After the great calamity came boundless terror. So this was how cruel the Primordial World could be—a battle beyond the heavens between Quasi-Sages could trigger a catastrophe.
To the east of the Primordial World lay a natural formation shaped like a soaring dragon, the place where the Dragon Ancestor had been born. It stretched for tens of thousands of miles, magnificent and imposing.
The Dragon Ancestor's face was dark with anger. His battle with the Phoenix Ancestor had yielded no results, and he had suffered serious injuries. Damage inflicted by the Heaven and Earth Rules was difficult to heal without prolonged cultivation and recuperation. Even more frustrating, the scale-armored tribes had suffered heavy losses, and the Dragon Clan had lost many of its elites. One of the five Dragon Gods, all at the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, had even fallen.
More terrifying still was the fact that so many cultivators in the Primordial World had secretly reached the Quasi-Sage realm and glimpsed the power of the Rules. What a frightening force that was.
Thinking of all this, the Dragon Ancestor roared in exasperation, "Why are there so many profound cultivators in the Primordial World? Nuwa can use a single River Mountains Diagram to hold the Primordial World in place. Then there's Fuxi, Thunder God, and the rest—all of them possess immense divine abilities. What have you been doing for the past million years? You knew nothing about these powerful figures!" His expression twisted with rage as he glared murderously at his clansmen.
The four Dragon Gods seated below him trembled in fear, their faces panicked as they lowered their heads in silence.
The Dragon Ancestor thundered, "Who can tell me how many other powerful figures are still hidden in the Primordial World? How far do we