Dragon King Ao Guang of the East Sea: Which Ancestor Has Been Resurrected?

East Sea, Crystal Palace.

Deep within the palace, forged from ten thousand years of profound ice, Ao Guang sat upright on his dragon throne, his brow furrowed.

The jade slip in his hand recorded the dire situation of the Dragon Clan's newborn dragon population plummeting over the past ten thousand years. Those shocking numbers made his proud dragon whiskers twitch even without a breeze.

Another full sixty-year cycle had passed.

The clan's fortune remained stagnant, showing no signs of improvement. Was the supreme glory established by their ancestors in the Primordial Era truly destined to fade into obscurity during his generation, becoming mere dust in the annals of history? I am ashamed before my ancestors.

He was called the Lord of the Four Seas, but in reality, he was merely a prisoner kept by the Heavenly Court. This crown was less a symbol of honor and more a shackle, constantly reminding him of the Dragon Clan's humiliation. These endless years had been agonizing.

Just then.

A will descended without warning.

This will was not the pressure of a Saint, nor a decree from the Dao Ancestor. It bypassed the Crystal Palace's myriad restrictions and his Grand Unity Golden Immortal protective magic, directly striking his True Spirit and seizing the deepest part of his bloodline.

What is this?! Is some Saint toying with my Dragon Clan again? Or has the Heavenly Court delivered a new punishment?

The jade slip in Ao Guang's hand slipped from his grasp with a crack, shattering on the cold, hard crystal floor.

He didn't even notice.

His massive, majestic body trembled violently, a primal shudder from the depths of his soul gripping his entire being.

No... that's not right. This isn't the pressure of a Saint. This aura... it's ancient, familiar, as if it's calling... calling the source of my bloodline.

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

It was the instinctive reverence of a descendant towards their progenitor.

The dragon blood within him first froze for an instant, then began to boil uncontrollably, roaring like a mountain and sea, urging him, commanding him, to make the only correct response.

Kneel!

Worship!

No! I am the Dragon King of the East Sea, ruler of countless water beings, divinely appointed by the Heavenly Dao! How can I be so lowly! My dignity, my throne... my reason resisted, but my bloodline rejoiced, urged, trembled at the descent of this will, as if a lonely soul wandering for eons had finally found its home.

In Ao Guang's mind, his reason screamed, trying to maintain the last vestige of dignity as the Lord of the Four Seas.

But his body honestly betrayed his will.

His legs buckled, his knees making a brittle cracking sound under the unbearable weight, and he uncontrollably tumbled from the dragon throne that symbolized supreme authority, crashing to his knees on the ground.

The hard crystal floor bore two spiderweb-like cracks where his knees struck.

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

His face was filled with horror, his voice trembling violently from extreme fear and excitement, each word carrying an uncontrollable tremor.

That pressure, that will...

It was too ancient.

Too pure.

The dominance and majesty contained within it clearly belonged to the legendary Ancestral Dragon who founded the entire glorious might of the Dragon Clan! There was no mistake! This was definitely the power of the progenitor!

He rushed out of the Crystal Palace, his massive dragon body creating a gust of wind that sent the shrimp soldiers and crab generals before the palace staggering.

He paid them no mind, only looking towards the direction from which the dragon's might emanated, towards Kunlun Mountain, with a look of dread.

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

Ao Guang's voice shifted from initial shock to an almost unbelievable ecstasy.

"Could it be that some Primordial Dragon Ancestor, slumbering in the Dragon Mausoleum of the Great Ruin, sensed our Dragon Clan's decline and has emerged?!"

That's it!

It must be the progenitor's majesty! My Dragon Clan, dormant for countless aeons, having endured the Heavenly Court's disdain and the Heavenly Origin Sect's condescension, have we finally welcomed a turning point?

Whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's better than this current state of lingering on, waiting for death! This world is about to change!

"Quick! Go investigate!"

Ao Guang turned excitedly, roaring orders at the turtle prime ministers and dragon princes and grandchildren who were also kneeling on the ground, their souls terrified.

"At all costs, find out the source of this dragon's might!"

His voice carried an irrepressible sob, his majestic dragon face etched with excitement, reverence, and a desperate fervor.

"This must be a sign of my Dragon Clan's resurgence!"

The turtle prime minister also teared up, his cloudy eyes bursting with unprecedented brilliance. He nodded repeatedly, roaring his response with all his might. The heavens have eyes! This old servant... I have finally waited for this day!

"As you command, my King!"

Since the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han, although the Dragon Clan was nominally the Lord of the Four Seas, their former glory had long since vanished. They were constantly constrained and lived in great humiliation.

Now, the sudden appearance of an ancestor with such terrifying aura was no less than a powerful shot in the arm, a life-saving elixir for the entire Dragon Clan!

At the same time.

West Sea, South Sea, North Sea.

The same scene unfolded simultaneously in three equally magnificent but lifeless crystal palaces.

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, these Grand Unity Golden Immortals who could stir up boundless giant waves with a stomp of their foot, were now like the humblest shrimp soldiers and crab generals, prostrating themselves on the ground in utter disarray, directing their highest reverence towards a single direction.

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

The three Sea Dragon Kings dispatched their most trusted elites, charging out of the sea's eye and heading towards the Primordial World continent. They would spare no expense to find the trace of this "Old Ancestor."

The entire Dragon Clan, this ancient war machine that had been dormant for countless years, was thoroughly stirred at this moment, revitalized.

They all regarded Yang Chen's transformation as the Dragon Clan's only hope for resurgence.

They never dreamed.

That this "Old Ancestor," whom they worshipped and would find at any cost, was precisely the "great creditor" who had inherited their Dragon Clan's greatest karma.

Not long ago, this "Old Ancestor" had just angered their true Old Ancestor—the remnant soul of the Ancestral Dragon—to the point of logical breakdown, nearly scattering his soul on the spot.

This farce was filled with endless irony.

And the instigator, Yang Chen, was currently comfortably rolling amidst the clouds of Kunlun Mountain, stretching his brand-new body.

He reveled in the unprecedented sense of power brought by this ten-thousand-zhang dragon body, completely oblivious to the drastic movements of the Four Seas Dragon Clan.

Or rather, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. Go ahead, go find your hope. Open your sealed vaults, reveal your final trump cards, and welcome your "Old Ancestor." This grand gift was truly too amusing.