Twelve Demon Generals

As for the Gathering Origin Cauldron, that was for refining the spiritual treasure materials in hand into spiritual treasures, and incidentally concocting some pills for disciples not yet born.

"As for the remaining spiritual treasures, I'll have to come back for them another time." Qing Xuan eyed the other treasures with longing, regretting that his cultivation wasn't high enough to simply take them all.

"Hahaha, young friend has good taste. These two spiritual treasures rank among the finest in the Dragon Clan's treasury."

Ao Lie saw Qing Xuan had made his choice, then led him out of the treasury. The two returned to the Dragon Palace's Main Hall. Just as Qing Xuan was about to take his leave, he heard a crisp, pleasant voice.

"Father, are your injuries healed? Who is this person?"

A curious gaze fell on Qing Xuan. A demure, adorable young girl with dragon horns atop her head ran to Ao Lie's side, hugging his arm and acting spoiled.

"Hahaha, Ao Run, this is the benefactor who helped heal my wounds, young friend Tongtian."

"Young friend Tongtian, this is my daughter, the Eldest Princess of the West Sea, Ao Run."

Ao Lie cheerfully introduced them to each other.

"Greetings, Eldest Princess."

"Greetings, Senior Tongtian."

Qing Xuan and Ao Run exchanged polite pleasantries. Qing Xuan looked at this future Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Run, and was surprised to find her so cute and well-behaved.

"Senior Ao Lie, this junior still has matters to attend to. I'll take my leave now."

With that, Qing Xuan announced his departure. After all, he was still using someone else's alias—better to slip away.

"Hahaha, in that case, young friend, do as you please. The West Sea welcomes you to visit anytime."

"Farewell, Eldest Princess."

Then Qing Xuan left the West Sea Dragon Palace.

"Father, is this person very powerful?" Ao Run asked curiously.

"Hmph. This man doesn't know his place. He actually intends to go head-to-head with Yuan Feng at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm—even I wouldn't dare provoke that figure."

"This man is bound to be a huge trouble. If you ever see him in the future, remember to stay far away."

Ao Lie instructed his daughter, hoping she wouldn't get entangled in this mess. But he didn't know that sometimes, trouble can't be avoided.

By now, Qing Xuan had left the West Sea and was flying toward the land, looking for a valley where he could first refine the spiritual treasures.

"It seems I'll have to wait until I've cultivated the 'Fetus Transformation and Shape Shifting' divine ability before returning to the Dragon Palace treasury."

"Once I've cultivated Fetus Transformation and Shape Shifting, I can change my appearance and form. Turning into a Dragon Clan member to enter the treasury will be much more convenient."

Just as he was thinking this, Qing Xuan spotted a valley with beautiful scenery and rich spiritual energy.

"This place is good. I'll settle here."

Qing Xuan parted the clouds and flung out twenty-four forbidden seals to protect the valley.

"Oh, an unexpected gain."

Qing Xuan looked at the Innate Profound Gold in his hand. This material could be used to refine spiritual treasures. Though not rare, no one would ever complain about having too many spiritual treasures.

And so, Qing Xuan began cultivating here. Besides the two High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, he also planned to refine some things he had in mind.

At this moment, in the skies of the western Primordial World, a great battle was underway.

"Black mud eel, die!"

The First Kirin launched a divine ability strike at the Ancestral Dragon, who was already fighting Yuan Feng.

"Roar!"

"Damned Kirin! Mottled bird! This Dragon will make sure you both die here today!"

The Ancestral Dragon dodged the attack and roared at the two.

"Hmph! I doubt you have the skill for that."

Yuan Feng snorted coldly. Compared to the Ancestral Dragon and the First Kirin, the naturally proud Phoenix was still a bit more polite.

It turned out that ever since the Three Clans' great war began, they had fought from the south to the north, then from the north to the east. Along the way, living beings suffered, mountains and rivers shattered. The leaders of the Three Clans realized this wouldn't do—even if they won, the Primordial World would be ruined.

So the Three Clans decided to find a place to fight in peace. After some discussion, the Phoenix Clan was in the south, the Kirin Tribe in the east, and the Dragon Clan, spread across the Four Seas, didn't care much. That left only the west and the north. But the north was mostly ocean with little land, which put the other two clans at a disadvantage.

Thus, as the Three Clans fought, they gradually moved to the western lands of the Primordial World and began their all-out decisive battle.

The Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and the First Kirin had been fighting for years. All three were at Quasi-Saint Peak, and they should have been evenly matched. Yet the Ancestral Dragon could hold his own against two opponents without losing ground, shocking all the onlookers.

For instance, not far to the west, Luohu and his twelve Demon Generals were hiding their forms, watching the great battle.

"Lord, this Ancestral Dragon is incredibly powerful. It seems this battle will drag on for a long time."

"Hahaha, the longer it drags on, the better. It gives me the perfect chance to set up the Immortal Slaying Grand Array."

Luohu summoned four flying swords: the slender Immortal Slaying Sword, the blood-red Slaughtering Immortal Sword, the Trapping Immortal Sword shimmering with eerie light, and the Absolute Immortal Sword flowing with mysterious runes.

"Boshun, go stir the pot for them."

"Yes, Lord."

The twelve Demon Generals flew toward the battlefield of the Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and the First Kirin. Luohu then formed hand seals and laughed darkly.

"Hongjun, I hope you enjoy the gift I've prepared for you. Hehehe."

As luck would have it, at that moment in the eastern sky, Hongjun was leading a group and also watching the great battle between Ancestral Dragon and the others.

Besides Yang Mei and Qian Kun, Hongjun was accompanied by an old man with an Immortal Style.

"Daoist Hongjun, I didn't expect you to have invited even Daoist Zaohua. It seems Luohu is doomed this time." Qian Kun looked joyfully at the nearby Daoist Zaohua. As fellow Chaos Demon Gods, they had naturally crossed paths before.

"Daoist Qian Kun, do not be careless. When I was searching for Luohu earlier, I briefly clashed with him. His injuries have already healed, and he has been lurking in the shadows for years, plotting something grand. We must remain cautious."

Hongjun was not so optimistic. In the struggle for the Heavenly Dao, one wrong step could lose the entire game. That was why he had gone to great lengths to recruit Yang Mei, Qian Kun, and Zaohua to eliminate the demon together.

"Indeed. We all cultivate the Three Thousand Great Daos. Luohu is currently ahead of us. If he attains the Dao, I fear he won't be as easy to deal with as Pangu, who at least let us live in the Primordial World."

"Daoist Hongjun, look!"

Just as the four Chaos Demon Gods were chatting, Daoist Zaohua pointed to where Ancestral Dragon and the others were fighting. Several Demonic Shadows flew toward the three.

"Daoist Hongjun, what should we do?"

Hongjun narrowed his eyes and said, "These men are likely Luohu's subordinates. Let us hold still for now and see what they intend."

The four then fell silent, quietly watching the battle below.

Meanwhile, Qing Xuan was still in the valley from before, but not cultivating—he was "hot-potting!"

"Wonderful, wonderful! This Dragon Meat tastes better than any other meat." Qing Xuan picked up a slice of Dragon Meat with his chopsticks and fed it into his mouth. The meat was tender, smooth, and full of chew, and with the freshness of the ingredients, the flavor was rich. One bite brought pure satisfaction.

"Ah! I love seafood!" Qing Xuan couldn't help shouting aloud to express his joy.

It turned out that after refining the Gathering Origin Cauldron and the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Hood, Qing Xuan had begun crafting some spiritual treasures he had in mind. Though he had transmigrated to the Primordial World, his memories of his past life remained intact.