I Once Discussed the Dao with Yin-Yang, We're Sort of Friends. From Now On, I Guarantee He Won't Bother You Again.

Southern Region, Immortal Volcano.

Long Zang rode A Bao back to the volcano, and Yuan Huang spoke softly, her tone carrying a hint of reproach: "You still remember to come back?"

Long Zang smiled. "I've been in seclusion within Chaos for too long. I just returned. This is my mount, A Bao."

Yuan Huang glanced at A Bao, a flicker of light passing through her eyes.

She recognized at a glance that this was a Primordial anomaly with extraordinary potential.

A Bao bowed clumsily. "Greetings, Madam."

Yuan Huang nodded slightly.

Long Zang instructed, "Go play on your own, but be careful."

"Understood, Master." A Bao scampered off, filled with curiosity about everything in the Immortal Volcano.

After all, since gaining consciousness, he had been trapped within the Innate Yin-Yang Array, and only now had he truly set foot in the Primordial World.

Long Zang wrapped an arm around Yuan Huang's waist and returned to the palace.

Yuan Huang asked, "Now that Ancestor Dragon and First Kirin have both broken through, how should we respond?"

Long Zang said in a low voice, "Prepare for war."

Yuan Huang sighed. "Is there no escape after all? I have long lost the desire to contend for supremacy in the Primordial World. I only wish to guard this corner of the Southern Region."

But she also understood that if Ancestor Dragon and First Kirin sought to dominate, the Phoenix Clan would always be an obstacle they could not bypass.

Even if she were willing to submit, they would never feel at ease.

Two Sublime Saint clans—who could tolerate such a threat lurking at their side?

Long Zang nodded. "Arrange for the clan's elites and promising juniors. Losses must be minimized."

After a moment of thought, Yuan Huang asked, "Could we ally with Shen Ni?"

Long Zang was startled, then his gaze darkened.

The Ferocious Beast Clan had lain dormant since their defeat in the last era, and Shen Ni had never shown himself. Long Zang had nearly forgotten his existence.

"If we can ally with Shen Ni, it would count as some help," Long Zang said slowly. "But the Ferocious Beasts suffer Karma backlash. Their situation is unclear."

Yuan Huang was resolute. "We must try. I have no desire to contend for supremacy, but since war is unavoidable, at least I must fight for a chance for my clan to survive."

Long Zang nodded but warned, "Be wary of the Western Region. That is Luohu's territory."

Yuan Huang's expression tightened. She had never forgotten what Long Zang once said—that Luohu was the deepest hidden hand in the Primordial World.

Long Zang said, "Luohu's forces have always been in the Western Region, but no one has noticed. And don't forget those Phoenix clansmen who were corrupted."

Yuan Huang's heart trembled, and her face gradually grew grave.

Long Zang said coldly, "Luohu has been a Sublime Saint for a very long time."

Yuan Huang took a deep breath. If that were true, the Dragon Clan and the Kirin Clan would inevitably face a great calamity.

Meanwhile, Endless Sea.

Ancestor Dragon gazed toward the Eastern and Northern Regions and said coldly, "It's time to end this."

Countless Dragon Clan armies gathered, surging like a tidal wave.

No one expected that Ancestor Dragon, having just broken through to Sublime Saint, would be so eager to launch his forces.

His target was not the Phoenix, nor the Kirin, but the alliance of Yin Yang and Qiankun.

Among all the dominant powers, they alone had no Sublime Saint to lead them, making them the weakest.

How could Ancestor Dragon let such an opportunity slip?

Calamity Qi filled heaven and earth, and the aura of slaughter swept across the Primordial World.

This time, the true Dragon-Phoenix Immeasurable Calamity had begun.

The earlier conflicts were merely skirmishes; now, blood and fire truly ignited.

On the battlefield, corpses of Gods and Devils lay strewn across the land, rivers of blood flowing.

Ancestor Dragon's figure descended, his draconic might vast and overwhelming, and he coldly spat out a single word:

"Annihilate!"

He raised a finger and pointed. The heavens shattered, and the Star River turned to dust.

Ancestor Yin Yang's body instantly burst apart, blood mist spreading across the nine heavens!

Ancestor Dragon's dominance was displayed in full force in that moment.

Without a hint of hesitation, he pointed once more, and Space-Time was instantly obliterated. Divine might surged through all worlds, pressing down until the very sky trembled.

The Yin Yang Two Qi were instantly ground to nothing, the Taiji Diagram spinning wildly high in the heavens.

Ancestor Yin Yang's figure reformed, but his expression was already unspeakably grim.

He was an extremely proud man by nature, always looking down on Ancestor Dragon, Yuan Huang, First Kirin, and the so-called "Three Innate Races" from the depths of his heart.

In his eyes, those scale-and-feather-bearing beings were no different from the savage beasts of the previous era, far inferior to them—the Innate Demon Gods born from sensing the Great Dao.

This arrogance was almost a common flaw among the Innate Demon Gods, much like Yuanshi Tianzun in later ages... eyes fixed on the heavens above!

"Surrender, submit to me, and I will spare your life."

Ancestor Dragon's voice resounded through heaven and earth, overbearing and unrivaled, supremely self-willed, paying no heed to Ancestor Yin Yang's livid face.

"Ancestor Dragon!!!"

Flames nearly spewed from Ancestor Yin Yang's eyes, his rage burning through the Nine Heavens.

For him to bow his head and admit defeat? Absurd!

And to Ancestor Dragon, of all beings... one he had always despised!

"Dream on!!!"

His roar shook the four poles, Ancestor Yin Yang's dignity thoroughly ignited.

Ancestor Dragon's gaze turned cold: "Then die!"

A flicker in his eyes, killing intent surging like a tide.

Since the other refused to submit, he would never nurse a viper in his bosom.

"Eight Desolations Annihilation!!"

Ancestor Dragon extended his dragon claw, billions of Dao Principles flowing, Destruction's divine light shrouding heaven and earth.

The colossal dragon claw descended, Star River shattered, billions of worlds ceaselessly born and destroyed, an aura of slaughter boundless!

Just then, a fluctuation from the Heavenly Dao suddenly descended.

"Heavenly Punishment Tribulation Light!"

A cold voice rang out, the First Heaven appearing in the void, tribulation light like an ocean sweeping across heaven and earth.

Ancestor Dragon only sneered: "You are not worthy!"

His dragon eyes blazed with eternal radiance, Divine Power boundless, the dragon claw still pressing down.

Ancestor Yin Yang roared: "Yin-Yang Chaos!!"

Endless Two Qi poured back into the sky, Space-Time reversed, Years thrown into disorder, the entire universe seeming to move in reverse.

But the next moment...

The dragon claw crashed down!

Ancestor Yin Yang's body exploded on the spot, blood mist staining the Nine Heavens red, even the First Heaven collapsing along with him.

Ancestor Qian Kun, witnessing this from afar, sighed inwardly.

"The gap between a Supreme Expert and a Sublime Saint... is this vast."

The scales in his heart had completely tipped toward Ancestor Dragon.

Ancestor Dragon took a step forward, ten thousand Daos vibrating in unison, the power of Return to Ruins erupting.

"Perish!!!"

His killing intent was like an ocean, nearly grinding the origins of Ancestor Yin Yang and the First Heaven into nothing.

"No! I am eternal and imperishable!!!"

Ancestor Yin Yang roared unwillingly, the Two Qi reforming, his body attempting to reconstitute.

Ancestor Dragon snorted coldly: "An ant dares to cry out against heaven?"

A single sound shattered the universe, and Ancestor Yin Yang's newly reformed body collapsed once more.

"The departed shall sink into oblivion; your fate is eternal damnation!"

Demonic notes resounded, resonating through all worlds, a forbidden divine ability erupted, boundless slaughter sweeping through the heavens.

The origins of Ancestor Yin Yang and the First Heaven gradually decayed within the demonic notes, as if truly about to sink into nothingness.

In the Western Region, Luohu watched this scene silently, his gaze flickering.

Should he intervene?

Though Ancestor Yin Yang and the First Heaven had their uses, they were far inferior to Ancestor Dragon.

If he openly antagonized Ancestor Dragon now, the loss would outweigh the gain.

He pondered for a moment, and ultimately chose to stand by and do nothing.

"Daoist friend Hongjun, save me!!!"

Yin-Yang's voice rang out, laced with terror.

On Jade Capital Mountain, Hongjun opened his eyes and let out a soft sigh: "Ah..."

The next moment, his figure appeared in the void.

"Daoist friend Ancestor Dragon, could you, for my sake, spare him this once?"

Ancestor Dragon's draconic pupils narrowed: "Hongjun, you want to save him?"

Hongjun nodded, his tone calm: "I once discussed the Dao with Yin-Yang; he counts as a friend. From now on, I guarantee he will not interfere with you again."

Ancestor Dragon sank into thought.

If he agreed, he would owe Hongjun a favor; if he refused, he would immediately sour relations with Hongjun.

Though Hongjun kept a low profile, he was still a Sublime Saint—no need to make an enemy of such an opponent.

After a moment, Ancestor Dragon spoke in a deep voice: "Fine, I'll grant you this face this once."

Hongjun smiled: "Thank you. Consider this a karmic debt I owe you."

Ancestor Dragon nodded, and his figure vanished into the void.