Yang Chen: You Woke Me Up, and You Think You're in the Right?

The terrifying dragon might at the very core of the mental storm, potent enough to tear apart the Divine Soul of a Quasi-Saint, was completely nullified by a seemingly fragile layer of Profound Yellow light just three feet from Yang Chen's divine sense body.

Ten thousand strands of Profound Yellow energy cascaded down, like an eternally unmoving mountain. No matter how the storm raged, not even the faintest ripple was stirred.

The billions of dragon souls wailing amidst the storm, the venomous curses potent enough to tarnish the Dao Heart of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, struck this layer of light like snowflakes meeting a scorching sun, dissolving silently, leaving not a trace behind.

This was the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda.

This was innate invincibility.

Standing within this absolute protection, Yang Chen's divine sense body remained completely still, not even strengthening the Profound Yellow energy enveloping him by half a point.

That's it? Is this the clout of the former overlord of heaven and earth? It's not even good enough to tickle me. Looks like the System was right about the "Treasure Delivering Boy." Judging by this furious posture, is it going to send its trump card treasures next?

He felt no reverence, nor the slightest bit of fear.

On his face, there was only the pure impatience of someone whose peaceful slumber had been disturbed.

He raised a hand and casually picked at his ear, as if the dragon might that had shaken the entire Sea of Karmic Force was merely a rather annoying ringing in his ears.

Reasoning with such a lonely ghost clinging to the past was useless; he had to use the simplest, most brutal method to completely crush its pathetic pride.

This gesture was the epitome of contempt.

In this dead, silent abyss of karmic force, before the remnant soul of the former overlord of heaven and earth, this silent posture was more humiliating than any vicious words.

Then, with a tone lazy to the bone, yet tinged with a deliberate desire to provoke, he slowly opened his mouth.

"I say."

"Old loach, who the hell are you?"

"Not sleeping in the middle of the night and howling in my mind, have you no sense of public decency?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

BOOM!

The all-encompassing mental storm, that ultimate, savage dragon might, without any warning, suddenly halted.

Time itself seemed to be forcibly paused at this moment.

The entire boiling Sea of Karmic Force experienced a momentary solidification.

The Ancestral Dragon's vast, boundless remnant soul froze.

Old... loach? What is he saying? This term... what does it mean? Is it a new divine ability, or some kind of vicious true word? No... no, this isn't an attack on the level of law, this is... a common, lowly term used to describe a crawling creature in a ditch! How dare he use such a term to describe me?!

Its empty eye sockets, ignited by resentful ghost fire, twitched violently. The sickly green flames flickered, revealing an utterly absurd disbelief.

It had considered countless possibilities.

This junior, who bore Rahula's karma, might be fearful, might beg for mercy, might argue, or even stubbornly resist.

But it had never, ever imagined that the other party's response would be such... a provocation akin to a common street rogue.

Old loach?

Public decency?

Public decency... what is that? Is it the Great Dao of some Demon God? Why have I never heard of it? Wait, this seems to be... a rule among those ephemeral creatures that live and die in a single day? How dare he measure my actions by the rules of mere ants?!

These two words were more foreign and jarring to it than the most vicious curse.

"You... what did you say?!"

A rage ten times more furious than before erupted from every corner of the Ancestral Dragon's remnant soul! The grand divine sense voice was no longer a cold interrogation, but had transformed into soul-scorching magma.

"I am the Ancestral Dragon!"

"The first dragon in heaven and earth!"

"The former ruler of the Primordial World!"

"You, a misfortuned wretch bearing the karma of our clan's extinction, how dare you..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Yang Chen waved his hand impatiently, directly interrupting its epic self-introduction.

His movements were frivolous, his tone filled with contempt.

Yes, yes, yes, that's the spirit. Keep boasting. The louder you blow your own horn, the harder your face will fall later.

"Don't feed me all that nonsense, Ancestral Dragon, ruler, aren't you all long dead and buried?"

"That's ancient history from the last Calamity, bringing it up again. If you're not embarrassed, I find listening to it demeaning."

Yang Chen's divine sense body drifted forward slightly, staring directly into those burning ghost fire eyes, the corners of his mouth curved in mockery.

"When you're dead, you should rest in peace."

"Dust to dust, earth to earth."

"Understand?"

"Constantly holding concerts, memorial services, and group spiritual pollution sessions here, disturbing my cultivation."

He paused, then retorted righteously:

"Come, let me teach this old fossil what the rules of the new era are."

"What, you're dead and you still have a point?"

"Disturbing others' rest is the greatest karma in this world! Do you old fossils understand this principle?"

This earth-shattering, unorthodox logic, like countless invisible sharp knives, precisely pierced the already decayed dignity of the Ancestral Dragon's remnant soul.

It had lived for countless aeons, suppressed ancient fierce beasts, commanded the four seas and all races, and vied with the Phoenix Ancestor and the First Qilin for the supreme position of the protagonists of heaven and earth.

It had witnessed the most despicable betrayal and endured the most brutal failure.

But it had never seen, never heard, never imagined that there could be such a shameless person in this world!

Absurd! It was practically turning heaven and earth upside down, confusing yin and yang! The resentment of our departed souls is the most fundamental karmic force in heaven and earth, and he actually compared it to... noise? And then accused us of disturbing his rest?!

What kind of absurd logic is this!

What kind of distortion of facts is this!

Clearly, he was the debtor bearing the deep hatred of the Sea of Blood, yet he was now accusing the creditor of being too noisy and disturbing his peace!

"You... you... you..."

For the first time, the Ancestral Dragon's magnificent divine sense showed signs of incoherence.

Anger, no, this was no longer anger. It was a new emotion, a mixture of absurdity and violence, after its dignity was crushed. My majesty, my sorrow, the blood and tears of my clan for billions of years, in his eyes, were worthless, even less important than his peace!

It was angered to a whole new level.

A state that transcended anger, transcended malice, and was purely shocked by the other party's shamelessness.

The next moment, this extreme shock transformed into a rage that burned everything!

"Roar--!!!"

A dragon's roar, in the truest sense of the word, exploded from the deepest origin of the Ancestral Dragon's remnant soul!

This time, it was no longer a mere divine sense impact.

Boom!

Dark karmic fire burned fiercely on its tattered dragon body, the flames soaring into the sky, illuminating this endless dark abyss into a desperate purgatory.

The entire Sea of Karmic Force boiled completely!