The Great Tribulation Ends, The Fisherman Benefits

The slaughter on the plains lasted for an unknown number of years. The sun and moon lost their light, mountains and rivers were shattered, once fertile lands turned to scorched earth, and rivers, dyed red with blood, dried up. Less than one in ten elites from the three tribes survived this brutal war. Corpses piled up into mountains, resentment reaching the heavens, even the Heavenly Dao sensed it and sent down blood rain, as if weeping for this immense calamity at the dawn of the Primordial Era.

Under the erosion of the Great Tribulation's malevolent energy, even Grand Unity Golden Immortals struggled to maintain clarity. The elders Ya Zi, Yan Ling, and Pan Shi had long since gone mad with battle, covered in wounds, their magic power severely depleted, yet they continued to fight like demons. They all knew that at this point, there was no turning back; only by completely crushing the enemy could their races have a sliver of hope for survival.

"This is the moment!" Xuan Wazi, hidden in the shadows, his eyes flashed with sharp light. The moment he had long awaited, the moment to reap the greatest rewards, had finally arrived!

He was no longer content with picking up scraps. His divine sense, like the keenest falcon, locked onto the core of the battlefield: the three Grand Unity Golden Immortals on the verge of collapse, and the great treasures they carried or had lost in the fighting!

Above Ya Zi's head floated a damaged war banner of the Dragon Clan, a low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure capable of amplifying the power of Dragon Clan battle formations. Now, its light was dim, its surface torn.

Three fundamental True Feathers that had fallen from Elder Yan Ling's tail contained a portion of its fire origin and Golden Immortal Dao rhythm, making them top-tier materials for refining fire-attribute magic treasures.

Elder Pan Shi's broken horn was the essence of his cultivation, comparable to a high-grade Innate Spiritual Material, and it even contained a sliver of the fragments of the Law of Earth.

These were treasures that, under normal circumstances, were rare and hard to come by! Now, they floated in the chaotic battlefield like ownerless objects!

"Spatial Grasp!" Xuan Wazi fully activated his magic power, using a trace of the mask's aura for concealment, his hands repeatedly grasping in the void. Faint spatial ripples spread secretly across the battlefield.

The damaged Dragon Clan war banner, just struck by Elder Yan Ling's Southern Bright Leaving Fire, let out a mournful cry and flew backward, only to mysteriously disappear mid-air.

The three True Feathers of Elder Yan Ling, their control weakened due to the owner's rapid depletion of magic power, detached on their own. Before they could fall to the ground, they were swept away by an invisible force.

When Elder Pan Shi withstood a heavy claw strike from Ya Zi, a small section of his horn broke off. That broken piece, before hitting the ground, vanished into the void, its whereabouts unknown.

[Ding! Harvested a damaged low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the 'Sea-Overturning Dragon Banner'!]

[Ding! Harvested three Grand Unity Golden Immortal-level Phoenix Clan True Feathers!]

[Ding! Harvested a Grand Unity Golden Immortal-level Kirin Origin Horn section!]

The system's notification sounds became dense and loud, each one representing a massive gain. Xuan Wazi was overjoyed; these were the real treasures! Even damaged, their materials and the Dao rhythm they contained far surpassed anything he had obtained before!

However, his actions had ultimately caused a minuscule fluctuation. The three Grand Unity Golden Immortals locked in mortal combat, though their minds were clouded by malevolent energy, were still beings of profound cultivation. They sensed the anomalies concerning their own treasures and the surrounding space.

"Who?! Who dares steal this seat's war banner!" Ya Zi was the first to erupt in fury, his dragon eyes scanning the void with crimson rage, but he saw only chaotic energy and spatial rifts.

"My True Feathers!" Elder Yan Ling also felt the connection to its True Feathers severed instantly, shocked and enraged.

"Insignificant wretch! How dare you take advantage of misfortune!" Elder Pan Shi, sensing the loss of his horn, was also burning with anger.

The three powerful divine senses subconsciously swept towards the direction of the fluctuation. Although they couldn't pinpoint Xuan Wazi, the intent mixed with anger, disdain, and killing intent struck like a physical force.

"Coward who hides his head and shows his tail!"

"Unfilial thief!"

"How dare you, brat, insult me like this!!"

The curses of the three Grand Unity Golden Immortals, containing their Dao principles and rage, were not to be trifled with. An ordinary Grand Unity Golden Immortal would likely have their soul injured. But Xuan Wazi, protected by his Primordial Dao Body and the aura of the Chaos Bead, only felt a slight tremor in his mind, which only made him more excited.

"Curse! Curse harder! This Daoist priest loves seeing you hate me but unable to do anything about it!" Xuan Wazi chuckled, not angry at all, but treating their curses as the best form of entertainment.

[Ding! Provoked Grand Unity Golden Immortal-level curses, 'Unfilial Points' have surged! Current points are sufficient to redeem some high-level rewards!]

[Ding! Detected that the host's behavior extremely aligns with the 'Unfilial' principle, hidden condition activated! Host, please, at the final moment, in front of the three tribal ancestors, perform one ultimate prank!]

"Ultimate prank?" Xuan Wazi blinked, then the corners of his mouth curved into an even wider arc. "System bro, you really understand me!"

Just as Xuan Wazi was madly harvesting and provoking the curses of the three Grand Unity Golden Immortals, the situation on the battlefield took a sharp turn.

As if sensing the tragic state of their kin and the rapid decline of their tribal destiny, three terrifying auras that pierced through heaven and earth erupted from the East Sea, the Immortal Volcano, and the Kirin Ancestral Abyss!

"Roar--!!!"

The dragon's roar echoed through the Primordial Era, carrying infinite grief and rage. Ancestral Dragon, with its unimaginably massive dragon body, crossed space and arrived, its dragon might vast and mighty, a terrifying existence at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm!

"Chirp--!!!"

The phoenix's cry tore through the sky. Primordial Phoenix spread its wings, its seven-colored auspicious light illuminating the heavens. The Southern Bright Leaving Fire burned the eight directions. It was also at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm!

"Roar--!!!"

The Kirin's roar shook the earth. First Kirin stepped on auspicious clouds, the essence of Wu Tu surrounding it like a tangible substance, carrying all things, embodying virtue. It was also at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm!

The three tribal ancestors had finally been forced out by this tragic conclusion!

They looked at the scene of corpses strewn everywhere below, their descendants decimated, felt the tribal destiny on the verge of complete collapse and the dense, unresolvable karma and sin. Despair and madness filled their eyes.

"Why did it come to this?!" Ancestral Dragon roared, the sound waves shattering countless mountains.

"Is Heaven trying to destroy my Phoenix Clan?!" Primordial Phoenix wailed, tears of fire falling into the void, turning to ash.

"Karma and sin... My Kirin Tribe... is finished!" First Kirin's voice was low, filled with endless fatigue and regret.

They knew that after this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, the three tribes were finished. This overwhelming karma would completely sever the path for their descendants to advance to Grand Unity, and even make it impossible for future generations to ever rise again.

Grief, despair, madness! The three ancestors, with red eyes, looked at each other. The source of everything was the other two tribes!

"Ancestral Dragon! Primordial Phoenix! First Kirin! Since our tribes are doomed, why don't we have one final battle to settle this karma!" Ancestral Dragon roared, already intending to perish together.

"Just as I wish!" Primordial Phoenix and First Kirin also let go of everything. Their terrifying auras at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm erupted without reservation, charging towards each other!

The battle between three peak Quasi-Saints was far more powerful than the previous mêlée of Grand Unity Golden Immortals! The clash of their auras alone caused the entire Western plains to sink, space collapsed in swathes, and the elements of earth, water, fire, and wind raged, as if returning to chaos!

Xuan Wazi watched, his heart pounding, and quickly retreated further into the Chaos Bead's aura. "Good heavens, this is what it looks like when the big shots fight!"

He knew the final moment had arrived! It was also time for him to complete the "ultimate prank" mission!

As the three Ancestors were about to engage in their final, mutually destructive clash, Xuan Wazi took a deep breath. He significantly reduced his concealment, deliberately leaking a trace of his late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal aura (still disguised by his mask). Simultaneously, employing his lifetime's acting skills, he mimicked a tone of panicked fluster mixed with a hint of mischievousness, shouting towards the core of the battlefield:

"Hey! You three! Fight if you must, mess around if you must, but don't mess with the spirit treasures! There's still a treasure over here waiting to be picked up!"

As he spoke, he deliberately used his magic power to conjure a large, golden hand. He made it grab at the edge of the three Ancestors' battlefield, at a "spirit treasure" that didn't actually exist. Then, feigning shock from the battle's aftermath, he cried out "Aiya!" and instantly vanished back into concealment, disappearing without a trace.

Ancestral Dragon, Primordial Phoenix, and First Kirin, who were condensing their life's power for the final confrontation, had their auras stall simultaneously due to this sudden, inexplicable, and utterly jarring shout!

Where did this little thief come from?!

A Grand Unity Golden Immortal? Daring to be so presumptuous here?!

And picking up treasures?! We're about to destroy each other, and you're still thinking about picking up treasures?!

An extreme sense of absurdity, humiliation, and indescribable rage instantly shattered the three Ancestors' tragic and solemn state of mind!

"You scoundrel!! How dare you insult me like this!!!" Ancestral Dragon's dragon whiskers trembled with anger.

"Unfilial wretch!!" Primordial Phoenix's flames raged uncontrollably.

"This enrages me!!" The ground beneath First Kirin cracked.

The power they had gathered experienced subtle fluctuations and delays due to this momentary disturbance in their state of mind. And it was precisely this insignificant delay that proved fatal in a life-and-death duel at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm!

BOOM!!!!!!!

The three Ancestors' attacks finally collided, but their power, due to the momentary disruption, did not stack perfectly, resulting in an even more violent and uncontrollable energy storm! Destructive light engulfed everything, completely submerging the figures of the three Ancestors!

When the light dissipated, all that remained in the spot was a bottomless, colossal abyss, and three extremely weak, almost transparent remnant souls, entangled by endless karma. Ancestral Dragon, Primordial Phoenix, and First Kirin ultimately met a fate of near mutual destruction, leaving only their remnant souls bound by karma.

And the "culprit" who caused their state of mind to falter at the last moment had long since fled.

[Ding! Main quest 'Unfilial Wretch' completion assessment in progress...]

[Assessment complete! Host successfully exacerbated the conflict between the three tribes, triggering the final battle of the Great Tribulation; plundered massive amounts of spirit treasures and materials during the great battle; provoked extreme curses from the members of the three tribes, including the three Ancestors; and completed the ultimate prank, successfully disrupting the key moment of the three tribes' Ancestors' decisive battle, causing their mental defenses to break!]

[Quest Completion: Perfect!]

[Highest rewards issued: Chaos Bead ×1, Thirty-Six-Grade Creation Green Lotus ×1, Ancestral Dragon, Primordial Phoenix, First Kirin essence blood ×5 each! Cultivation increased to Grand Perfection of Grand Unity Golden Immortal!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for reaching Grand Perfection of Grand Unity Golden Immortal!]

A vast and pure surge of energy poured into Xuan Wazi's body, propelling his magical power realm to the ultimate stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal as a matter of course. All that remained was to comprehend his own Dao before he could attempt to condense his Dao fruit and break through to the Grand Unity realm!

Simultaneously, a treasure bead shrouded in chaotic energy, a pale green lotus pedestal exuding an aura of creation, still in its budding stage, and fifteen drops of essence blood containing terrifying energy and bloodline origins appeared in his system space.

Feeling the surging magical power within him and the supreme treasures in his spatial storage that could make even a Saint envious, Xuan Wazi stood on a cloud far from the battlefield, hands on his hips, and laughed up at the sky:

"Hahaha! Awesome! This was a huge profit! Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation? A perfect wrap-up! This humble Daoist, Xuan Wazi, is the biggest winner!"

As for the curses from the three Ancestors' remnant souls and the widespread lamentation across the Primordial Era, he had long since cast them aside.

Unfilial wretch? That's right, this humble Daoist is indeed an unfilial wretch! So what?