You Don't Need Me to Speak, Resolve Your Own Karma!

The silence below the mountain was so heavy it could crush the peaks.

Thousands of Dragon Clan elites had ceased breathing, their chests heaving only with the suppressed excitement that betrayed the storm raging within them.

The Four Seas Dragon Kings pressed their heads even deeper into the dust, awaiting the judgment of that supreme being.

Their fate, the future of the Dragon Clan, rested entirely on the whim of the youth standing atop the mountain.

Finally.

A voice rang out, calm and gentle, devoid of the overbearing dominance he had displayed moments before.

"Rise."

The voice wasn't loud, but it reached every Dragon Clan member with perfect clarity, as if an invisible hand had softly lifted their heavy bodies.

The Four Seas Dragon Kings and the elite Dragon Clan members trembled at the sound. An indescribable torrent of elation surged through their Divine Souls.

This... this was acceptance!

The Old Ancestor accepted them!

Ao Guang shakily rose to his feet. Tears streamed down his ancient, wrinkled dragon face.

He had lived for countless Aeons and never imagined he would live to hear the Progenitor's decree with his own ears.

"Thank you, Old Ancestor!"

Ao Guang's voice was hoarse and choked with tears as he led all the Dragon Clan members behind him in another deep bow.

"Since you acknowledge me as your Old Ancestor."

Yang Chen stood atop the mountain peak, hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the contorted, excited dragon faces below. A faint smile touched his lips.

"Then from now on, we are our own people."

Our own people!

Those three words struck the hearts of the Four Seas Dragon Kings like the pronouncements of the Heavenly Dao.

Since the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han, their Dragon Clan had no "own people."

The Heavenly Court viewed them as mounts and rain workers.

The Heavenly Origin Sect treated them like lapdogs guarding their gates.

Even the myriad races of the Primordial World remembered them only as a people bearing guilt, forgetting they were once the protagonists of heaven and earth.

Now, these three words spoken by the Progenitor, the sense of belonging and recognition, almost caused Ao Guang and the other four Grand Unity Golden Immortals to lose their Dao Hearts on the spot and break down in tears.

However, Yang Chen's tone shifted without warning.

"It's just..."

He frowned slightly, tapping his temple. A hint of perfectly calibrated annoyance appeared on his face.

"I encountered a little trouble upon waking this time."

As soon as he spoke, the Dragon Clan, who had been immersed in ecstasy moments before, fell silent. The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Ao Guang's heart lurched.

The Old Ancestor encountered trouble?

Which Saint was foolish enough to provoke him, or had the Heavenly Court sent some new difficulty?

"There are some old fellows, foolishly thinking they can act with impunity while I slumber."

Yang Chen's tone remained calm, as if discussing a trivial matter.

"They've been clamoring in my mind day and night, truly bothersome."

He lightly rephrased the matter of the Phoenix Clan and Kirin Clan spirits wailing and disturbing him in his sea of Karmic Force.

Of course, he completely omitted the core secret of his immense Karma.

In his words, it became the residual souls of the Phoenix and Kirin Clans, jealous of the Dragon Clan's impending resurgence and unwilling to see their revival, who had come to maliciously disrupt and interfere with his cultivation.

As his voice faded.

A terrifying aura, cold enough to freeze the East Sea, erupted from Ao Guang's body!

The excitement and reverence on his ancient dragon face instantly vanished, replaced by pure, bloodthirsty ferocity.

"Outrageous!"

Ao Guang's teeth gnashed, each word squeezed from between them.

"Phoenix Clan! Kirin Clan!"

"Two failures who should have been swept into the dustbin of history, two lingering souls, daring to disrespect the Old Ancestor!"

Two balls of blazing rage ignited in his dragon eyes.

This was not merely a defense of the Old Ancestor, but the accumulated resentment and hatred towards the other two clans, built up over countless Aeons since the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han!

"They are simply seeking their own demise!"

Ao Guang took a step forward, his massive dragon body trembling with extreme anger. He bowed heavily to Yang Chen, his voice booming like a great bell.

"Rest assured, Old Ancestor!"

"Why would you dirty your hands with such insignificant pests who don't know their place!"

He abruptly turned, his murderous gaze sweeping over the Dragon Kings of the West, South, and North Seas, as well as the thousands of elite Dragon Clan members behind him, who were equally incensed.

"I will immediately summon the great army of the Four Seas Dragon Clan and deploy our clan's supreme treasure, the 'Myriad Dragons Paying Homage Array'!"

"We will combine the strength of the Four Seas, using our Dragon Clan bloodline as a guide, to suppress the resentment of those two tribes for you!"

Ao Guang's voice was filled with boundless killing intent and resolve.

"We will ensure their souls are utterly annihilated, never to be reborn!"

Watching Ao Guang's loyal and eager demeanor, practically itching to draw his sword and attack, a deep smile flickered in Yang Chen's eyes.

This was precisely the effect he wanted.

He nodded with satisfaction.

"Excellent."

His voice was like the greatest commendation for Ao Guang's loyalty.

"This matter will be left to you."

Meanwhile.

Deep within Yang Chen's sea of karma.

The dark abyss that imprisoned the endless resentment of the Primordial Era's Three Tribes was stirring with a silent storm.

A flame, as fierce as a star, and a will, as heavy as a mountain range, were in an unprecedented state of violent oscillation.

Phoenix Ancestor.

First Qilin.

They "heard."

Through the omnipresent karma and karmic force, they heard everything that had happened outside Kunlun Mountain.

They heard Ao Guang's fanatical roar, emanating from the depths of his soul, filled with the humiliation and hopes of the Dragon Clan for countless eons.

They heard how the thousands of elite Dragon Clan members unanimously vowed to grind them to dust and ensure they would never be reborn.

Absurd.

Comical.

And yet, a bone-chilling coldness.

This coldness did not come from the outside, but from the very core of their remnant souls, erupting and spreading without warning, instantly freezing all their thoughts.

And at this very moment.

A calm, indifferent, yet slightly playful voice echoed directly within their wills.

That voice was Yang Chen's.

"Did you hear that?"

Yang Chen's leisurely thought, like the whisper of death, reverberated in the dark abyss.

"My 'filial sons and grandsons' are a bit too agitated."

His tone carried a hint of mockery.

"They're coming to deal with you."

The Phoenix Ancestor's blazing flame suddenly shrank, its light instantly dimming.

The First Qilin's heavy will trembled violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Yang Chen's thought continued, unhurriedly.

"Of course, I'm not an unreasonable person."

"I'll give you a choice."

"Either you wait for my 'filial sons and grandsons' to use the entire Dragon Clan's fortune to set up a great array and grind your remnant souls into dust, leaving you no chance for reincarnation."

"Or..."

Yang Chen's thought paused, the playfulness deepening.

"You'll be sensible and voluntarily hand over the 'compensation'."

"Perhaps, considering your sincere attitude, I can ask them to go a little easier when they act."

"You choose."

These words, like two poisoned daggers, plunged fiercely into the remnant souls of the Phoenix Ancestor and the First Qilin.

This was no longer a threat.

It was naked extortion!

It was an even greater trampling of their final dignity, ground into the dirt again and again!

What did "go a little easier" mean?

It meant that no matter what they chose, they couldn't escape being cornered and annihilated by the Dragon Clan!

The only difference was whether they would surrender their origin treasures with dignity and be "gently" killed, or resist to the bitter end and be blasted into oblivion!

For a time, these two former overlords, who had once looked down on all beings and held the authority of heaven and earth, were completely plunged into an abyss named "despair."

They not only had to face Yang Chen, a capricious great devil king who was ready to flip the table at any moment.

They also had to face their former mortal enemies, the entire Dragon Clan, who had been completely "recruited" by him and were now sharpening their knives, hating them to the bone!

Internal strife and external threats.

A Heavenly Net and Earthly Net.

This was a path leading to absolute death!