Inside the cave dwelling, the smile at the corner of Yang Chen's lips slowly faded.
He could feel that within every tiny particle lay a vast ocean, and every breath stirred the subtlest rhythms of the surrounding space.
This body was no longer merely an Innate Dao Body.
It was a weapon.
An ultimate killing weapon forged from Ancestral Dragon Origin, enough to roam the Primordial World unhindered.
This power was not merely capital for self-preservation, but also a bargaining chip to turn the tables. The Saints and the Heavenly Dao thought they had grasped my lifeline, never realizing that I was quietly sharpening a fang capable of piercing their throats.
"Just a single drop of essence blood has brought such fortune."
"I wonder what it will look like when this power is fully unleashed."
A thought surfaced in his heart and could no longer be suppressed.
Let those three old ghosts in the Sea of Karmic Force take a good look at what kind of monster their so-called "debt" had created. They had no choice but to accept this grand gift.
He needed to verify it.
To verify the limits of this power, and also send greetings to those "old friends" hiding in the abyss of karmic force and playing dead.
Yang Chen stepped out of the crude cave dwelling that had accompanied him since his transmigration.
He took one step forward.
At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, the sea of clouds churned.
He did not activate any mana. Simply standing there, an invisible will awakened from within him.
It was the dominance and majesty slumbering for countless eras at the very pinnacle of his bloodline.
With a thought from him—
The Ancestral Dragon bloodline within his body fully awakened!
Aoo—!
A resounding Dragon's Roar did not come from his mouth, but exploded from every inch of his bones and the deepest depths of every drop of his blood!
Golden light spanning ten thousand zhang erupted from his body without warning.
That light was not warm. It was pure imperial might, filled with aggression and the desire to conquer.
Within the light, his body began undergoing a violent, unimaginable transformation.
His spine emitted cracking sounds as though it could no longer bear the strain, each section rising and extending endlessly toward the heavens.
His skin tore apart inch by inch, shedding its mortal appearance. In its place, palm-sized golden scales engraved with Great Dao Runes covered his entire body in an instant.
His limbs turned into savage dragon claws that gleamed with cold light. Every unconscious sweep tore black rifts through the void.
Above his majestic dragon head, two imposing dragon horns pierced the clouds and pointed directly at the sky!
The entire process took no more than a flash.
When the golden light faded, Yang Chen was nowhere to be seen.
In his place was an enormous Golden Divine Dragon over ten thousand zhang long!
It coiled above Kunlun Mountain, its massive body blotting out the sun and casting a shadow over the endless mountain range.
Under the sunlight, its golden dragon scales shimmered with immortal radiance. Every scale seemed like a tiny world, containing vast power capable of suppressing everything.
A pair of indifferent golden dragon eyes slowly opened.
There was none of the emotion possessed by living beings in that gaze, only a lofty disdain for all life and absolute dominion over heaven and earth.
So this was the perspective of a Primordial Emperor. All things beneath heaven and earth were like dust in one's palm, while Laws and Order were merely strings to be plucked at will. This sense of control born from the very origin of life was intoxicating.
This divine dragon looked exactly like the Ancestral Dragon Remnant Soul at its peak within the Sea of Karmic Force.
No.
It was even purer, even more powerful!
Because what Yang Chen had fused with was the most fundamental essence blood, without even a trace of the decay and resentment left after the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han.
The next moment—
He opened his enormous jaws.
Supreme Dragon Might, pure to the extreme and originating from the pinnacle of his bloodline, turned into an invisible shockwave that swept outward in every direction from him!
This dragon might was ancient, vast, and utterly unreasonable.
It ignored space, ignored time, and ignored every formation and barrier within the Primordial World.
In an instant, it crossed endless mountains and rivers and spread throughout the vast Four Seas and Eight Wastes.
East Sea, Crystal Palace.
The current gathering place of the Dragon Clan. After the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han, this had become the place with the densest Dragon Qi in heaven and earth.
Dragon King Ao Guang of the East Sea sat upright upon his dragon throne, handling the clan's complicated affairs.
The jade slip in his hand recorded the dire situation of newborn dragons within the clan dwindling sharply over the past ten thousand years. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his dragon whiskers stirred without wind.
Another sixty years have passed, yet the clan's fortune still shows no sign of improving. Must the glory of our ancestors truly fade completely in my generation? We are called the Lords of the Four Seas, yet in truth, we are merely prisoners raised by the Heavenly Court. These endless years have been so agonizing.
Just then—
A will descended without warning.
That will acted directly upon his True Spirit and the deepest depths of his bloodline.
What is this?! This pressure... it is neither a Saint nor the Dao Ancestor. It bypassed all my mana 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 did not even notice.
His enormous body at the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm trembled violently.
A primal shudder born from the depths of his soul seized his entire mind.
It was the absolute submission of an inferior being to a superior one.
It was the instinctive reverence of bloodline descendants toward their progenitor.
The dragon blood within him froze in an instant, then began boiling madly, urging him, commanding him to make the only correct response.
Kneel!
Worship!
No! I am Dragon King Ao Guang of the East Sea, ruler over countless Water Tribe beings. How can I be so lowly? My dignity, my throne... Yet my bloodline is cheering, submitting, trembling at the descent of this will, like a wandering soul adrift for countless ages finally finding its home.
The majesty and sorrow on Ao Guang's face were instantly replaced by blank horror.
He wanted to resist. He wanted to preserve the dignity of being the foremost among the Four Seas Dragon Kings.
But his body was completely beyond his control.
His legs went weak, and he tumbled uncontrollably from the dragon throne, heavily kneeling upon the cold, hard crystal floor.
"This... this... is..."
His face was filled with horror, and his voice shook violently from extreme fear and excitement.
He suddenly rushed out of the Crystal Palace and stared in horror toward Kunlun Mountain, the direction from which the dragon might had come.
"Old Ancestor... it is the Old Ancestor's aura!"
"Could it be that some Primordial Dragon Ancestor slumbering in the Land of Return to Ruin has awakened?!"
That's right! It is absolutely the majesty of our progenitor! The Dragon Clan has been silent for countless eras. Has our turning point finally arrived? Is it fortune or disaster? No matter what, 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 boundless waves with a mere stomp of their feet—were now sprawled miserably on the ground like the lowliest shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
Their faces bore the same complex expression as Ao Guang's, mixed with fear, reverence, and fanaticism.
This pressure did not affect only the Dragon Kings.
Within the Four Seas, every being with Dragon Clan bloodline—
Whether they were Pureblood Dragon Clan members guarding the Four Seas, or flood dragons, water serpents, and fish spirits carrying only the faintest trace of dragon blood...
Regardless of their cultivation or where they were—
At this moment, they all sensed the absolute, irresistible Supreme Edict that came from the source of their bloodline.
Their bloodlines wailed, and their Divine Souls trembled.
They all stopped whatever they were doing and deeply, deeply prostrated themselves in the direction of Kunlun Mountain, toward the source of that will, shivering uncontrollably.
For a time, throughout the Four Seas, Ten Thousand Dragons Submit!
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