The Four Dragon Clans Worship in Unison, Shouting "Ancestor!"

On the peak of Kunlun Mountain, clouds churned.

Yang Chen stretched out his brand-new body comfortably.

He could clearly sense that within the deepest particles composing this ten-thousand-zhang dragon form, a vast ocean lay dormant.

Every breath he took stirred the subtlest rhythms of the surrounding space, as if heaven and earth were inhaling and exhaling 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 the Ancestral Dragon's essence, its fortune suppressed by the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, capable of dominating the Primordial World.

This power was no longer merely a means of self-preservation.

It had become the means to overthrow the guests and trample all creditors underfoot.

The Saints and the Heavenly Dao believed they had grasped his lifeline, unaware that he was quietly sharpening a fang capable of piercing their throats.

"Just a single drop of vital blood has brought about such creation."

Yang Chen's golden eyes reflected the vast mountains and rivers below, his expression indifferent.

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

A thought surfaced in his mind, impossible to suppress.

Perfect.

He would let those three ancient ghosts playing dead in the sea of Karmic Force have a good look.

Let them see what kind of terrifying monster their so-called "debts" had spawned.

They had to accept this grand gift.

He needed to test the limits of this power, and at the same time, send a deeply unforgettable greeting to those "old friends" lurking and spying from the abyss of Karmic Force.

Just as Yang Chen was reveling in the power of the Ancestral Dragon's body, countless hidden divine senses shot up from every corner of the Primordial World's four seas.

Guided by an indelible imprint from the source of their bloodline, elite members of the Dragon Clan locked onto the location of the Kunlun Mountain range with the utmost 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, who nominally ruled the four seas but in reality merely eked out an existence in the cracks between the Heavenly Court and the Saint's sects, were now rushing towards the source of that oppressive pressure with their most trusted subordinates.

Their hearts were a mixture of excitement unseen for eons and a reverence that penetrated their very bones.

When the retinues they led cautiously approached the periphery of the mountain range where Yang Chen resided, all members of the Dragon Clan stopped simultaneously.

They witnessed a scene that made their True Spirits tremble.

Above the sea of clouds.

A colossal golden divine dragon, ten thousand zhang in length, was playfully soaring without conscious effort.

With every gentle sway of its tail.

The void shattered, revealing pitch-black Chaos.

With every breath it took.

The surrounding innate spiritual energy transformed into visible torrents, which it greedily swallowed.

That pure, ultimate Ancestral Dragon pressure was no longer a distant sensation but had become a tangible storm, wave after wave, scouring their divine souls.

In the face of this pressure, their proud Grand Unity Golden Immortal dao fruits were as fragile as candles in the wind.

The dragon blood within their bodies seemed to have encountered its king, freezing completely, losing even the courage to flow.

The four Dragon Kings exchanged a difficult glance.

No words were needed.

They saw an uncontrollable ecstasy and an almost overflowing reverence in the immense dragon eyes of each other.

It couldn't be wrong!

It absolutely couldn't be wrong!

This aura, this majesty, this dominance!

Besides the legendary progenitor—the Ancestral Dragon, who once led the Dragon Clan to the pinnacle of the Primordial World and contended with the Dao Ancestor and Demon Ancestor—who else could possess such earth-shattering might?

All doubt vanished the moment they witnessed it with their own eyes.

They hesitated no longer.

The Four Dragon Kings, beings considered overlords in the Primordial World, now bowed as respectfully as the lowest shrimp soldiers.

They adjusted their magnificent yet dim Dragon King robes, suppressed all their magical power and aura, for fear of disturbing the being in the clouds.

Then, leading thousands of Dragon Clan experts selected from across the four seas, they stopped a thousand zhang away from the mountain range.

Ao Guang stepped forward, took a deep breath, and suppressed his surging excitement.

He issued the most stringent command to the Dragon Clan members behind him via divine sense.

The next moment.

Led by the Four Dragon Kings, thousands of Dragon Clan members prostrated themselves on the ground.

They buried their proud heads deep in the dust, performing the highest-ranking kowtow ritual reserved only for their progenitor.

With the most devout, respectful, and fervent voices, they merged into a world-shaking torrent, shouting in unison:

"We, the descendants of the Four Dragon Kings, welcome the Ancestor's return!"

"May the Ancestor live for eternity and lead our Dragon Clan to relive its ancient glory!"

This sound was no longer mere sonic waves.

It contained the boundless humiliation, unwillingness, and anticipation that the entire Dragon Clan had accumulated since the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han.

It transformed into rolling heavenly thunder, echoing through the clouds, causing the entire Kunlun Mountain range to hum.

Within the clouds, Yang Chen, who was immersed in a sense of power, heard the unified shouts.

His indifferent golden dragon eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his gaze.

Below, a vast expanse of black filled the ground, with all sorts of Dragon Clan members kneeling.

The four leading them had the strongest auras; they were the Four Dragon Kings.

Yang Chen's dragon head paused slightly.

Immediately, his colossal body flashed with golden light, and he retracted his divine abilities, transforming back from his ten-thousand-zhang dragon form into the human cultivator in a green robe. He landed silently on the mountaintop.

He watched the group below with great interest, those who remained in a kneeling posture, not even daring to lift their heads.

He stroked his chin, a playful smile appearing on his face.

"Ancestor?"

His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every member of the Dragon Clan.

"Are you calling me?"

His voice was calm and gentle, completely different from the overbearing Ancestral Dragon's pressure just moments ago.

However, Ao Guang, who was kneeling at the very front, trembled violently.

Gathering his courage, he carefully lifted his head by a sliver, looking upwards.

What appeared before him was an ordinary-looking human youth.

Ao Guang's heart leaped into his throat.

Something's wrong?

Did we make a mistake?

But in the very next second, he sensed a faint, yet extremely pure, bloodline pressure emanating from Yang Chen.

Although the pressure was contained, its essence originated from the same source as the ten-thousand-zhang Ancestral Dragon from before!

It can't be faked!

It absolutely cannot be faked!

A thought exploded in Ao Guang's mind.

The Ancestor is playing a game!

That's right! The Ancestor has been dormant for countless Aeons, and upon his return, he surely wouldn't want to reveal his identity too soon!

He is testing our eyesight and loyalty!

With this realization, Ao Guang's last shred of doubt vanished, replaced by even greater reverence and fervor.

He once again heavily kowtowed, the head he had only slightly lifted now crashing down with a dull thud.

He responded in an even more respectful, almost fawning tone, shouting:

"Reporting to the Ancestor! Indeed!"

"We sensed your supreme bloodline dragon might and came to pay our respects! We were blind and did not recognize the Ancestor's presence here in seclusion. We have disturbed you greatly; we beg for your forgiveness!"