Manifesting as the Ten Thousand Zhang Ancestral Dragon, Dragon's Roar Shakes the Four Seas!

Within the cave dwelling, the smile on Yang Chen's lips slowly faded.

He could feel that deep within every particle, a vast ocean lay dormant, and with every breath, he stirred the subtlest rhythms of the surrounding space.

This body was no longer a simple Innate Dao Body.

It was a weapon.

An ultimate killing weapon forged from the Ancestral Dragon Origin, sufficient to roam the Primordial World.

This power was not merely a means of self-preservation, but a bargaining chip to turn the tables. The Saints and the Heavenly Dao thought they had grasped my lifeline, unaware that I was quietly sharpening a fang that could pierce their throats.

"Just a drop of essence blood has brought such fortune."

"I wonder, what would it be like if this power were fully unleashed?"

A thought surfaced in his mind, impossible to suppress.

Let the three old ghosts in the Sea of Karmic Force have a good look at what kind of monster their so-called "debt" had spawned. They had to accept this grand gift.

He needed to verify.

Verify the limits of this power, and incidentally, send a greeting to those "old friends" who were pretending to be dead in the abyss of karmic force.

Yang Chen strode out of the humble cave dwelling that had accompanied him through his transmigration.

One step taken.

The peak of Kunlun Mountain, clouds surged.

He didn't activate any magic power, merely stood there, and an invisible will awakened within him.

It was the dominance and majesty from the apex of his bloodline, which had slumbered for countless aeons.

With a thought.

The Ancestral Dragon bloodline within him was completely activated!

Roar--!

A high-pitched dragon's roar, not from his mouth, but from every inch of his bones, every drop of his blood, exploded forth!

Ten thousand feet of golden light erupted from his body without any warning.

The light was not warm, but filled with aggression and a desire for conquest, the pure might of an emperor.

Within the light, his form began a rapid, unbelievable transformation.

His spine emitted sounds of cracking under immense pressure, rising higher and higher, extending endlessly towards the sky.

His skin tore inch by inch, shedding its mortal appearance, replaced by golden scales the size of a palm, inscribed with Great Dao Runes, covering his entire body in an instant.

His limbs transformed into ferocious dragon claws, glinting coldly, each unconscious swing tearing black fissures in the void.

Upon his majestic dragon head, two formidable dragon horns pierced the clouds, pointing directly at the heavens!

The entire process happened in the blink of an eye.

When the golden light dissipated, Yang Chen was no longer there.

In his place stood a colossal Golden Divine Dragon, over ten thousand feet long!

It coiled in the sky above Kunlun Mountain, its massive body obscuring the sun, casting a shadow that enveloped the continuous mountain range.

The golden dragon scales, under the sunlight, flowed with immortal radiance, each one seeming like a small world, containing immense power to suppress all things.

A pair of indifferent golden dragon eyes slowly opened.

In those eyes, there was no emotion befitting a living being, only a condescending gaze overlooking all sentient life, and absolute authority over heaven and earth.

So, this was the perspective of a Primordial Emperor. All things in heaven and earth were like dust in one's palm, and Laws and Order were merely strings played at will. This sense of dominance originating from the very source of life was intoxicating.

The appearance of this divine dragon was identical to the Ancestral Dragon Remnant Soul's peak form in the Sea of Karmic Force.

No.

It was even purer, even more powerful!

This was because what Yang Chen had merged with was the most primordial essence blood, untainted by the decline and resentment after the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han.

The next moment.

He opened his massive maw.

A supreme dragon might, pure to the extreme, originating from the apex of his bloodline, transformed into an invisible shockwave that swept outwards from him in all directions!

This dragon might was ancient, grand, and utterly unreasonable.

It disregarded space, disregarded time, and disregarded all formations and barriers in the Primordial World.

In an instant, it crossed endless mountains and rivers, spreading throughout the vast Four Seas and Eight Wastes.

The Crystal Palace in the East Sea.

The current gathering place of the Dragon Clan, it was the place with the densest Dragon Qi in the world after the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han.

Dragon King Ao Guang of the East Sea sat solemnly on his dragon throne, handling the myriad affairs of the clan.

The jade slip in his hand recorded the plight of the declining number of newborn young dragons in the clan over the past ten thousand years. Reading it, his brow furrowed, his dragon whiskers moving without wind.

Alas, another sixty-year cycle has passed, and the clan's fortune has shown no improvement. Will the glory of our ancestors truly fade into obscurity in my generation? We are called the Lords of the Four Seas, but in reality, we are merely prisoners kept by the Heavenly Court. How agonizing these endless years have been.

Just then.

A will, without any warning, descended.

That will directly acted upon his True Spirit, upon the deepest part of his bloodline.

What is this?! This pressure... it's not from a Saint, nor from the Dao Ancestor. It bypassed all my magical power and Dragon King Authority, striking directly at my origin!

The jade slip in Ao Guang's hand slipped from his grasp with a "snap."

He didn't even notice.

His massive body, at the peak of Grand Unity Golden Immortal, trembled violently.

A primal tremor, originating from the depths of his soul, seized his entire mind.

It was the absolute obedience of a subordinate to a superior.

It was the instinctive reverence of bloodline descendants for their Progenitor.

The dragon blood within his body froze for an instant, then began to boil furiously, urging him, commanding him, to make the only correct response.

Kneel!

Worship!

No! I am the Dragon King of the East Sea, ruling over billions of water creatures. How can I be so lowly! My dignity, my throne... But my bloodline is cheering, submitting, trembling at the descent of this will, as if a lonely soul that had wandered for billions of years had finally found its home.

The majesty and sorrow on Ao Guang's face were instantly replaced by a blank horror.

He wanted to resist, to maintain his dignity as the head of the Four Seas Dragon Kings.

But his body was completely out of his control.

His legs went weak, and he uncontrollably tumbled from his dragon throne, falling heavily onto the cold, hard crystal floor.

"This... this... is..."

His face was filled with horror, his voice trembling violently from extreme fear and excitement.

He rushed out of the Crystal Palace, looking towards the direction from which the dragon might emanated, towards Kunlun Mountain, with a look of terror.

"Old Ancestor... it's the Old Ancestor's aura!"

"Could it be that a Primordial Dragon Ancestor, slumbering in the Great Ruin, has awakened?!"

That's right! It must be the Progenitor's might! Our Dragon Clan, silent for countless Aeons, have we finally welcomed a turning point? Is it a blessing or a curse? Regardless, this world is about to change!

The same scene unfolded simultaneously in the Crystal Palaces of the West Sea, South Sea, and North Sea.

Dragon King Ao Run of the West Sea, Dragon King Ao Qin of the South Sea, and Dragon King Ao Shun of the North Sea, three Grand Unity Golden Immortals who could stir up boundless waves with a stomp of their feet, were now like the humblest shrimp soldiers and crab generals, prostrating themselves on the ground in disarray.

On their faces was a complex expression, identical to Ao Guang's, a mixture of fear, reverence, and fanaticism.

This pressure did not just affect the Dragon Kings.

Within the Four Seas, anyone with dragon blood.

Whether it was the Pureblood Dragon Clan guarding the Four Seas, or Flood Dragons, Water Serpents, or Fish Spirits with only a trace of diluted bloodline...

Regardless of their cultivation level, regardless of their location.

At this moment, they all felt the absolute, irresistible Supreme Edict from the source of their bloodline.

Their bloodlines wailed, their Divine Souls trembled.

They all stopped whatever they were doing and, facing the direction of Kunlun Mountain, towards the source of that will, prostrated themselves deeply, deeply, trembling.

For a time, within the Four Seas, Ten Thousand Dragons Submitted!