Ao Guang was delighted when Dijun sent Ji Meng with him to the East Sea Dragon Clan to take charge.
For one thing, Ji Meng was one of the Demon Race's Ten Great Demon Saints, a Quasi-Saint of immense strength.
If the Purple Mansion Immortal Court still thought it could overwhelm the Four Seas Dragon Clan with nothing but Great Principle Golden Immortals, they'd be sure to meet their doom.
For another, Ji Meng had originally been a member of the Dragon Clan. Deep down, he still felt some attachment to them.
Having Ji Meng accompany him to keep watch would also spare him a great deal of suspicion.
"Thank you, Yao Emperor!"
After a moment's thought, Ao Guang hurriedly bowed to Dijun.
He considered Qin Mu's suggestion and realized it really would work.
With the Demon Race protecting them, the Dragon Clan no longer had to fear the Purple Mansion Immortal Court as much.
After that, Ao Guang didn't linger. He returned to the East Sea Dragon Clan with Ji Meng accompanying him.
Time slipped by.
In the blink of an eye, five hundred years passed.
To the Primordial Wilderness's living beings, that was no more than the time it took to flick a finger.
Yet during that time, the aura of the Tribulation of Calamity in the Primordial World grew increasingly intense.
Even some Quasi-Saint powerhouses felt uneasy and chose to go into seclusion, hoping to avoid the calamity.
On Three Immortal Island in the East Sea.
Bixiao was obediently massaging Qin Mu's legs.
Qin Mu rested with his eyes closed, perfectly at ease.
Suddenly, the system's notification sounded in his mind:
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[ Congratulations, Master! You have received a Small Red Packet! ]
[ You have accumulated 100 Small Red Packets. They