Dragon King of the West Sea

Qi Yu looked at this utterly shameless person and felt even more terrified—after all, shamelessness also meant this man was fickle, and might turn around and take his life. So he flattered him.

"So it's the esteemed Dao De Tianzun, I've long admired you. Meeting you today, your bearing is extraordinary, your manner unmatched, your divine powers vast, your magic boundless. Even my ancestor, the First Kirin, falls slightly short."

"Damn, is this Kirin for real? A Kirin that speaks so sweetly—Qing Xuan wants to take him back to the Three Immortal Islands."

"But on second thought, since he'd already pretended to be Laozi and said that, he dropped the idea."

"This Seat's business is done. I'll take my leave now. If the Kirin Tribe has any trouble in the future, you can come to me, Dao De Tianzun. Understood?"

"Understood! Understood! Tianzun, go slowly. Come again sometime."

Qi Yu watched Qing Xuan leave and let out a sigh of relief.

"Finally alive. Dao De Tianzun, pah! What kind of virtue is that? Daring to provoke our Kirin Tribe. When the ancestor returns, I'll definitely report you and let him teach you about virtue."

Qi Yu trudged back to the place on Kirin Cliff where the Kirin Eggs were stored. He flopped down on the ground and started brooding, his gaze drifting idly to the Kirin Eggs—then he jolted in shock.

"Damn! Where are my eggs?"

Where there had once been dozens of Kirin Eggs, five were now missing. Qi Yu erupted in fury and roared at the sky.

"Dao De Tianzun! What kind of virtue is that?!"

At that moment, Qing Xuan heard the distant roar, shifted back to his original form, glanced at the five Kirin Eggs in his sleeve, and thought to himself.

"Among the three clan ancestors, only the First Kirin died. The Kirin Tribe also bore the least Karma. After this, the Kirin Tribe will be nearly wiped out, and the remaining Kirin will become auspicious beasts, appearing only when good omens arise."

"These five Kirin Eggs are the Five Elements Kirin—Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth. With proper teaching, they have the potential to become Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals. I'll take them back to be Da Bai's little brothers."

"I wonder how Da Bai's cultivation is going? Never mind—there's still the Dragon Clan's treasury waiting for me. I won't go back for now. I'll catch a dragon later and ask for directions."

With that, Qing Xuan found a valley rich in spiritual energy and began refining his treasures.

In truth, given Qing Xuan's origins, he shouldn't have emerged so early. He could have waited, like the Three Pure Ones, to appear after Luohu's death, stepping into the world as a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal from the start.

But he knew that in the Primordial Wilderness, the earlier one emerged, the more dangers there were—yet also the easier it was to seize opportunities.

So after much deliberation, Qing Xuan chose to take form and emerge ahead of time. The downside was that his cultivation was very low at first, only at the Golden Immortal realm. However, after years of cultivation, his strength was no longer lacking.

Even when the Three Pure Ones later emerged, Qing Xuan's cultivation was roughly on par with theirs. But when it came to treasures, he was far ahead.

No joke—by the time the Three Pure Ones appeared, with Qing Xuan's current wealth, he might not be able to take on all three at once, but two-on-one was definitely no problem.

Atop Kunlun Mountain, three lotuses floated silently in the air, surrounded by dense spiritual energy. Suddenly, one of the lotuses trembled. The other two quickly drifted over, as if asking what had happened.

"Ao Lie, if you've got the guts, don't run! Fight me!"

The Ink Kirin chased the Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Lie, pressing his advantage to kill, intent on taking down this key general of the Dragon Clan.

"Mo Lin, if I hadn't been wounded by Yuan Feng earlier, do you think I'd let you live or die?!"

Both were at the mid Quasi-Saint stage, but Ao Lie swallowed his humiliation, dragging his body scorched by the Southern Bright Lihuo Flame as he fled into the distance.

"Mo Lin, once my wounds heal, I will definitely come for you!"

"Hmph, anyone can brag."

Mo Lin watched Ao Lie dive into the West Sea and stopped. In the sea, the Dragon Clan's combat power increased, so the other two clans never pursued them into the water.

"Hmph, lucky you."

Mo Lin stared at the sea surface for a moment, then left.

Meanwhile, Qing Xuan was wandering in the West Sea. After refining his treasures, he set out to find the Dragon Clan's treasury. He caught a few small dragons and asked, but none of them knew, so he decided to try his luck in the nearest sea—the West Sea.

"Finding the Dragon Clan's treasury in this vast sea is way too hard." Qing Xuan was deeply troubled. The Primordial Wilderness sea was enormous—the Four Seas, the Yangtze, the Yellow River—all were Dragon Clan habitats.

"Maybe I should take a spin around the West Sea Dragon Palace? Would that be too risky?" As Qing Xuan wrestled with the thought, a Quasi-Saint aura suddenly swept toward him.

He quickly hid in the void, watching as a Quasi-Saint Black Dragon flew over from afar. Strangely, even in the West Sea, the dragon's body was still burning with golden flames.

Qing Xuan recognized those familiar golden flames. Having been burned by them himself, how could he not? That fire was Yuan Feng's Southern Bright Lihuo Flame.

Watching the distant dragon, Qing Xuan made a guess.

"For Yuan Feng to personally strike, in the West Sea, a Quasi-Saint Black Dragon—this dragon must be the Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Lie."

"This is really—a pillow just when you're sleepy, all without lifting a finger!"

Qing Xuan already had a plan. But since he had killed Ao Lie's son back then, he would need to change his appearance again.

So Qing Xuan transformed into a young man, covering himself with Chaos Qi to obscure Karma, and flew toward the West Sea Dragon Palace.

"Damn Phoenix Clan, damn Kirin Clan—under the ancestor's leadership, we will surely destroy you."

"It hurts so much. Looks like I'll have to slowly wear down this fire with magic power."

Ao Lie had already returned to his bedchamber in the West Sea Dragon Palace, but the Southern Bright Lihuo Flame on his body had not gone out. Without one of the Four Divine Waters, he could only slowly extinguish it with magic power—and even then, it would take hundreds of years.

"Report~ Great King, there is a Daoist outside requesting an audience, claiming he can solve your current problem." A shrimp soldier suddenly reported.

"Hmph, let him in. I'll see who dares to speak such nonsense." Ao Lie sneered. Even he had no way to deal with Yuan Feng's Southern Bright Lihuo Flame.

Ao Lie then shifted form, taking on a dragon-headed, human-bodied appearance, and walked to the main hall. There he saw a man.

This man had long brows and phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, a face like jade, hair like black silk, and a tall, graceful figure. Though only at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, his bearing was extraordinary.

"Who are you? How could you know of my current predicament?" Ao Lie put away the contempt in his heart—a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was still worthy of notice in the Primordial World.

"Heh, I am Tongtian, one of the Three Pure Ones formed from the Essence Spirit of the Great God Pangu, the true lineage of the Great God Pangu. I happened to see earlier that the Dragon King was being burned by the Southern Bright Lihuo Flame. I have an item on me that can dissolve this fire."

Qing Xuan was impersonating Tongtian of the Three Pure Ones from a later era. Since he had already played Laozi, one more was no trouble. As for Yuanshi, he would find an opportunity later.

"Oh! The true lineage of the Great God Pangu!"

Ao Lie's heart shook violently. Even the words about dissolving the Southern Bright Lihuo Flame on his body fell on deaf ears. His mind was filled entirely with the phrase "true lineage of the Great God Pangu."

After all, in this Primordial World, the significance of those words was far too immense.