Dragon Palace in Terror, the Primordial World Falls Silent

East Sea Dragon Palace, Crystal Palace.

Dragon King Ao Guang was discussing strategies for further pressuring the Myriad Dao Academy with the Turtle Prime Minister. Incense curled through the hall, the pearls glowed as always, and a cold, calculating look even lingered on Ao Guang's face.

In his view, even if Ao Zhan could not level the academy in one fell swoop, the continuous siege and attacks would be enough to exhaust the opponent significantly.

By forcing them to reveal a weakness, the Dragon Palace would have more means to slowly dismantle them.

However, this false sense of calm was completely shattered by a Messenger Yaksha who burst in, looking as if his soul had been frightened out of his body.

"Yo... Your Majesty! It's bad! Something terrible has happened!"

The Yaksha scrambled into the hall, his face as pale as paper, his voice shrill and distorted. "General Ao... Ao Zhan... the Sea Patrol Navy he led... the entire... the entire army has been wiped out!"

"What?!"

Ao Guang stood up abruptly from his dragon throne, his dragon aura erupting uncontrollably, shaking the entire Crystal Palace so violently that the pearls on the ceiling fell with a clatter! "What did you say?

Wiped out? How is that possible?! Did that Sage Wanhua make a move?!"

He could not believe it! That was the elite of the Dragon Palace, led by Ao Zhan, a peak Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, and they had formed the Myriad Dragons Overturning Seas Wave battle formation!

Even if they were no match for a Primordial Chaos Sage, how could they be "wiped out" without a sound, without even a single message getting back?

"It... it was Sage Wanhua who made a move!"

The Messenger Yaksha was weeping, clearly traumatized. "But... but he didn't fight back... he... he just... he just took a look.

He spoke a few words... and then... then General Ao Zhan and all the soldiers... they... they all... turned into light... and vanished! They were... refined into Dharma treasures and gifted to the academy disciples!"

He was incoherent, but the core meaning was like a billion ice needles, piercing deeply into the hearts of every Dragon Race and aquatic core member in the hall!

One look! A few words!

An entire army wiped out!

Refined into treasures!

Every single word carried a chill that froze the soul!

"Pfft—" Ao Guang felt a surge of blood rush to his throat. His vision went black, and he stumbled, collapsing back onto the dragon throne, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.

He was not grieving the loss of the navy; he was crushed by the terrifying reality behind the news, which far exceeded his imagination!

That was not a battle; that was... erasure! It was the display of supreme, absolute Sage power that brooked no defiance!

A Primordial Chaos Sage could actually... and would actually... act so mercilessly because of the offense of ants! There was not even room for negotiation!

"The power of a Sage... has reached such a level..." The Jade Cane in the Turtle Prime Minister's hand clattered to the ground.

His hunched body trembled, and his aged face had lost all color, leaving only endless fear and lingering dread.

All his schemes, all his calculations, had become laughable arrogance in the face of such absolute power.

Only now did he truly understand that in the eyes of a Primordial Chaos Sage, the so-called dignity of the Dragon Race and the hegemony of the East Sea were utterly fragile!

The hall was deathly silent; one could hear a pin drop.

The Dragon Sons and Grandsons and the fierce aquatic generals who had previously clamored to level the academy were now all ashen-faced and trembling like cicadas in winter. Some of the more cowardly ones even had weak knees and were on the verge of collapsing.

Ao Xin's face was deathly pale, his body drenched in cold sweat from lingering fear. Only now did he truly realize how lucky he had been to return alive that day!

"It's over... my Dragon Race... has invited a great disaster..." a Dragon Race elder muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair.

Ao Guang sat on the dragon throne, appearing to have aged ten thousand years in an instant. He waved his hand.

His voice was hoarse and powerless: "Tell... tell me the details... do not leave out a single thing..."

When the Messenger Yaksha, trembling with extreme fear, recounted the scene—how Sage Wanhua appeared calmly, how he used the Word of Law to impose Stability and Stillness on their attack.

How he casually refined thousands of aquatic beings into treasures, and the final warning: "If the Dragon Palace dares to cross the border again, the outcome will not be like today."

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After he finished recounting everything, the entire Crystal Palace felt like an ice cellar.

"...Sage Wanhua also said... he said, 'Even if the Ancestral Dragon were here in person, he would still need to show respect when meeting me'..." the Messenger Yaksha added at the end.

This sentence was the final straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering the last shred of luck and pride within the Dragon Palace.

The Ancestral Dragon! That was the spiritual totem of the Dragon Race, a being who once stood at the peak of the Primordial World!

Yet in the mouth of the other party, he was merely someone who "needed to show respect"?!

Immense fear and humiliation, like a cold tide, drowned every member of the Dragon Race.

They finally recognized a bloody reality: in the face of true supreme power, the honor and dignity they held dearer than life were as fragile as bubbles.

The Primordial World fell silent, all parties shocked.

The Dragon Palace wanted to seal the news, but how could such an earth-shattering event be completely covered up? Especially since many beings on the outskirts of the academy had witnessed it.

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the Primordial World with astonishing speed.

At first, there was disbelief.

"What? An elite navy of the Dragon Palace was wiped out by Sage Wanhua with a flick of his finger and refined into treasures? This... how is this possible?"

"The Word of Law, treating an entire army as nothing... is this the power of a Primordial Chaos Sage?"

"The Dragon Race this time... kicked an iron plate! No, they kicked Chaos Divine Iron!"

Following this, a shock and silence swept through the entire top-tier power structure of the Primordial World.

Sun Star, Demon Race Divine Palace.

The light from the River Diagram and Luo Script in the hands of Dijun stalled, and his deduction ceased. He and Eastern Emperor Taiyi looked at each other in silence, both seeing unprecedented gravity in the other's eyes.

"Erasing... refining treasures..." Taiyi spoke slowly, his voice tinged with a hint of dryness, "Big Brother, this Wanhua... is even more... decisive than we imagined, and even more untouchable."

Dijun remained silent for a long time before saying in a deep voice, "Pass down the order: from now on, no member of our Demon Race is to approach the Ten Thousand Mile Sea Region of the Myriad Dao Academy in the East Sea!

Any act of provocation against the academy will be treated as treason against the race!" He completely abandoned any thoughts of taking the opportunity to test them or reap benefits.

Kunlun Mountains, Sanqing Hall.

On the calm, unruffled face of Taishang Laojun, his brows furrowed slightly: "Decisive in slaughter, leaving no room for maneuver. This Sage's temperament is extraordinary."

Yuanshi Tianzun let out a cold snort: "Although his methods are cruel, the Dragon Race brought this humiliation upon themselves. Offending the majesty of a Sage, they deserve such an end!"

Though he did not like the way Wanhua acted, he despised the Dragon Race's overestimation of their own abilities even more.

Tongtian Jiaozhu, however, had burning eyes: "Good fellow! This is the spirit that cultivators of our generation should have!

If you don't like someone, crush them directly, and you can even recycle the waste! Satisfying! It's a pity I couldn't see it with my own eyes!" His impression of Wanhua had actually improved.

Barren Western Lands.

The look of suffering on the face of Daoist Jieyin deepened: "Amitabha... Although the sin of slaughter originated from the Dragon Race, such methods may incur karma..."

The eyes of Daoist Zhunti flashed with a sharp light as he whispered, "Senior Brother, misfortune is where fortune lies.

After suffering such a heavy blow, the Dragon Race's strength is greatly diminished, which might... be a good thing for us in the West.

Perhaps we can try to make contact with that Sage Wanhua and observe his Dao techniques; there might be something to learn from them..." He was still calculating how to profit from the situation.

Great powers like Minghe of the Sea of Blood, Kunpeng of Northern Darkness, and Zhenyuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple were all struck with awe upon learning the news.

With the most direct and cruelest method, Wanhua had announced his existence to the entire Primordial World, along with the consequences of offending him.

For a time, all factions that still harbored ulterior motives toward the Myriad Dao Academy had to reconsider.

They marked that Pure Land of Literary Radiance above the East Sea as a forbidden zone that must not be touched lightly.

The high-level figures of the Primordial World were rendered completely speechless by this move from Wanhua. A new understanding and awe of a Primordial Chaos Sage had been branded into the hearts of all the great powers in a bloody fashion.

Inside the academy, the atmosphere was renewed.

Unlike the terror and silence outside, the atmosphere within the Myriad Dao Academy, after the initial shock and awe, became even more cohesive and high-spirited.

Xuanjizi held the "Startling Dragon Brush" refined from the origin of Ao Zhan, feeling the majestic Literary Qi and the trace of dragon-power Dao rhyme contained within. His awe for his Teacher reached an extreme, and his Dao Heart became even more resolute.

With the help of this treasure, his writing of principle Runes, his use of "Tongue-and-Sword", and even his future attempts at "Spring and Autumn Annals Brushwork" would all yield twice the result with half the effort.

Elder Teng stroked the "Sea-Suppressing Inkstone", its heavy aura subtly harmonizing with his "Benevolent Resilience" Literary Heart;

Yun Xi refined the nine "Vast Sea Literary Waves Formation Flags", gaining a deeper understanding of the Dao of guardianship;

Jin Li, Mingxin, and the others also received Literary Treasures suited to them, and their strength increased greatly.

After this battle, all the disciples understood what it meant that "a Sage cannot be insulted," and they were clear about the responsibility they bore to uphold the dignity of the academy and the Confucian Dao.

They practiced even harder, and their study of principles became increasingly profound.

The Literary Qi gathered above the academy did not weaken due to external pressure; instead, it became even more magnificent and vast due to the purity and cohesion of their internal convictions.

Wanhua remained sitting quietly in the Chaos Space, as if all the disturbances of the outside world had nothing to do with him.

His actions this time were a punishment, a display of power, and a profound lesson for his disciples.

He knew that after this incident, the academy would enter a period of relatively stable development.

However, the general trend of the Primordial World was like a rushing river; the hidden reefs and dangerous shoals never disappeared.

The hatred of the Dragon Palace would not easily dissipate, and the covetousness of other factions would not completely cease. The temporary calm might just be brewing an even greater storm.

But regardless, the names of the Myriad Dao Academy and the Confucian Dao had, by virtue of Wanhua's thunderous and unquestionable Sage-majesty, truly established a resounding reputation in this vast Primordial World! No one dared to treat them lightly ever again.