Three Tribes' Karma, Perfectly Resolved! No, Perfectly Exploited!

On the peak of Kunlun Mountain, Yang Chen stood with his eyes closed.

His body remained still, but his Divine Soul was undergoing a world-shaking transformation.

Just moments ago, that golden-yellow light cluster, carrying the endless eons of merit from the Kirin Clan and the supreme principles of the earth, had rushed into his Purple Mansion and merged with his True Spirit without giving him any time to react.

Boom!

An endless stream of profound principles, not like a gentle bestowal, but more like a bursting heavenly river, carrying the weight of the entire Primordial World, savagely scoured his every inch of consciousness.

The Law of Earth.

At this moment, his feet were no longer on the cold rocks of Kunlun Mountain.

His perception pierced through the surface, through the very foundation of the mountain range, and connected with those colossal, pulsating earth veins that lay dormant in the unfathomable depths of the earth.

He "heard."

Not with his ears, but with his Divine Soul.

He heard the volcano on the shores of the distant East Sea accumulating its fury for its next eruption deep beneath the seabed. He heard the faint groans of the ten-thousand-year-old profound ice beneath the northernmost ice fields as the earth veins subtly shifted. He heard the heavy, steady, life-nurturing breath of every grain of soil in the fertile central plains.

Virtue of Bearing.

Bearing all things.

These four words were no longer empty phrases from ancient texts.

They had transformed into an instinct. An absolute control that allowed him to draw upon the boundless power of the earth veins and wield it as his own, simply by standing with his feet on the ground.

Fueled by the Law of Earth, Yang Chen's magic power began to recover and grow at a terrifying rate, cycling endlessly, ceaselessly.

Standing on the earth, he was eternal.

Simultaneously, two other distinct forces reached a perfect balance within his body.

Every drop of his blood, every inch of his sinew and bone, harbored a vast ocean. This was the Ancestral Dragon Essence Blood, bestowing a physical body as robust as that of an ancient Ancestral Witch. Every movement carried the might to tear apart the heavens.

Deep within his Purple Mansion's spiritual platform, a seven-colored divine flame burned quietly. This was the Nirvana Fire, transformed from the Phoenix Clan Origin, containing a boundless life force. It was his extra life, his ultimate trump card to be reborn from the ashes should his body and Dao perish.

The Dragon's Power, for offense.

The Phoenix's Fire, for vitality.

The Kirin Law, for bearing and defense.

Attack. Defense. Life.

The three core origins from the Primordial Era's overlords had, in the body of this "debtor," formed a perfect, impenetrable cycle.

Compared to before resolving the Karma of these three clans, his strength had increased more than tenfold!

Yang Chen slowly opened his eyes, a cold golden light flashing fleetingly from their depths.

He raised his hand and looked down at his palm.

The lines on his palm were clear, as if he could see the mountain ranges and rivers of the entire Primordial World within them.

He felt no sense of relief after repaying the Karma.

Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, of having everything firmly under his control.

Resolving Karma?

No.

This was hardly resolving Karma.

This was a perfect exploitation, like gnawing the bones and sucking the marrow from the creditors, squeezing out every last drop of value!

The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans thought they could control him with their ancient Karma. Little did they know that they, along with their final "inheritance," had become stepping stones for his ascension.

He had devoured them completely, leaving not even bone fragments.

Yang Chen's consciousness stirred slightly, sinking into the silent sea of Karmic Force within him.

In a corner of the abyss.

Three grand wills that once stirred the Primordial World and rivaled the sun and moon now cowered there, trembling.

The residual soul of the Ancestral Dragon, stripped of its might, was but a vague silhouette, filled with extreme fear of any energy fluctuation.

The Phoenix Ancestor's soul flame flickered dimly like a candle in the wind, devoid of its former pride that could burn the nine heavens, leaving only a pathetic struggle for survival.

The will of the First Qilin, that once mighty divine mountain, had collapsed, leaving only a handful of dust mixed with endless regret and terror.

Creditors?

Now, they no longer had the courage to even look up at Yang Chen.

They finally understood what kind of monster they had provoked.

Their only thought now was to hide, to minimize their presence, lest the high and mighty Demon King cast another glance their way.

A cold arc curved Yang Chen's lips.

He withdrew his consciousness, too lazy to bother with these three completely ruined "old friends."

His gaze returned to the foot of the mountain.

Outside Kunlun Mountain, the heavy silence, enough to crush mountains, continued.

Led by the Four Seas Dragon Kings, thousands of elite Dragon Clan members remained in a prostrate position, not daring to even take a deep breath.

They were completely unaware of the thrilling "loot distribution" that had just occurred within Yang Chen.

They were still immersed in the immense joy and trepidation of "returning to their ancestral roots," awaiting the final judgment of their progenitor.

Ao Guang's ancient dragon body trembled slightly from prolonged excitement and nervousness.

His heart, which had lived for countless aeons, was now beating as if it would burst from his throat.

Yang Chen looked down at the dense mass below, at those fervent, awestruck, and slightly fawning dragon faces. The cold glint in his eyes gradually softened into a playful smile.

These fellows are quite a group of useful free fighters.

These "filial descendants" who came knocking on his door might be of great use in the future.

He cleared his throat.

A calm, gentle voice, devoid of any pressure, clearly reached the ears of every dragon.

"Alright."

Just two words, yet they were like the pronouncements of the Heavenly Dao, causing the bodies of all the dragons below to jolt.

Yang Chen's tone was casual, as if he had merely swatted away a few flies.

"Those foolish troublemakers who didn't know their place have been dealt with by me."

"You all did well."

Yang Chen's gaze fell upon Ao Guang, the leader, with a perfectly measured "approval."

"From now on, stay peacefully in the Four Seas. If there is any important matter, I will summon you."

Boom!

These few sentences completely ignited the ecstasy within the souls of the Four Seas Dragon Kings and the thousands of elite dragon warriors.

He acknowledged them!

Not only did their ancestor acknowledge their identity, but he also affirmed their loyalty!

"We respectfully obey the Ancestor's decree!"

Ao Guang suddenly raised his head. Tears were already streaming down his ancient, wrinkled dragon face. He used all his strength to slam his head back into the dust, his voice hoarse with extreme emotion, yet he roared with a world-shaking sound.

"We respectfully bid farewell to the Ancestor!"

"Farewell, Ancestor!"

The thousands of dragons behind him shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Thus, the immeasurable karma originating from the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, which was enough to turn a Saint to dust in an instant, concluded perfectly with Yang Chen's great victory.