Myriad Dragon Whip.

Everyone now understood: this great dragon was not a real dragon, but a divine weapon.

Realizing this, they were filled with boundless anticipation for the Myriad Dragon Whip. Containing the Dao laws and origins of an entire dragon clan, such a treasure was the dream of every cultivator.

"Thankfully, we can't snatch them from each other."

The disciples instinctively glanced toward Meng Chen. If snatching were allowed, none of them would stand a chance.

"Elder Brother Yuanshi, who do you think the Myriad Dragon Whip will choose?"

Sage Zhunti narrowed his eyes.

He naturally hoped the whip would pick him as its master—that way, his rank among the sages could rise.

Yuanshi Tianzun stared at the Myriad Dragon Whip and shook his head. "It depends on the disciples' fortunes."

The moment he finished speaking, the colossal dragon in the void rapidly condensed into a nine-foot bronze whip. A vast stretch of sky, no longer supported by the dragon's body, collapsed, scattering space fragments and leaving pitch-black spatial fissures everywhere, as if the world were ending.

Sage Laozi frowned at the sight, then flicked his whisk. Everything returned to normal.

The Myriad Dragon Whip slammed down onto Sacred Spring Peak, darting through the crowd of disciples like a fish. Daoist Maitreya saw an opportunity. When the whip reached him, he reached out and grabbed.

Bang!

A scream rang out across Sacred Spring Peak. Daoist Maitreya had not only failed to catch the whip but had his palm pierced clean through.

Seeing this, the other disciples dared not entertain any schemes. They stood obediently in their places, waiting for the whip to choose its master on its own.

After Daoist Maitreya healed his hand, he stared at the whip with wary eyes. He knew he had been reckless.

The Myriad Dragon Whip wove through the crowd, occasionally pausing before a disciple. But with Maitreya's lesson fresh in mind, none dared to reach for it.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

With a series of whistling sounds, the whip arrived before Meng Chen. His mind was utterly calm. He desired treasures, but he would not chase them obsessively. The Great Dao was the foundation of cultivation.

The Myriad Dragon Whip did not stop in front of Meng Chen. With a whoosh, it turned into a speck of light and sank into his body.

"This..."

Daoist Duobao stretched out a hand, utterly dumbfounded.

He was the Daoist of Many Treasures!