Three Ancestors Gather at Thunder Marsh

"What did you say? That old Shi Qilin left Kirin Cliff, went to Thunder Marsh, and then vanished for fifty thousand years?" The Ancestral Dragon listened to the True Dragon's report below, a contemplative look crossing his dragon face as light flickered in his eyes, as if pondering the hidden meaning behind this.

"Tribe Chief, it's absolutely true! The dragons we dispatched spent nearly ten thousand years investigating and finally confirmed that Shi Qilin waited outside Thunder Marsh for a full ten thousand years, then entered and never came out again." The True Dragon below answered cautiously, a hint of reverence in his voice.

The Ancestral Dragon's temperament was utterly domineering. Though he didn't casually punish his clan members, there was hardly a True Dragon in the Dragon Clan who wasn't afraid of him.

Facing the Ancestral Dragon's inquiry now, this True Dragon barely dared to breathe, his heart full of tension and anxiety.

"Enough, I understand. You may withdraw." The Ancestral Dragon waved a Dragon Claw casually, his gaze still lost in thought over Shi Qilin's matter.

"Many thanks, Tribe Chief!" Hearing the Ancestral Dragon's words, the True Dragon felt an immense relief and let out a long sigh, then hurriedly left, afraid that staying even a second longer might provoke the Ancestral Dragon's wrath.

Once the True Dragon had gone, the Ancestral Dragon paid him no further mind. His thoughts were now entirely consumed by Shi Qilin's unusual behavior.

"That Shi Qilin has always been obsessed with face. For him to endure a ten-thousand-year wait outside Thunder Marsh, there must be something inside worth all this trouble. But in this Primordial World, not even Fellow Daoists like Hongjun command such respect from Shi Qilin. Could it be that some rare treasure was born in Thunder Marsh?" The Ancestral Dragon muttered to himself, his massive dragon eyes full of confusion.

"No! The Heavenly Dao sent a message earlier, mentioning a mysterious Dao Venerable. Could that mysterious existence in Thunder Marsh be the Dao Venerable who has always stayed behind the scenes?" Thinking this, the Ancestral Dragon's face grew even more puzzled, his dragon whiskers trembling slightly as if probing the air for clues.

"No matter what reason made Shi Qilin linger so long in Thunder Marsh, I must go. I cannot let him have his way so easily!" The Ancestral Dragon made up his mind. With a flicker of his form, he vanished from the East Sea in an instant, speeding toward Thunder Marsh.

At the same time, Yuan Feng of the Phoenix Clan also learned of Shi Qilin's presence in Thunder Marsh and was rushing there in haste.

"Ancestral Dragon!"

"Yuan Feng!"

The Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng sensed each other's Aura almost simultaneously outside Thunder Marsh.

Looking back to the days before the Fierce Beast Tribulation, the Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin had been inseparable close friends, often roaming the Primordial World together, discussing the Dao and sharing deep bonds.

But after the Fierce Beast Tribulation, the three clans had all set out on the path to dominate the Primordial World.

As their ambitions swelled, a "Dao Struggle" gradually arose among them.

In the Primordial World, the "Dao Struggle" was a root cause of conflict and strife between living beings.

Once caught in a "Dao Struggle," it often meant an unending fight to the death.

Now, the three of them were no exception.

To fulfill their own Dao, each believed the other two clans must perish or submit.

Conflict among the three clans grew incessant, their hatred deepening day by day. The once-deep friendship faded away, worn down by time and endless strife.

Soon, the Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng met outside Thunder Marsh.

Enemies at a glance, their eyes burned with hostility.

Their gazes locked, and they snorted coldly in unison, then spoke at the same time: "Why are you, that annoying wretch, here too?"

"Ancestral Dragon, I think our purpose here is the same. How about we go in together?" Yuan Feng looked at the Ancestral Dragon, offering her suggestion with a hint of probing in her eyes.

But the Ancestral Dragon's domineering and arrogant nature would never accept that. He snorted disdainfully: "Hmph, there's no place in this Primordial World I, the Ancestral Dragon, cannot go. Why would I need to enter with you? I'll go alone!"

With that, the Ancestral Dragon swaggered straight into Thunder Marsh.

Rejected so bluntly, Yuan Feng's face immediately fell, displeasure filling her heart: "This guy, no matter how much time passes, his personality is still so insufferable. I really don't understand how I ever got along with him so well."

"Hmph, fine, don't go together then. Let you, Idiot, be my pathfinder." Yuan Feng muttered under her breath, watching the direction the Ancestral Dragon had vanished, then stepped into Thunder Marsh herself.

The moment the two entered Thunder Marsh, Xuanxiao keenly sensed them.

Xuanxiao looked at Shi Qilin before him, smiled slightly, and said, "Fellow Daoist, it seems that after your long disappearance, some beings can no longer hold back."

Hearing Xuanxiao's words, Shi Qilin pondered briefly and asked, "Dao Venerable, are those two, the Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng, coming?"

Just as Yuan Feng and the Ancestral Dragon knew Shi Qilin's temperament inside out, he too understood their dispositions well. So when Xuanxiao told him someone had come seeking him, the first names that came to mind were the Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng.

"It is indeed those two." Xuanxiao nodded, confirming Shi Qilin's guess.

"As expected. I've only been gone a few tens of thousands of years, and they couldn't sit still." Shi Qilin thought to himself, a faint, almost imperceptible smile crossing his face.

"I wonder if the Dao Venerable intends to let them in as well?" Shi Qilin looked at Xuanxiao curiously, a gleam of inquiry in his eyes.

At this moment, Mo Yuan paid no attention to his surroundings. His gaze was fixed on the spirit fruits laid out on the table, and he kept muttering, "I'd better eat more, or once I'm out, I won't get such good treatment."

Hearing Mo Yuan's muttering, Shi Qilin shot him a dissatisfied glare.

But Mo Yuan couldn't care less, still staring at the spirit fruits.

"Since they've come, how could I turn them away? But entering without my permission displeases me. They need to learn a lesson." Xuanxiao said, lightly tapping the void.

With that gesture, the thunder of the entire Thunder Marsh seemed to come alive, instantly growing spirited.

Already perilous, Thunder Marsh's thunderbolts now surged in power, rumbling and flashing, illuminating the whole space like daylight.

By now, the Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng, who had reached the outskirts of Thunder Marsh's core area, clearly felt the abnormal change.

"What's going on? Why do these thunderbolts suddenly feel so much stronger?" The Ancestral Dragon frowned, full of doubt.

"Could the master of Thunder Marsh have noticed our entry and is expressing displeasure?" Yuan Feng also sensed the strangeness. Soon, both roughly guessed the reason.

"Fellow Daoist, Poor Daoist means no offense. I came to Thunder Marsh hoping to pay a visit." The Ancestral Dragon called out loudly into the void, his voice echoing through Thunder Marsh with a hint of sincerity.

"Come in!" Xuanxiao replied after hearing the Ancestral Dragon's words, no longer deliberately blocking them.

As Xuanxiao's voice faded, the thunderbolts before the Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng parted as if following orders, clearing a path.

The two saw the thunder retreat and finally Sighed in Relief.

Looking up, they spotted a faint palace shadow emerging at the center of Thunder Marsh.

So they hurried toward the direction of the palace shadow.

Soon, they stood before it.

They exchanged a glance, then together pushed open the doors and slowly stepped inside.

"This isn't Thunder Marsh!"

"How is that possible? Why didn't I sense any spatial fluctuations, yet the space changed?" The moment they entered, the same doubt that had struck Shi Qilin arose in them, surprise written on their faces.

Still, they outwardly kept their composure, their eyes curiously scanning this mysterious Primordial Hall.

The deeper they looked, the stronger their astonishment grew.

They had always thought their own Daoist Temples were grand and imposing, but compared to this Primordial Hall, they somehow felt shabby.

As the first to enter, Shi Qilin naturally understood what they were thinking.

He secretly gloated, laughing to himself: "Hahaha, you two finally get to feel what I did earlier."

"Why stand there, Fellow Daoists? Come sit." Xuanxiao smiled at Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng, who stood frozen at the hall's entrance, then lightly waved his hand. Two seats materialized out of thin air beside Shi Qilin.

Hearing Xuanxiao's voice, Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng snapped back to reality.

"Then many thanks to you, Fellow Daoist." With that, they walked over and sat down beside Shi Qilin.

Glancing at Shi Qilin beside them, both snorted coldly in unison. Shi Qilin shot back a displeased look, and the atmosphere grew awkward.

Mo Yuan quietly shrank back, having no intention of getting involved in their squabble.

"The three of you are fated to meet here, and I've heard you were once inseparable friends. Why be so distant?" Xuanxiao smiled at the three cold-faced figures, trying to ease the tension.

"Fine, for the sake of the Dao Venerable." Shi Qilin, after hearing Xuanxiao's words, looked at Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng and snorted coldly.

But after speaking, his expression gradually softened.

Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng, hearing Shi Qilin's words, suddenly realized: "So, this is indeed the Dao Venerable." They had guessed before but weren't sure; now Shi Qilin's words confirmed it.

"So you are the Dao Venerable, Fellow Daoist. Our respects." Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng smiled at Xuanxiao, their eyes full of reverence.

Xuanxiao smiled faintly and waved his hand. A pile of spirit fruits appeared before Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng, and at the same time, a cup of tea emitting a wispy, refreshing fragrance appeared before each of them, including Shi Qilin.

"This tea is the Tai Xuan Gui Zhen Tea, only recently matured. Fellow Daoists, please try it." Xuanxiao introduced.

This Tai Xuan Gui Zhen Tea wasn't left to him by Pangu; Xuanxiao had obtained it in the Primordial Wilderness. Though not among the ten top-grade spirit roots of the Primordial Wilderness, it was still a Supreme Grade Innate Spirit Root.

The tea before them showed a warm amber color, with an enticing, refreshing aroma that lifted the spirits.

"Sigh, at the Dao Venerable's place, there's always a surprise. And now another Supreme Grade Innate Spirit Root appears." Mo Yuan, looking at the tea before him, unceremoniously picked it up and downed it in one gulp.

The moment he drank it, Mo Yuan's Aura began to surge sharply—a clear sign of imminent breakthrough.

"Mo Yuan would need a long time to break through normally, and now he breaks through after just one cup of tea?" Shi Qilin, Ancestral Dragon, and Yuan Feng stared in disbelief at Mo Yuan's breakthrough, shock filling their eyes.

Then, the three of them picked up their own cups of Tai Xuan Gui Zhen Tea, gently brought them to their noses, and inhaled. In unison, they praised, "Truly fine tea."

Next, they all took a small sip.

In an instant, their eyes lit up.

They could clearly feel their connection to the Great Dao growing closer.

Moreover, they faintly sensed a loosening in their cultivation. By this estimate, finishing this cup of tea would save them at least one epoch of cultivation time.

Now they understood why Mo Yuan had broken through after drinking it.

Without further hesitation, they raised their cups and drained them in one gulp.

"Dao Venerable, if this tea of yours appeared in the Primordial Wilderness, countless beings would fight over it." Shi Qilin sighed after finishing his tea.

"If you like it, you can have more. But the first cup has the best effect; each subsequent cup weakens. After about ten cups, it's basically ineffective for a Golden Immortal of the Origin." As Xuanxiao spoke, he refilled their cups.

"Then many thanks to the Dao Venerable." Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin respectfully expressed their gratitude, deeply appreciative of Xuanxiao's generosity.

Xuanxiao smiled and waved his hand: "No trouble. Just some tea leaves, nothing precious."

Hearing this, the three inwardly marveled: "Only this Dao Venerable would dare call a Top-tier Innate Spirit Root nothing precious."

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