Ancestral Dragon's Remnant Soul Appears: "Junior, Return My Dragon Clan's Karma!"

Inside the cave dwelling, all was silent.

The laziness and comfort that had lasted for several days had completely faded from Yang Chen's eyes.

In its place was a chill, like a frozen lake surface.

Annoying.

So annoying.

I just managed to put the Heavenly Dao and those biggest creditors, the Six Sages, in their place and taught them the rules. Now these ancient spirits, whose ashes can barely be gathered, dare to point fingers at me?

These three residual wills, like three flies that don't know death, buzzed incessantly in his ears, deep within his Primordial Spirit, day and night.

Dragon's Roar, Phoenix Cry, Kirin's wail.

Again and again, they repeated the sad songs of their previous Calamity, attempting to shake his now unshakeable Dao Heart with their long-outdated grievances.

Truly... clueless.

Yang Chen slowly opened his eyes, and the light of the night-luminescent pearls embedded in the cave walls dimmed.

He had wanted to enjoy a few more days of peace, to completely merge the Heavenly Dao's merit with himself.

Now it seemed these failures wouldn't even grant him that much tranquility.

Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say.

Defense?

That's the choice of the weak.

Passively enduring this mental harassment is not his style.

He, Yang Chen, has always done only one thing.

Take the initiative, and crush the root of all provocation completely!

He didn't get up, nor did he even change his posture.

With a thought.

His entire being actively sank.

He abandoned the protection of the Golden Light of Merit, allowing his consciousness to plummet like a meteor into the boundless abyss of Karmic Force that had been forcibly suppressed in the deepest part of his Primordial Spirit!

This sea of Karmic Force is Rahula's legacy, and even more so, my trump card. Since it has become mine, I should be the one in charge. It's time to go down and see who's making such a racket in my territory.

Boom!

As if crossing an invisible barrier.

The world before him instantly inverted.

There was no light, no sound, no concept of time or space.

Only a viscous, ink-like, boundless dark ocean.

This was Rahula's legacy, a sea of Karma and Karmic Force potent enough to make a Saint retreat.

Billions of souls who perished in the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity transformed into distorted, venomous black shadows, floating, roaring, and struggling in this sea.

They sensed the presence of the living.

That was what they most desired, and most hated!

In an instant, the entire sea of Karmic Force boiled.

"Give me back my life!"

"Why did you destroy my clan!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Countless black shadows, like a school of sharks smelling blood, tore madly at Yang Chen's divine sense body from all directions.

Any single one of these souls, with its resentment alone, was enough to shatter a Golden Immortal's Dao Heart and lead them down the demonic path.

Now, they were endless.

However, Yang Chen's divine sense body simply floated quietly in the center of the darkness.

Just a bunch of trash, not even worthy of a second glance from me.

Hum--

The phantom image of a nine-layered pagoda appeared above his divine sense.

Ten thousand strands of immensely dense Profound Yellow Qi descended, forming a seemingly fragile, yet indestructible, absolute barrier.

The Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda!

Positioned above his head, it was innately invincible!

No matter how the souls charged, howled, or attacked the light screen with the most vicious curses, the Profound Yellow Qi didn't even ripple.

Yang Chen didn't even spare these trash another glance.

His target was very clear.

Following the most overbearing and noisy dragon's roar, his divine sense transformed into a sharp arrow, ignoring all obstacles, and surged upstream towards the deepest part of the ocean of karmic force!

The deeper he went, the purer the surrounding resentment became, and the pressure increased exponentially.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time descending.

Ahead, a strange vacuum zone appeared in the chaotic sea of souls.

Here, all the shadowy figures of lost souls avoided it from afar, as if fearing some supreme existence.

And in the center of that vacuum zone.

Yang Chen saw the source of that dragon's roar and resentment.

Found you, the ringleader causing trouble.

It was a giant dragon.

A remnant soul of a giant dragon so massive that no words could describe it.

Its body stretched across the bottom of the ocean of karmic force, its end unseen, as if it were the dark abyss itself.

Its dragon body was already tattered and broken. Its scales, which should have been golden and radiant, were now ninety-nine percent shed, revealing dragon tendons and bones burning with inextinguishable, pitch-black karmic fire.

Its eyes, which once surveyed the Primordial World and commanded all waters, were now just two bottomless, hollow voids.

Yet, even so, the supreme majesty that commanded the entire ocean of karmic force merely by its existence, the imperial aura originating from the deepest part of its bloodline, belonging to the first dragon in existence, was still enough to make the divine souls of any Quasi-Saint-level Great Power tremble.

The former master of the Dragon race.

The overlord of heaven and earth.

The Ancestral Dragon!

The moment Yang Chen's divine sense reached this place.

The massive remnant soul, which seemed to have been dead for an immeasurable age, trembled violently.

From its two dark, hollow eye sockets, without any warning, two clusters of ghastly green ghost fires, filled with infinite resentment and rage, ignited!

The entire ocean of karmic force froze at this moment.

A vast, cold divine sense, devoid of any emotion yet containing boundless fury, exploded in Yang Chen's Sea of Consciousness like billions of chaotic divine thunderbolts!

"Junior who inherited Rahula's Karma!"

The voice of the divine sense, every syllable carrying a metallic grinding texture, scraped against Yang Chen's Primordial Spirit.

"You finally dare to face us directly!"

The remnant soul of the Ancestral Dragon slowly raised its massive head, its two ghost fires locking onto Yang Chen's divine sense body, which was as tiny as a speck of dust before it.

"I am the Ancestor of the Dragon race!"

"You bear the immense Karma of destroying my race, and today, you must pay!"

Its voice was filled with an unquestionable tone of command, as if its demand were a decree from the Heavenly Dao, the most righteous truth in this world.

Pay?

On what grounds?

Yang Chen's divine sense body did not waver in the slightest under the terrifying dragon might, nor did it strengthen the Profound Yellow Qi enveloping it.

He simply "watched" quietly.

Watching this former overlord unleash its most futile roar at him in this ocean of karmic force.

How ridiculous. You lost the war, your kin died, and now you're holding an unrelated successor accountable. When your Dragon race was vying for dominance in the Primordial World, why didn't you consider this day would come? The victor takes all, the simplest truth, and you still haven't understood it after being dead for so long.

The Ancestral Dragon's will was clearly enraged by Yang Chen's indifferent attitude.

"Offer your True Spirit!"

"Use your Divine Soul!"

"To quell the endless resentment of my billions of dragon sons and daughters!"

The moment the words fell.

An extremely terrifying dragon might, mixed with the boundless resentment of the entire Dragon race's destruction, was no longer a mere divine sense impact.

It transformed into a tangible spiritual storm, churning the entire ocean of karmic force, and swept towards Yang Chen's divine sense body!

Wherever the storm passed, countless weak souls were instantly crushed into dust.

Its purpose was singular.

To crush Yang Chen's divine sense on the spot, forcibly extract his origin, and make him the newest nourishment in this ocean of karmic force!

Getting angry out of embarrassment already? Good, the System mentioned a "Treasure Delivering Boy," so he should deliver some decent "express delivery." Let me see what surprises this former overlord can bring me.