Phoenix Clan, Kirin Clan Remnant Souls' Terror!

At this very moment.

While Yang Chen and the Four Seas Dragon Clan were staging this unbelievable "ancestor recognition" drama outside Kunlun Mountain.

Within his body, that sea of karmic force, that ancient, deathly silent dark abyss that imprisoned the endless resentments of the Primordial Three Tribes, a silent storm was brewing.

Two grand wills, once coeval with heaven and earth, once rivaling the sun and moon, were undergoing an unprecedented violent tremor.

The Phoenix Ancestor.

The First Qilin.

They saw. Through the omnipresent karma and karmic force, they saw everything unfolding above Kunlun Mountain.

They "heard" the fervent shouts of the Four Seas Dragon Kings, emanating from their souls, gathering the humiliation and hopes of the Dragon Clan for countless eons.

They "saw" how thousands of elite dragons buried their proud heads deep in the dust, performing the ultimate prostration ritual, reserved only for the Progenitor, towards their greatest debtors.

Absurd.

Comical.

And a bone-chilling coldness.

That chill did not come from the outside, but from the very core of their remnant souls, sprouting and spreading without warning, instantly freezing all their thoughts.

Not long ago, they had personally witnessed another, even more terrifying "judgment."

They saw how the Ancestral Dragon, that old rival who once vied with them for the position of protagonist in the world, so arrogant that he didn't even regard Saints, was forced into a corner of logical collapse and spiritual disintegration by this human named Yang Chen, with just a few words.

They heard the Ancestral Dragon's unwilling, humiliated, yet helpless roar.

Finally, they even watched as Yang Chen, right before the Ancestral Dragon's remnant soul, forcibly extracted the Dragon Clan's most fundamental fortune, and gouged out a drop of essence blood from the Ancestral Dragon!

What domineering, what humiliating methods! That was not collecting a debt at all.

That was slow torture! It was telling them, the so-called "creditors," that from now on, he would set the rules of the game.

This was not simply "not repaying a debt," this was, on top of "not repaying a debt," to further drain the creditors' marrow, devour them whole, and finish them off completely!

In a corner of the deep sea of karmic force, a flame, as scorching as a star yet tightly restraining its light and heat, flickered violently.

That was the remnant soul of the Phoenix Ancestor. Within the flame, the Phoenix Cry, so arrogant it could incinerate the nine heavens, carried for the first time a hint of an undisguised tremor.

It was fear. An emotion she thought she had completely forgotten with the demise of her physical body, now transformed into the coldest venom, re-infiltrating her will.

Her greatest reliance was the Southern Bright Lihuo, capable of Nirvana rebirth and burning all things. She had envisioned that if this human inheriting karma dared to provoke her, she would unleash the Nirvana Fire, making him taste the torment of his divine soul being burned by karmic fire for billions of years. That was an absolute display of power, the supreme pride of the Phoenix Clan.

But now, how ridiculous it seemed. In the face of that ultimate threat, "Let's all return to Chaos together," any divine ability, any power, seemed so pale and weak.

My fire can destroy the Dharma bodies of Saints, can incinerate the golden bodies of Da Luo. But how can my fire burn a madman who, from the very beginning, was prepared to die and drag the entire Primordial World down with him?

He doesn't fight you at all. He simply tells you in the calmest tone that he doesn't want to live anymore.

Power loses its meaning in the face of someone who doesn't want to live. My Nirvana Fire, capable of burning all things, would probably be nothing more than a final, brilliant firework before it extinguishes for him. This feeling of absolute power being completely ignored terrified her even more than being directly defeated.

This move was unsolvable.

As the Phoenix Ancestor's will fell into violent turmoil, in another patch of darkness, that will, as heavy as a mountain range and bearing the merit of the earth, let out a muffled, suppressed growl.

That was the remnant soul of the First Qilin. His roar was no longer majestic, no longer profound, but filled with shock and apprehension.

He had originally thought that he was different from the other two tribes. The Dragon Clan was overbearing, the Phoenix Clan was arrogant, only his Qilin clan understood balance and calculation. His original plan was to use the earthly merit he bore to conduct a "decent" negotiation with Yang Chen. He could give up a portion of his merit to cleanse Yang Chen's karmic force, thereby exchanging it for the repayment of karma.

He believed that no being could refuse the temptation of merit. This transaction was reasonable and logical, a manifestation of his wisdom, and the best way to solve the problem.

But now he realized he was wrong. Terribly wrong.

This monster named Yang Chen didn't care about merit at all! No! It should be said, he wasn't lacking in merit at all! The Heavenly Dao had bestowed tens of thousands of feet of Golden Light of Merit to coax him into living. The Saints were ready to offer their sect's fortune at any time to prevent him from making a rash decision.

The meager merit he held as a bargaining chip, in the face of the Heavenly Dao and the Six Sages' almost doting "goodwill," was simply the biggest joke in the world! His proud wisdom and planning were crushed to pieces by absolute madness.

He only cared about one thing. Whether he was happy. And... whether he could "pluck more and better wool" from them, the "creditors"!

A physical blood essence, so powerful it made their remnant souls tremble, pierced through the obstruction of the sea of karmic force, imprinting itself on their perception. This was undeniable proof of Yang Chen's strength skyrocketing after integrating the Ancestral Dragon's essence blood. That pure, barbaric physical power, almost comparable to the ancient Ancestral Witches, made them all feel a sense of dread.

The Phoenix Ancestor and the First Qilin understood simultaneously.

The Ancestral Dragon was finished. That former "old friend" had completely become Yang Chen's "nourishment" for becoming stronger, a "treasure trove" that could be accessed at any time.

Now, it was almost their turn.

After digesting the benefits from the Ancestral Dragon, that madman's gaze would inevitably turn to them. To the Nirvana Fire of the Phoenix Clan. To the world-suppressing merit of the Qilin Clan.

For a moment, these two overlords, who had once looked down upon all beings and wielded the authority of heaven and earth, felt the emotion called "despair" for the first time.

They were like insects trapped in a spider's web, watching as the spider slowly drained the marrow from its companion, then, with elegant and deadly steps, slowly approached them.

We are not creditors, we are sacrifices.

A regret, delayed for countless aeons, transformed into an icy tide, engulfing their remaining pride.

Why did we provoke him back then? Why did we try to test him? We should have just played dead, completely played dead, just like now!

"Hide!"

"We must hide!"

The wills of the Phoenix Ancestor and the First Qilin reached an instantaneous consensus. They frantically urged the last vestiges of their remnant souls' power, attempting to sink deeper into the sea of karmic force, wanting to erase their presence to the lowest possible level, so low that the madman couldn't detect them.

However, in the next moment, they discovered with even greater despair.

The omnipresent karma and karmic force were like unbreakable chains, binding their remnant souls tightly to Yang Chen's True Spirit. The more they struggled, the tighter the chains became, and their existence became even clearer in Yang Chen's perception.

They couldn't escape, nor could they hide.

They regretted coming out so early to provoke this ultimate madman who completely disregarded the rules and acted with utter lawlessness!