"Hmph! A mere ant dared laugh at me? You truly didn't know your place. Take this—Primordial Sword Intent!"
Ye Lingtian could not be bothered to waste words with Qing Huan. He used his finger as a sword, condensed a sharp sword intent, and viciously slashed it toward Qing Huan.
Faced with the attack before him, Qing Huan remained calm and utterly unconcerned. He continued sitting there quietly, a trace of pity in his eyes as he looked at the pitiful "ant" before him.
Just as the sword intent was about to reach Qing Huan, it abruptly turned into a gentle breeze and vanished without a trace.
"Ah, ant, how could you possibly block my sword?"
Ye Lingtian's face was full of shock and disbelief.
"Hehe, you're not much either! That was an attack from a Primordial Golden Immortal? Why did it feel like you hadn't eaten? Want to go back, fill your belly, and come fight again?"
Qing Huan taunted him with a mocking expression.
"Ant, don't think you're capable just because you got lucky and broke one of my moves. I only used thirty percent of my strength just now."
The slight surprise on Ye Lingtian's face instantly turned back into disdain.
At that moment, a golden longsword appeared in his hand.
"Ant, dying beneath my Primordial Sacred Sword can be considered a blessing earned through your good deeds in a past life. Now, you may die."
"Primordial Sacred Sword Art, Sword Twenty-Three!"
The golden longsword in Ye Lingtian's hand shone brilliantly, runes flickering across its blade. With a low shout:
"Sword Twenty-Three!"
He unleashed the technique instantly.
In an instant, one sword transformed into twenty-three. Each radiated fierce sword qi, like twenty-three cold flashes that crisscrossed through the air, shredding the surrounding space to pieces.
The swords spun rapidly around Ye Lingtian before merging into one again. Carrying an overwhelming force, it slashed toward Qing Huan, its cold sword radiance seeming capable of freezing heaven and earth itself.
Qing Huan wore a faint smile as he watched the flashy performance before him.
"That's it? You told me that was a Primordial-grade spiritual treasure and cultivation art...
No matter how I looked at the sword in his hand, it was only a High-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure...
And this flashy sword art—tsk, tsk—it was rather pleasing to the eye."
"Sword Twenty-Three, Sword's Cold Radiance Across Nineteen Provinces!"
Terrifying sword light, carrying world-destroying power, slashed toward Qing Huan.
Qing Huan shook his head, secretly thinking that this transmigrator was nothing special. He simply snapped his fingers.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several explosions rang out, and a cloud of blood mist drifted away with the wind.
A black lump turned into a streak of light and shot rapidly toward the skies beyond.
"Hehe, trying to run? A mere system wanted to escape before a Grand Unity Golden Immortal? What a joke."
Qing Huan reached out and grabbed at the black lump, instantly catching it in his hand.
"Please, mighty expert, don't kill me! I am a subsystem of the Tenth-Level Civilization Universe. Please let me return to the System Realm! I can give you Pangu's Essence Blood and Primordial supreme treasures!"
"You can go back after you die."
With a light squeeze of his right hand, Qing Huan reduced the system to a wisp of black smoke that dissipated.
"Hehe, and this was supposed to be a system from the Tenth-Level Civilization Universe? What a joke."
After dealing with this minor interruption, Qing Huan summoned a Purple Cloud, sat atop it, and began traveling through the Eastern Sea.
He secretly pondered the matter. He had not expected this Primordial Wilderness to have transmigrators as well, though this transmigrator's strength seemed rather unimpressive.
It seemed that in the Primordial Worlds formed from those fragments, a Golden Immortal's cultivation was equivalent to that of a Primordial Golden Immortal.
As for whether there were other transmigrators, Qing Huan believed there probably were. They were likely within the spacetime of Chaos Fragments rather than the Original Primordial Wilderness.
Otherwise, any random Golden Immortal or Taiyi Golden Immortal could wipe out these "ants"... He also wondered how that previous "ant" had broken through space to reach the Original Primordial Wilderness.
In the blink of an eye, a Huiyuan Era passed.
Qing Huan searched the Eastern Sea for a long time and found quite a few islands, yet he never discovered any trace of the Innate Yin-Yang Flood Dragons.
"Could it be that the time for them to be born has not yet come?"
Qing Huan considered it and felt that was probably the case.
"Ah, forget it. Since I was not fated to find them this time, I'll return to the Eastern Sea after the second lecture and search again."
Just as Qing Huan was preparing to leave, faint fluctuations from a battle suddenly came from the sea's surface.
Though the fluctuations were weak, they could not escape the senses of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
Qing Huan's heart stirred. He guessed that it might be related to the Innate Yin-Yang Flood Dragons he had been seeking, so he immediately followed the fluctuations.
"Reporting to Lord Nether Dragon, these Innate Yin-Yang Flood Dragons are simply too powerful. We are no match for them!"
The little transformed dragon at the True Immortal realm was full of anxiety, and his voice trembled slightly.
"We should retreat and report this to the Dragon King of the East Sea!"
Nether Dragon considered it for a while. Although he and the Yin-Yang Flood Dragons were both at the middle stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, the Yin-Yang Flood Dragons were Innate Lifeforms born with Yin-Yang Qi. They were truly difficult to handle.
If the Dragon Clan had not been burdened by boundless karmic sin, he might have already reached the late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal or even become a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
"Go! But none of you may mention this to anyone. Otherwise, don't blame me for reducing you to ash."
Nether Dragon's cold gaze swept over his four subordinates, his expression vicious.
"Yes, yes, yes! We swear to the heavens that we will never reveal what happened today."
The four little dragons hurriedly knelt, beads of cold sweat forming on their foreheads.
Nether Dragon snorted coldly and returned to the sea with the four of them.
"If these Yin-Yang Flood Dragons can be refined successfully, they will at least become an Innate Spiritual Treasure."
He did not want anyone to know that there were two Yin-Yang Flood Dragons here. He planned to return and deal with them once his karmic sin had eased somewhat.
"Haha, one searched everywhere only to find it without any effort!"
Qing Huan, who had been hiding nearby, saw everything clearly. Nether Dragon had simply retreated in disgrace.
That was normal when he thought about it. After all, two Yin-Yang Flood Dragons at the middle stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal were not something a single middle-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal with only Acquired Spiritual Treasures could handle.
The island before him was shrouded in spiritual mist, covered in exotic flowers and strange herbs, while dense spiritual qi filled the air.
The two Yin-Yang Flood Dragons were enormous. Yin-Yang Qi coiled around their bodies, intertwining into strange runes that gleamed beneath the sunlight.
Their dragon roars made the air hum, while the winds and waves they stirred crashed against the shore, as though warning off intruders.
With a flash, Qing Huan instantly appeared before the two Yin-Yang Flood Dragons.
"You two should obediently let me pull out your tendons and extract your Innate Yin-Yang Qi!"
Qing Huan immediately brought out the Xuanhuang Seal and hurled it toward the Yin-Yang Flood Dragons.
"Roar!"
The two Yin-Yang Flood Dragons crossed around each other, releasing roar after roar as they lunged at the man before them.
"Suppress!"
As Qing Huan's words fell, the Xuanhuang Seal suddenly expanded until it was as large as the island itself. It descended rapidly and pressed directly down upon the two Yin-Yang Flood Dragons.
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