Primordial Wilderness: Download Pangu's Cultivation at the Start - Section 43

"Who dares to show off their divine powers in the Eastern Sea?"

"Stop!"

"That's the Ancestor Dragon Pearl! Could it be Dao Venerable Qing Tian!"

Soon, voices rang out one after another as hundreds of streaks of light shot into the sky, flying to the outskirts of the vortex. At the forefront were two figures—Ancestor Dragon and Candle Dragon, the two supreme powerhouses of the Dragon Clan!

Gazing at the glowing Ancestor Dragon Pearl in the sky, Ancestor Dragon felt a pang of anguish.

He had never let news of the pearl's loss spread, but now it could no longer be suppressed!

This was his very lifebound treasure, stolen from him, and now openly paraded over the Eastern Sea—a direct slap to his face!

The mighty Ancestor Dragon, hailed as the foremost under heaven, commanding countless aquatic tribes, yet unable to protect his own lifebound treasure—how utterly disgraceful!

"Dao Venerable Qing Tian, what exactly are you trying to do? My aquatic tribes have never offended you. Do you take us for weaklings to be bullied at will?"

Ancestor Dragon erupted in fury, his dragon roars echoing in waves, carrying toward the center of the vortex.

Candle Dragon shook his form, transforming into a black-and-white giant dragon, and charged straight into the vortex. Relying on his quasi-sage body, he sought to enter and face Qing Tian, to ascertain the reason behind all this.

Though the Dragon Clan had clashed with Qing Tian before, from what Candle Dragon knew, this Dao Venerable Qing Tian was by no means an unreasonable brute.

His actions today surely had a cause!

"Be careful!"

Ancestor Dragon cried out, breaking into a cold sweat.

He knew better than anyone the power of the Ancestor Dragon Pearl. Add to that Qing Tian's strength surpassing his own, wielding it with even greater ease—if it unleashed its full might, even killing a quasi-sage would be no challenge.

For Candle Dragon to charge in like this was far too reckless!

Candle Dragon heard Ancestor Dragon's voice but showed no sign of stopping.

Yin-Yang Qi churned, isolating the celestial Water Essence of heaven and earth, forming a safe pocket of space.

In an instant, spanning millions of li, he crossed the Eastern Sea's surface and soon reached the center. Gazing at the figure standing like an unrivaled Heavenly Emperor, his heart trembled. Transforming back into human form, he cupped his fists respectfully and said, "Dao Venerable, please calm your thunderous wrath. Let us speak in good faith!"

Qing Tian cast a dismissive glance at Candle Dragon, his expression cold and stern. "Speak? Speak of what? Wasn't your Dragon Clan going to tear me limb from limb? Perfect—I'm right here today. Let me see just what the Dragon Clan is capable of!"

"What?"

Candle Dragon's brow furrowed into a knot at these words. His heart sank, knowing that today's matter could not be resolved peacefully.

"Who in the world? Why provoke this baleful star? The Dragon Clan can't even avoid him, and they want to tear him apart?"

He cursed inwardly, fully aware that Ancestor Dragon had once hinted at such an intention—that after unifying the Primordial Wilderness, he would make Qing Tian pay the price.

But the problem was, that was a plan with no foundation at all, yet it had reached the very person involved. Wasn't that just asking for death?

He quickly forced a smile and said, "What are you saying, Dao Venerable? This is absolutely slander, defamation! Whoever said such a thing, I will grind their bones to dust today!"

Qing Tian sneered, speaking calmly, "But everything has its cause. Since someone said it, it can't be a baseless rumor. What? Does the Dragon Clan dare to say it but not own up to it?"

Boom!

At that moment, the void trembled violently. A chaotic-colored figure tore through the air, stopping beside Candle Dragon. He fixed a complicated gaze on Qing Tian and bellowed, "What's there not to own up to? I said those words myself."

"Good. Since you admit it, then pay the price for what you said."

Qing Tian nodded, his tone indifferent.

"Courting death! Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Qing Tian's dismissive attitude enraged Ancestor Dragon. Gripping a chaotic-colored spear tightly, he thrust it forward with a mighty strike.

He had been stewing in anger for too long—how could he hold back now?

Facing Ancestor Dragon's attack, Qing Tian made no move at all. He stood with his hands behind his back, utterly ignoring it.

This posture only fueled Ancestor Dragon's fury. Spear in hand, he charged straight forward.

Boom!

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed past. A terrifying Sha Qi spread, shattering Ancestor Dragon's attack. Then it coalesced into a black-robed figure, blocking Ancestor Dragon's path.

"You're not qualified to cross hands with the Dao Venerable."

Luohu spoke calmly.

"You... are Devil Ancestor Luohu?"

Ancestor Dragon slammed to a halt in the void, staring at Luohu in disbelief.

This was the ruler of the Western Continent, revered as the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons—how could he be mixed up with Qing Tian?

Could it be that the two of them had already reached some kind of agreement?

"Indeed, this seat is. Enough idle talk. Since you have shown disrespect to the Dao Venerable, then you shall cross hands with me."

Luohu's expression was composed. The God-Slaying Spear in his hand trembled faintly, eager for battle.

Ancestor Dragon's face turned grave. He said in a low voice, "Luohu, you and I have no enmity. What is your relationship with Qing Tian, that you would make an enemy of me for his sake?"

Ancestor Dragon knew Luohu's strength well.

This was once a Chaos Demon God. Even after falling and being reborn, he had the foundation of an Innate Demon God, with talent no less than his own. He possessed numerous treasures, controlled the Western Continent, and had endless earth veins at his disposal—his power was by no means ordinary.

If it actually came to blows, he would likely lose more often than he won.

With that thought, he looked at Qing Tian and said coldly, "Qing Tian, do you think that just because you've found Luohu as a backer, I can do nothing to you? If you have the guts, come out and face me in single combat. I will wash away my shame today and make you understand what the power of the Ancestor Dragon truly is!"

"Backer?"

Luohu could not help but laugh at that. He cast a respectful glance at Qing Tian and said, "Ancestor Dragon, you misunderstand. I have long since submitted to the Dao Venerable. I am merely his subordinate now. If you wish to cross blows with the Dao Venerable, you must first defeat me."

"What?"

The Ancestor Dragon was greatly shaken, and even his aura wavered.

What was this?

Luohu had actually defected to Qing Tian, and even claimed to be Qing Tian's subordinate?

Was there anything more absurd than this?

Even with the Ancestor Dragon's composure, his mind reeled at the moment.

There was no help for it—the impact of this news was simply too overwhelming!

"Enough idle talk. Let's fight."

Luohu had no patience for more words, fearing that Qing Tian might misunderstand his connection to the Ancestor Dragon. He charged forward, God-Slaying Spear in hand.

The Ancestor Dragon's heart fluttered with panic. He hurriedly raised the Ancestor Dragon Spear to block, his will to fight already shattered.

If what Luohu said was true, it meant that in the time past, Qing Tian's strength had grown again, reaching a terrifying level. How else could he have subdued a fierce warrior like Luohu?

One had to understand that subduing someone was far more difficult than defeating or even killing them.

Unless one held an absolute, overwhelming advantage, it was nearly impossible.

Luohu paid no heed to such concerns. The God-Slaying Spear in his hands moved like a phantom, constantly aiming for the Ancestor Dragon's vital points. In just a few breaths, he had already put the Ancestor Dragon in dire straits.

There was no helping it—the God-Slaying Spear was too fearsome, capable of wounding even a Sage's physical body.

The Ancestor Dragon was merely at the Sub-Saint Realm. If he took a real hit, he would surely be gravely injured, so he had no choice but to be cautious.

Thus, he fought with hesitation and timidity.

Candle Dragon watched from the side—how could he not see the situation?

He immediately charged forward, a pair of Sun-Moon Yin-Yang Axes appearing in his hands to block the God-Slaying Spear. "Devil Ancestor, hold your hand. We did not come today to fight to the death. Let us speak calmly!"

The Ancestor Dragon quickly added, "I am willing to concede! I take back my earlier words!"

Luohu paid them no mind. Even if Candle Dragon and the Ancestor Dragon joined forces, he was utterly unafraid.

With the Taiji Diagram in hand, he was inherently invincible, and the one thing he feared least was being surrounded.

"Stop for now."

Just then, Qing Tian's voice rang out.

Luohu's heart tightened. He withdrew and moved to Meng Wu's side, watching the two Dragon Clan powerhouses warily.

The Ancestor Dragon smiled bitterly to himself. He had come looking for trouble, only to run into such a tough opponent.

Wasn't this like lifting a rock only to drop it on his own foot?

"Ancestor Dragon, Candle Dragon, you both know the full story of what happened. Speak—how do you intend to resolve this matter?"

Qing Tian spoke with calm composure. Above, the Ancestor Dragon Pearl still blazed with divine might, showing no sign of stopping.

Candle Dragon and the Ancestor Dragon's hearts were bleeding.

In this short span of time, the Water Clan had already suffered grievous losses. If this continued, the Dragon Clan would surely be severely weakened, and their ambition to contend for supremacy over the Primordial Wilderness would become nothing but empty words.

Candle Dragon sighed inwardly, stepped forward, and said, "Dao Venerable, calm your wrath. Today's affair was indeed our fault first. The Dragon Clan is willing to offer compensation, and we only ask that the Dao Venerable withdraw his divine power."

Qing Tian's gaze was indifferent. He raised his hand and withdrew the Ancestor Dragon Pearl. The Eastern Sea, which had seemed on the verge of apocalypse, quickly returned to calm, leaving only a faint scent of blood lingering in the air, a testament to the slaughter that had come before.