At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, the sea of clouds rose and fell.
Yang Chen leisurely stretched this brand-new body.
He could clearly sense that within every particle composing this ten-thousand-zhang dragon body lay a vast, dormant ocean.
Every breath stirred the most minute rhythms of the surrounding space, as though heaven and earth themselves breathed in accordance with his will.
This body had long surpassed the scope of an Innate Dao Body.
It was a weapon.
An ultimate killing weapon forged from Ancestral Dragon Origin, with the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda suppressing its fortune—a weapon capable of rampaging across the primordial world.
This power was no longer merely capital for self-preservation.
It had become the bargaining chip with which he could turn the tables and trample every creditor beneath his feet.
The Saints and the Heavenly Dao thought they had seized his lifeline. Little did they know that he was quietly sharpening a fang capable of piercing their throats.
"Just a single drop of essence blood has brought such fortune."
Yang Chen's golden eyes reflected the vast mountains and rivers below, utterly indifferent.
"I wonder what it would look like if this power were fully unleashed?"
A thought surfaced within him, one he could no longer suppress.
Perfect.
He would let those three ancient ghosts playing dead in the Sea of Karmic Force have a good look.
Let them see exactly what kind of terrifying monster their so-called "debt" had created.
They had no choice but to accept this grand gift.
He needed to test the limits of this power. While he was at it, he would send an unforgettable greeting to those "old friends" lurking in the abyss of karmic force.
Just as Yang Chen was fully enjoying the strength of the Ancestral Dragon's body, concealed divine senses shot into the sky from countless corners of the four seas of the primordial world.
Guided by the indelible imprint originating from their bloodline, elite dragon clansmen locked onto the location of the Kunlun Mountain range at the fastest possible speed.
Dragon King Ao Guang of the East Sea, Dragon King Ao Qin of the West Sea, Dragon King Ao Run of the South Sea, and Dragon King Ao Shun of the North Sea.
These four Grand Unity Golden Immortals nominally ruled the four seas, yet in reality barely survived in the cracks between the Heavenly Court and the Saints' sects. Now, each led his most trusted subordinates toward the source of that pressure at breakneck speed.
Their hearts were filled with excitement unseen in hundreds of millions of years, as well as reverence etched deep into their bones.
When their groups cautiously reached the outskirts of the mountain range where Yang Chen was located, every dragon clansman halted at the same time.
They had witnessed a sight that made even their True Spirits tremble.
Above the sea of clouds.
A colossal Golden Divine Dragon, ten thousand zhang long, drifted and played about unconsciously.
Each gentle sway of its tail.
Shattered the void in response, revealing pitch-black chaos.
Each breath from its maw.
Turned the surrounding innate spiritual energy into visible torrents that it swallowed like a whale.
That incomparably pure Ancestral Dragon pressure was no longer some distant sensation. It had become a tangible storm, wave after wave washing over their Divine Souls.
Before this pressure, the Grand Unity Golden Immortal Dao Fruits they took such pride in were as fragile as candles flickering in the wind.
The dragon blood in their bodies seemed to have encountered its king, freezing completely, no longer daring even to flow.
The four Dragon Kings exchanged difficult glances.
No words were needed.
In each other's enormous dragon eyes, they saw uncontrollable ecstasy and reverence nearly overflowing.
There was no mistake!
There could absolutely be no mistake!
This aura, this majesty, this dominance!
Other than the legendary progenitor who had once led the dragon clan to the pinnacle of the primordial world and contended against the Dao Ancestor and Demon Ancestor—Ancestral Dragon—who else could possess such earth-shaking might?
All doubts vanished the instant they saw it with their own eyes.
They hesitated no longer.
The Four Seas Dragon Kings, each a regional overlord even in the primordial world, were now as respectful as the lowliest shrimp soldiers.
They adjusted their magnificent yet dim dragon king robes and restrained all their mana and aura, afraid of disturbing the being amid the clouds.
Then, leading the several thousand dragon clan experts selected from throughout the four seas, they stopped a thousand zhang beyond the mountain range.
Ao Guang stepped forward, drew a deep breath, and suppressed the excitement in his heart.
He issued his sternest command to the dragon clansmen behind him through divine sense.
The next moment.
Led by the Four Seas Dragon Kings, several thousand dragon clansmen prostrated themselves on the ground as one.
They buried their proud heads deeply in the dirt, performing the dragon clan's highest rite of worship, a full prostration reserved only for their progenitor.
With voices that were devout, respectful, and fanatical beyond measure, they merged into a heaven-shaking torrent and cried out in unison:
"We, the descendants of the dragon clans of the four seas, welcome the Old Ancestor's return!"
"May the Old Ancestor enjoy boundless longevity and lead our dragon clan to restore its ancient glory!"
This was no longer merely sound.
It carried all the endless humiliation, unwillingness, and longing the entire dragon clan had accumulated since the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han.
It became rolling heavenly thunder, resounding through the clouds and making the entire Kunlun Mountain range hum.
Within the clouds, Yang Chen, who had been immersed in the sensation of power, heard the perfectly synchronized shouts.
His indifferent golden dragon eyes shifted slightly as he lowered his gaze.
Below, a vast black mass of dragons of every kind filled the ground in kneeling worship.
The four in front possessed the strongest auras. They were the Four Seas Dragon Kings.
Yang Chen's dragon mind paused in slight confusion.
Then golden light flashed across his massive body. He withdrew his divine ability, changing from the ten-thousand-zhang dragon body back into the human cultivator in azure robes, and silently landed atop the mountain.
With great interest, he looked down at the dragon clansmen, who still maintained their kneeling posture and did not dare raise their heads.
He stroked his chin, an extremely playful smile appearing on his face.
"Old Ancestor?"
His voice was not loud, yet every dragon clansman heard it clearly.
"Are you calling me?"
The voice was calm and gentle, completely unlike the peerlessly domineering Ancestral Dragon pressure from before.
Yet Ao Guang, kneeling at the very front, suddenly shuddered.
Gathering his courage, he cautiously raised his head by the slightest fraction and looked upward.
What entered his sight was an utterly ordinary-looking human youth.
Ao Guang's heart instantly leaped into his throat.
Something was wrong?
Had they made a mistake?
But in the next instant, he sensed a faint yet incomparably pure bloodline pressure from Yang Chen.
Though that pressure had been restrained, its essence came from the exact same source as the ten-thousand-zhang Ancestral Dragon from before!
It could not be faked!
There was absolutely no way it could be faked!
A thought exploded in Ao Guang's mind.
The Old Ancestor was experiencing the mortal world in disguise!
Of course! The Old Ancestor had remained silent for countless eras. Having returned at last, he surely did not wish to reveal his identity too early!
He was testing their discernment and loyalty!
Having understood this, the final trace of doubt in Ao Guang's heart disappeared completely, replaced by even deeper reverence and fervor.
He slammed the head he had just barely raised back down, producing a dull thud.
In an even more respectful tone, tinged with a hint of flattery, he called out loudly:
"Reporting to the Old Ancestor! Indeed we are!"
"We sensed Your supreme bloodline dragon might and came especially to pay our respects! We were blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai, unaware that the Old Ancestor was cultivating here in peace. We have caused a disturbance and beg the Old Ancestor's forgiveness!"
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