Could Second Uncle be hinting that I should major in heads later?

In the heavens above, the Ancestral Dragon fought alone against Yuan Feng and Shi Qilin.

Though the gap in their strength was not vast, a closer comparison revealed that the Ancestral Dragon's power still edged slightly ahead of Yuan Feng and Shi Qilin.

Moreover, the Ancestral Dragon's domineering and arrogant nature, along with his flamboyant style, naturally made him the primary target of their joint assault.

Yet, this so-called alliance between Yuan Feng and Shi Qilin was neither sincere nor unreserved.

Deep in their hearts, each harbored their own schemes, plotting against the other.

They knew well that if an opportunity arose to land a fatal blow on the other or to severely wound the Ancestral Dragon, they would not hesitate to strike.

It was precisely because of this that both sides remained constantly on guard against each other, unwilling to go all out. This was why the Ancestral Dragon had managed to hold out in this siege until now; otherwise, he would have long been subdued by the two.

"Ancestral Dragon, you may be formidable, but now that I stand with Shi Qilin, you are alone and no match for us!" Yuan Feng let out a sharp cry, spitting out a blazing mass of Phoenix True Fire.

This Phoenix True Fire was the most supreme flame in the Primordial World, its temperature and power terrifying beyond measure.

The flame coalesced into form, taking shape as a roaring phantom of a phoenix.

Wherever this phantom passed, space seemed to be sliced by a searing blade, instantly leaving behind pitch-black cracks that exuded a chilling aura.

"Hmph, enough chatter!" The Ancestral Dragon snorted coldly at Yuan Feng's words.

Still, he knew well the might of the Phoenix True Fire and chose not to meet it head-on. Instead, he flickered his form, attempting to dodge to the side.

But how could Shi Qilin let the Ancestral Dragon have his way so easily?

In an instant, a brilliant light blazed in the void, and a golden Kirin Seal materialized out of thin air.

On the Kirin Seal, faint mountain shadows flickered, as if containing boundless power. It shook space until it was riddled with cracks like a spiderweb, hurtling toward the Ancestral Dragon with the overwhelming force to split mountains and shatter peaks.

The Ancestral Dragon reacted swiftly, his Dragon Tail sweeping out like a massive steel whip.

The scales on his tail shimmered with mysterious light, and bolts of lightning power burst forth, like sharp swords that instantly shattered the mountain shadows.

Under the impact of this immense force, Shi Qilin couldn't help but stagger, stumbling back.

But it was precisely because of Shi Qilin's interference that the Ancestral Dragon had no chance to evade Yuan Feng's Phoenix True Fire.

Facing the phoenix phantom now right before him, the Ancestral Dragon showed no sign of panic. Slowly opening his massive maw, the Ancestral Dragon Pearl flew out, hovering above his head.

On the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, nine lifelike dragon shadows coiled around it, constantly breathing out Mysterious Yellow Qi—a spectacle of grand proportions.

With the appearance of the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, an endless torrent of water-element power surged forth, instantly forming a water curtain a thousand zhang high.

This water curtain, like an indestructible shield, radiated a gentle yet formidable force.

When the phoenix phantom struck the water curtain, it seemed to meet its natural nemesis. The two clashed fiercely in the void.

Where water and fire met, a hair-raising sizzling sound echoed, as if space itself groaned in agony.

The two mighty forces tore and collided, light blazing, until the phoenix phantom gradually succumbed to the unending water-element power, was dispersed by the curtain, and dissolved into scattered sparks that vanished into the void.

The Ancestral Dragon was no mere defender. Even at a disadvantage, besieged by two foes, he would not sit idly by.

His blood-red vertical pupils suddenly dilated, tearing through space like twin blades.

His Dragon Tail swept with force, and wherever it passed, space shattered like broken glass, emitting crisp cracking sounds.

At the same time, the Ancestral Dragon extended a massive Dragon Claw, its surface gleaming with light as if brimming with endless power.

The claw tore straight through space, lunging viciously at Shi Qilin's head.

Caught off guard, Shi Qilin had no time to dodge and was sent flying by the Ancestral Dragon's fierce strike, tumbling several times through the air before regaining his balance.

Not one to relent, the Ancestral Dragon sent the Ancestral Dragon Pearl hurtling toward Yuan Feng.

This Ancestral Dragon Pearl was no ordinary treasure. Originally a Supreme Grade Innate Spirit Treasure, nourished by countless ages and blessed by the Dragon Clan's fortune, its power now surpassed even that of an ordinary Innate Supreme Treasure.

Where the Ancestral Dragon Pearl passed, Dragon Might surged, warping time and space as if crushed under its force.

Seeing the pearl flying toward her, Yuan Feng dared not be careless. She quickly summoned her own treasure—the Li Di Yan Guang Qi.

This Li Di Yan Guang Qi was also a Supreme Grade Innate Spirit Treasure, radiating dazzling light upon its appearance.

The two treasures clashed violently in the void, producing a deafening roar that seemed ready to overturn the entire heavens.

Under the tearing force of these two immense powers, the void could no longer bear it. It shattered inch by inch, revealing the pitch-black, abyssal chaos.

Within that abyss, a mysterious and dangerous aura permeated the air. Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, if careless, could suffer severe injury.

This was why the Ancestral Dragon and the other two had chosen to fight in the heavens above.

Had they waged such a fierce battle directly on the Primordial World's land, the destruction would have been catastrophic—something none of them wished to see.

Now, the Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin continued their relentless battle in the heavens, trading blows without yielding, the intensity undiminished.

Not far from the heavens, in the void, Xuanxiao stood like a kindergarten headmaster, leading a large group as they quietly observed the chaotic and brutal state of the Primordial World.

"Seeing the Primordial World as it is now, what are your thoughts?" Xuanxiao turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd behind him, and asked softly.

At Xuanxiao's words, the Three Pure Ones and the others fell into deep thought.

They understood that Xuanxiao was testing them, hoping they would gain insight and reflection from observing the current situation.

Yet, among this group, there were always one or two "slow learners" whose minds didn't turn so quickly.

The prime examples here were Zhurong and Gonggong among the Ancestral Witches.

Although the Ancestral Witches generally weren't the sharpest tools in the shed, over the years, under Xuanxiao's "loving (beatings)" education, they had made at least some progress.

At the very least, they now knew to think before they spoke, to mull things over before opening their mouths.

But Zhurong and Gonggong were the true "geniuses" among the Ancestral Witches—even after all these years of Xuanxiao's lessons, they remained as thick-headed as ever, with zero improvement.

To make matters worse, the two of them had absolutely no self-awareness about it.

Just as everyone was deep in thought, Zhurong suddenly blurted out, "I know, I know! I think the Primordial Wilderness is great now—there's food everywhere, more than we can ever eat!" As he spoke, his eyes lit up, staring at the corpses of living beings on the battlefield below, and he couldn't help swallowing.

Gonggong, as Zhurong's rival, actually nodded heavily in rare agreement with his words upon hearing them.

"All you think about is eating! Can't you ever think about something meaningful?" Xuanxiao, losing his patience at Zhurong's words, didn't hold back and smashed a fist directly onto Zhurong's head.

"Ah!" Zhurong let out a miserable scream, and a huge lump instantly swelled up on his head, looking utterly ridiculous.

Gonggong, who had just been nodding along with Zhurong, saw the prominent lump on his head and couldn't help shuddering, saying with lingering fear, "Whew, good thing Zhurong was the one who spoke first, or that fist would've landed on my skull." Thinking this, he let out a foolish chuckle, as if he'd survived a disaster.

But Gonggong was clearly celebrating too early.

Hearing his chuckle, Xuanxiao didn't say a word and promptly gave Gonggong's head a punch too, grumbling, "Laugh, laugh, laugh—I told you to think about the problem, and here you are giggling like an idiot for no reason?"

Gonggong rubbed the lump on his head in grievance, only to find it was noticeably bigger than Zhurong's. He muttered to himself, "Why do I feel like Second Uncle has a soft spot for my head? Every time he hits me, it's harder than when he hits the other brothers. Could it be that Second Uncle is secretly guiding me, telling me to train my brain more in the future?"

"And honestly, Gonggong's head really lives up to its reputation as the one that could knock down Buzhou Mountain—it rings louder than anyone else's when you hit it," Xuanxiao thought as he looked at Gonggong's head.

At that moment, the Three Pure Ones and the others, seeing the miserable state Zhurong and Gonggong had ended up in, didn't dare speak carelessly.

They all lowered their heads, racking their brains to ponder the deeper meaning behind Xuanxiao's question.