Mythical Grand Unity, Saints Beg Me Not to Show Off

The so-called Innate Flood Dragon clan does not possess dragon bloodline; rather, they are born from heaven and earth, tracing their origins back to the Chaos Flood Dragon, standing alongside dragons as Innate Beings.

In ancient times, during the dragon clan's heyday, dragons reigned supreme among the scaled, and the Innate Flood Dragons naturally submitted to them.

However, as the dragon clan later declined, these former servants grew unwilling to remain in servitude.

In truth, leaving was no great crime—fine birds choose their trees, and many besides the Innate Flood Dragons parted ways with the dragon clan, such as Sea Shark and Mysterious Snake.

Yet the Innate Flood Dragons differed in one respect: they not only left but turned against the dragon clan, nursing a deep hatred and launching covert acts of revenge.

Some days ago, this Innate Flood Dragon had clashed with the previous owner over this very cave dwelling.

But the previous owner, mindful of their former master-servant bond, had let the matter go. Little did he expect the Flood Dragon to return today.

"Ao Chen, don't get cocky."

"I advise you to see reason. Surrender this cave dwelling now and submit to me, or today you die without a doubt."

The Innate Flood Dragon Jiao Mo wore a smug expression as a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his entire body.

This presence was unmistakably that of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

"You broke through?"

Ao Chen narrowed his eyes, a flicker of surprise passing through them.

He had fought Jiao Mo before, when the other was also at the Golden Immortal peak.

But because his True Dragon Bloodline overpowered the opponent, Ao Chen had prevailed despite the Karmic Debt weighing on the dragon clan.

Who would have thought that in just a few hundred years, the other party had broken through?

"Now you know. Be sensible and surrender at once, or else..."

Jiao Mo's face twisted into a cruel grin as he pressed his Primordial Unity Golden Immortal aura directly toward Ao Chen.

Ao Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, instinctively releasing his Mythical Earth Immortal aura.

But the moment he moved, Jiao Mo was thrown into confusion.

Not because it was too strong—rather, the aura was far too strange.

"Is this... Earth Immortal? No, wait... heavily injured? That's not right either. Who are you? Why is your aura so bizarre?"

Jiao Mo was utterly bewildered by the Mythical Earth Immortal presence.

A Mythical Earth Immortal had lofty aspirations but remained at the Earth Immortal realm in cultivation. At least on the surface, without engaging in combat, it appeared completely different from an ordinary Earth Immortal.

Imagine finally breaking through after great effort, returning to settle an old score, only to find your opponent had suddenly grown so much weaker—the feeling was indescribable.

But Ao Chen in the distance wasn't about to humor him.

Primordial Unity Golden Immortal? If this were his former self, he might have been wary. But now?

"That's right, just an Earth Immortal."

"How about today, I let you experience the power of this humble Earth Immortal?"

Ao Chen chuckled lightly. As his words fell, he simply reached out and struck with a palm.

Chapter Four: A Single Palm Pierces the World Fetus Membrane, and You Call Yourself an Earth Immortal?

This palm strike appeared utterly ordinary—no earth-shattering fluctuations of magical power, no dazzling brilliance of divine abilities, as if he were merely waving a hand.

"Hahaha, I don't know how you ended up as an Earth Immortal, but I'll be sure to 'entertain' you properly."

Jiao Mo laughed in fury at the sight.

He didn't even bother using his full strength, merely gathering a portion of his Primordial Unity Golden Immortal power before him to form a thick Water Curtain Celestial, planning to casually block the attack and then thoroughly torment Ao Chen.

In his mind, even if there was something strange about this mere Earth Immortal, this blow would be enough to shatter him into severe injury.

But the next moment, the cruel grin on Jiao Mo's face froze solid, replaced by boundless shock and terror.

Before his words had even faded, his pupils contracted to pinpricks.

Where Ao Chen's palm passed, the seawater before it was forcibly expelled and vaporized by an invisible force, creating an absolute vacuum channel.

Before the palm force even arrived, the terrifying aura—as if it could crush the heavens and annihilate all things—sent Jiao Mo's soul, that of a newly ascended Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, into maddened trembling.

"No good!"

Jiao Mo's spirit nearly fled in terror. Abandoning all mockery, he frantically poured his entire cultivation into the Water Curtain Celestial before him.

At the same time, his Natal Flood Dragon Scale Armor emerged densely over his body, and he even summoned his Companion Spirit Treasure—a darkly gleaming Sea Covering Trident—to block in front of him.

He pushed the defenses of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal to their absolute limit.

Yet all of this was futile.

Ao Chen's palm finally descended.

Boom.

There was no deafening roar, but rather a soul-shaking, muffled thunder—like the birth of a universe or the return of all things to nothingness.

The Sea Covering Trident let out a pitiful, overburdened wail. Its spiritual light extinguished in an instant as it was sent flying backward, its shaft covered in cracks.

Then, the Water Curtain Celestial, said to withstand the full-force strike of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, melted away like frost under sunlight. Before even a single breath could pass, it was silently and completely "erased" by that palm imbued with the power of the Star River Universe.

Finally, his palm landed solidly on Jiao Mo's prized Natal Flood Dragon Scale Armor.

Crack... crackle...

Cracks like a spiderweb instantly spread across Jiao Mo's entire scale armor. The indestructible Primordial Unity Flood Dragon Body, in that moment, became as fragile as porcelain.

Pfft—

Jiao Mo, as if struck by billions of stars, his massive body shot backward like a cannonball. What sprayed from his mouth was no longer blood, but golden flood dragon blood mixed with fragments of internal organs and essence.

His chest was completely caved in, bones shattered inch by inch, his five viscera and six bowels already reduced to powder. The meridians within his body were utterly destroyed by that violent Stellar Force.

Boom.

His colossal body smashed through countless rocks, plowed a ten-thousand-zhang trench in the seabed, and finally slammed heavily into the distant ocean floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.

But the residual force of Ao Chen's palm strike did not diminish. It continued forward, imprinting itself heavily into the void.

Hum—

The entire East Sea seemed to tremble violently.

The space before Ao Chen, like a shattered mirror, revealed a massive, pitch-black void.

At the edges of the void were countless twisted, broken fragments of space.

And deep within the void, one could faintly see chaotic Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind, violent Chaos Qi Flows, and even fleeting, bizarre sights that did not belong to the Primordial World.

It was as if this single palm strike had truly shaken the walls of the Primordial World, briefly piercing through the legendary World Fetus Membrane.

Though this terrifying spatial rift began to rapidly repair and close under the power of the Primordial World's heavenly laws, the apocalyptic scene had already plunged the barely-surviving Jiao Mo into boundless fear and despair.

"Cough... cough..."

Jiao Mo lay in the deep pit, covered in blood, his breath faint, unable to move even a single finger.

That palm strike had not only destroyed his physical body but had also gravely wounded his Primordial Spirit.

He could feel his life force rapidly slipping away.

He struggled to lift his head, looking at the distant figure standing like a God or Devil, surrounded by starlight, his eyes filled with incomprehensible shock.

"You... are not... an Earth Immortal..."

His broken words were filled with endless regret.

He regretted, regretted why he had come to provoke this baleful star.

He had thought it was an easy catch, but instead, it was a Primordial World behemoth capable of destroying him.

Ao Chen slowly withdrew his palm, his expression calm as he looked at the dying Jiao Mo in the deep pit.

"Only realizing now? Too late."

He flicked his finger, ready to obliterate Jiao Mo.

Seeing this, Jiao Mo immediately shouted.

"You can't kill me, I..."

But before his words could finish, that wisp of golden light had already shot out.

Whoosh.

A highly condensed Stellar Finger Force, like a meteor, cut through the seawater and precisely pierced into the ancestral aperture between Jiao Mo's brows.

The last gleam of life in Jiao Mo's eyes was extinguished. His remaining Primordial Spirit, under the force of this finger strike, was instantly annihilated, reduced to nothing.

A Primordial Unity Golden Immortal of the Innate Flood Dragon Clan had thus perished completely, body and soul. Not even a chance at reincarnation was left.

"Hm? What did he just say?"

Ao Chen frowned slightly. He had struck too fast and hadn't been able to hold back, so he hadn't even heard Jiao Mo's last words clearly.

After a moment, Ao Chen shook his head slightly.

"Forget it. Whatever he said is useless. He was just an Innate Flood Dragon after all. Killing him is no big deal."