A Finger Snap

"Hmph! An ant dares to mock This Seat—truly ignorant of life and death. Take this: Primordial Sword Intent."

Ye Lingtian couldn't be bothered to waste words with Qing Huan. Using his finger as a sword, he condensed a sharp sword intent and slashed fiercely toward Qing Huan.

Faced with the incoming attack, Qing Huan's expression remained calm, utterly unconcerned. He sat there quietly, a hint of pity in his eyes as he looked at this pitiful "ant."

Just as the sword intent was about to reach Qing Huan, it suddenly turned into a gentle breeze and vanished without a trace.

"What? Ant, how could you possibly block This Seat's strike?"

Ye Lingtian's face was now full of shock and disbelief.

"Heh, you're no good either! A strike from a Golden Immortal of the Origin—feels like you didn't even eat your fill. Want to go back, eat up, and come fight again?"

Qing Huan taunted with a mocking grin.

"Ant, don't think that just because you luckily broke one of This Seat's moves, you amount to anything. This Seat only used three-tenths of his power just now."

Ye Lingtian's expression shifted from a flicker of surprise back to disdain in an instant.

At that moment, a golden longsword appeared in his hand.

"Ant, dying under This Seat's Primordial Sacred Sword counts as merit you accumulated in a past life. Now, you can die."

"Primordial Sacred Sword Art, Sword Twenty-Three!"

The golden longsword in Ye Lingtian's hand blazed with brilliant light, runes flickering along the blade. With a low shout:

"Sword Twenty-Three!"

He unleashed it instantly.

In that moment, the single sword transformed into twenty-three blades, each radiating fierce sword qi. Like twenty-three beams of cold light, they crisscrossed, slicing the surrounding space to shreds.

These swords spun rapidly around Ye Lingtian, then merged back into one in an instant, hurtling toward Qing Huan with overwhelming momentum. The sword's cold gleam seemed to freeze heaven and earth itself.

Watching this flashy display, Qing Huan wore a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

"That's it? You call this a Primordial-grade spiritual treasure and technique...

That sword in his hand is clearly just a High-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure...

And that flashy sword art—tsk tsk, I'll admit it's quite a sight to behold."

"Sword Twenty-Three, Sword's Cold Radiance Across Nineteen Provinces!"

The terrifying sword light, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth, slashed toward Qing Huan.

Qing Huan shook his head, thinking to himself that this transmigrator was nothing special. He simply snapped his fingers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several explosions rang out, and a cloud of blood mist scattered in the wind.

A black mass turned into a streak of light, shooting toward the heavens.

"Heh, trying to run? A mere system thinking it can escape from a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal—how ridiculous."

Qing Huan reached out and grabbed the black mass, instantly holding it in his hand.

"Please, great one, don't kill me! This system is a subsystem of a Tenth-Level Civilization Universe! Please let me return to the System Realm! This system can give you Pangu's Essence Blood and Primordial treasures!"

"Want to go back? Go back after you die!"

Qing Huan squeezed lightly with his right hand, and the system dissipated into a wisp of black smoke.

"Heh, and this claims to be a system from a Tenth-Level Civilization Universe—what a joke."

Having dealt with this minor interruption, Qing Huan summoned a purple cloud, sat down on it, and began to tour the East Sea.

He mused to himself, So this Primordial World actually has transmigrators. But this one's strength wasn't much to speak of.

It seems that in those Primordial Worlds formed from fragments, a Golden Immortal's cultivation is equivalent to a Golden Immortal of the Origin.

As for whether there are other transmigrators, I think there probably are, but they're likely all in the spacetime of Chaos Fragments, not in the Original Primordial Wilderness.

Otherwise, any random Golden Immortal or Primordial Unity Golden Immortal could wipe out these "ants"... I wonder how that "ant" managed to break through space and reach the Original Primordial Wilderness.

In the blink of an eye, a Huiyuan Era passed.

Qing Huan had searched the East Sea for a long time, finding many islands, but he still hadn't discovered any trace of the Innate Yin-Yang Flood Dragon.

"Could it be that the time for its emergence hasn't come yet?"

Qing Huan thought it over and decided that must be the case.

"Ah, forget it. Since I'm fated not to find it this time, I'll come back to the East Sea after the Second Sermon."

Just as Qing Huan was about to leave, a faint ripple of battle suddenly came from the sea surface.

Though weak, this ripple couldn't escape the senses of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Qing Huan's heart stirred. He guessed it might be related to the Innate Yin-Yang Flood Dragon he was seeking, so he followed the ripple without hesitation.

"Reporting to Lord Nether Dragon, this Innate Yin-Yang Flood Dragon is too powerful. We are no match!"

The transformed little dragon at the True Immortal realm spoke with a face full of anxiety, his voice trembling slightly.

"We should retreat and report to the Dragon King of the East Sea!"

Nether Dragon pondered for a moment. Though this Yin-Yang Flood Dragon and he were both at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal mid-stage, the Yin-Yang Flood Dragon was an Innate Lifeform, born with Yin-Yang Qi—truly a thorny opponent.

If not for the boundless karmic sin weighing on the dragon clan, he might already be at Primordial Unity Golden Immortal late-stage or even Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal by now.

"Leave! But do not speak of this matter to anyone, or else do not blame This Seat for reducing you all to ashes."

Nether Dragon's icy gaze swept over his four subordinates, his expression fierce.

"Yes, yes, yes! We swear by the heavens we will never reveal today's events."

The four lesser dragons quickly knelt, cold sweat beading on their brows.

Nether Dragon gave a cold snort and led the four back into the sea.

"If this Yin-Yang Flood Dragon can be successfully refined, it will be at least an Innate Spiritual Treasure."

He did not want anyone to know there were two Yin-Yang Flood Dragons here, planning to wait until his karmic sin eased slightly before returning to deal with them.

"Haha, truly, 'weary feet search far and wide, yet find it with no effort at all!'"

Qing Huan, hiding to the side, watched it all clearly. That Nether Dragon had slunk back in defeat.

It made sense, really—two mid-stage Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Yin-Yang Flood Dragons were no match for a single mid-stage Primordial Unity Golden Immortal armed only with an Acquired Spiritual Treasure.

Before him lay an island, shrouded in spiritual mist, covered in exotic flowers and rare herbs, the air thick with dense spiritual energy.

The two Yin-Yang Flood Dragons were enormous, their bodies entwined with Yin-Yang Qi, interweaving into strange runes that shimmered in the sunlight.

Their dragon roars made the air hum, the wind and waves crashing against the shore as if warning off intruders.

Qing Huan flashed and appeared before the two Yin-Yang Flood Dragons in an instant.

"You two had better let me draw your tendons and extract your innate Yin-Yang Qi obediently!"

Qing Huan directly summoned his spiritual treasure, the Xuanhuang Seal, and hurled it at the Yin-Yang Flood Dragons.

"Roar!"

The two Yin-Yang Flood Dragons crossed paths, letting out a series of dragon roars as they charged at the figure before them.

"Suppress!"

As Qing Huan's words fell, the Xuanhuang Seal suddenly expanded, becoming as large as the island itself. It descended rapidly, pressing directly down onto the two Yin-Yang Flood Dragons.