Primordial Wilderness: Mythical Grand Unity, Saints Beg Me Not to Show Off

Severing Three Corpses to attain sainthood ultimately relies on external objects, bound by the Primordial Violet Qi and the Heavenly Dao—it is not the true, unrestrained freedom and ease he seeks.

His Mythical Grand Unity Method, though arduous, points directly to the source of the Great Dao, with limitless potential! Once accomplished, it would be true transcendence!

Yet, just as his thoughts cleared and he prepared to rise and leave his seclusion, for no discernible reason, an extremely faint yet inescapable, inexplicable unease quietly settled over his heart.

It was not a warning of danger, nor a sign from the Heavenly Mechanism, but more like a vague... disquiet from the depths of the unknown?

As if something closely tied to him was about to happen, or was already happening, yet he could not grasp it.

"Hm?"

Ao Chen's brow furrowed deeper.

He was now at the peak of Mythical Heavenly Immortal Perfection; his Primordial Spirit was immensely powerful and keen, and his Dao Heart was unshakable, long unmoved by external things.

This sudden restlessness was no coincidence.

Without any hesitation, Ao Chen immediately focused his mind and began to trace the source.

With his current strength, it took but an instant for him to understand everything clearly.

The next moment, Ao Chen's expression turned cold.

"Fine, fine, fine. A mere Immortal Court, a petty East King Duke—do you truly think that with Hongjun's decree, you can do as you please?"

Ao Chen sneered, slowly rising to his feet, his eyes filled with icy light.

The next moment, Ao Chen vanished from his seclusion site.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Bidding Farewell to the Wu Clan, Returning to the East Sea; The Dragon Palace's Bleak Tidings

Outside the Pangu Temple, the figures of Space Ancestor Witch Dijiang and Time Ancestor Witch Zhu Jiuyin stood silently.

Suddenly, both sensed something simultaneously and turned their gazes toward the area ahead, shrouded by an invisible force.

The space rippled faintly, and a tall, straight figure emerged from within, his aura harmonious and restrained, having returned to simplicity. It was Ao Chen, his cultivation complete, having reached Mythical Heavenly Immortal Perfection.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on your great advancement in cultivation!" Dijiang's hearty voice rang out as he and Zhu Jiuyin stepped forward to greet him.

Zhu Jiuyin, his dragon eyes carrying the vicissitudes of time, carefully examined Ao Chen and gave a slight nod.

"Your aura grows ever deeper, fellow Daoist. The Great Dao is complete; the higher realm is likely not far off."

"I merely gained some insights by chance. I must thank you both for guarding my seclusion." Ao Chen clasped his hands in gratitude.

"This seclusion has been long; it is time for me to leave."

After brief pleasantries and farewells, Ao Chen did not linger. He bowed once more to the two Ancestor Witches, then transformed into a streak of light, vanishing from the Buzhou Mountain region in an instant.

Watching Ao Chen's retreating figure, Dijiang's eyes flickered with a complex emotion as he murmured, "I truly hope this fellow Daoist Ao Chen and our Wu Clan can remain neighbors forever."

Ao Chen was unaware of Dijiang's hopes. He sped eastward with extreme haste.

With his peak Mythical Heavenly Immortal cultivation and mastery of Space Law, he could arrive at any place with a mere thought.

The reason for his urgency was the anger stirred by the divination he had performed deep within the Pangu Temple. The newly established East Sea Immortal Court, driven by East King Duke's ever-growing ambition, had set its greedy eyes on the former overlord—the Dragon Clan, now weakened by Karmic Debt.

Proclaiming himself the Head of Male Immortals and armed with the Dao Ancestor's decree, East King Duke sought to truly unify the myriad immortals of the Four Seas and establish an unparalleled legacy. Naturally, he needed a target of sufficient weight yet relatively weak to make an example.

Unfortunately, the fallen Dragon Clan became the perfect object in his eyes.

Relying on Hongjun's prestige, the Immortal Court gathered a host of immortals who had returned from the Purple Cloud Palace lectures with greatly enhanced strength, launching a full-scale suppression of the East Sea Dragon Clan.

They forcibly occupied many of the Dragon Clan's rich immortal islands and spirit veins, and their methods grew increasingly brutal.

Rumors even spread that the Immortal Court was capturing and slaughtering impure-blooded lesser dragons and flood dragons on a large scale, intending to use their flesh as delicacies for the Immortal Court Establishment Ceremony, thereby flaunting the court's might and contempt for the Dragon Clan!

Though these lesser dragons and flood dragons were not pure-blooded true dragons, they were still members of the Dragon Clan!

The Immortal Court's actions were tantamount to grinding the Dragon Clan's face into the dirt!

Meanwhile, the favored old subordinates and scattered immortals under the Immortal Court, emboldened by their master's power, bullied the East Sea Dragon Clan in every conceivable way, their arrogance reaching the heavens.

According to his calculations, even the current East Sea Dragon King, Ao Guang, had been publicly berated by envoys sent by the Immortal Court, forced to hand over the Dragon Palace's treasures, enduring immense humiliation!

Though Ao Chen had transcended the shackles of bloodline through his own Great Dao, becoming a source unto himself, the ties of cause and effect were not so easily severed.

The previous owner of this body, Ao Chen, had struggled at the lowest rungs of the Dragon Palace and had received secret aid and care from Ao Guang, then still the Crown Prince, on several occasions.

This bond, this karmic connection, like an invisible thread, had long linked him to Ao Guang, now trapped in adversity.

This was the root of his unease and his haste to return to the East Sea. A friend in need could not be ignored.

As his thoughts raced, the vast, boundless East Sea came into view.

Yet, when Ao Chen's figure truly appeared before the familiar Crystal Dragon Palace, the sight before him made his brow tighten and his heart sink.

The once majestic, resplendent, and treasure-glowing Crystal Dragon Palace was now shrouded in an indescribable bleakness and oppression.

The Four Seas Grand Formation guarding the palace flickered dimly, clearly lacking energy;

the patrolling Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals had drastically dwindled in number, each bearing wounds, their eyes filled with fear and numbness.

The enormous plaque of the Dragon Palace still bore several shocking claw marks and traces of magical erosion.

The entire East Sea Dragon Palace was steeped in a desperate atmosphere of instability and imminent collapse.

"The situation is far worse than I imagined!"

Ao Chen's anger grew within him. He suppressed his aura, silently passed through the grand formation, and descended directly into the main hall of the Dragon Palace.

Inside the main hall, it was eerily desolate.

The current East Sea Dragon King, Ao Guang, once a spirited Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, now appeared haggard, as if all his vitality had been drained away.

"Dao Brother Ao Guang." Ao Chen's figure materialized silently.

"Hm? Who... Brother Ao Chen?"

Ao Guang shuddered violently. He looked up abruptly, and upon seeing Ao Chen, a flicker of incredulous joy first flashed in his eyes.

But then, as he instinctively sensed Ao Chen's aura, he found it elusive and indistinct, as if it were merely that of an Immortal. He was immediately shocked.

"Brother! How did you become an Immortal?"

"Forget it, that's not important now. You must leave quickly, get out of the East Sea. This place is no longer safe!"

He anxiously tried to rise, but Ao Chen gently pressed him down.

"Dao Brother, do not be agitated."

Ao Chen's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable force.

"Tell me, what exactly happened to the Dragon Palace? How did it come to this state?"

Ao Guang looked into Ao Chen's eerily calm eyes, and all his worry and panic seemed to be soothed away.

He slumped back down, let out a long sigh, and in a hoarse voice, poured out the Immortal Court's deeds one by one, his words filled with a deep sense of helplessness.

Although he had already foreseen these events, after hearing Ao Guang's account, Ao Chen's expression grew increasingly cold, and a fierce murderous intent gleamed in his eyes.

"The Immortal Court! East King Duke! How dare they!" His voice was icy.

"Dao Brother Ao Guang, how profound is the foundation of My Dragon Clan?"

"Within the Four Seas, how many reclusive elders must there be? There must still be existences at the Great Luo, or even the Golden Immortal of the Origin (Quasi-Sage) level!"

"Are they just going to stand by and watch the Dragon Clan be bullied like this, unmoved?"

He knew those old dragons were plagued by Karmic Debt and reluctant to easily incur karma, but now the clan faced extinction. Why would they still not show themselves?

Hearing Ao Chen's accusation, the last shred of hope in Ao Guang's face was utterly extinguished, transforming into boundless despair and pain. His lips trembled violently, as if the words he was about to speak weighed a thousand pounds.

"The elders..."

"Alas... just a few days ago, in the Dragon Abyss, all the elders, at almost the same moment, suffered an unprecedented backlash of Karmic Debt!"

"Now, they cannot even save themselves! Even Ancestor Candle Dragon has sealed himself away. If not for Ancestor Azure Dragon manifesting a special incarnation to mediate, the Immortal Court would have already come knocking at our door."

"But Ancestor Azure Dragon also said he cannot hold out for long. He will likely have to go into seclusion soon, or else his life will also be in danger. Next, he will try to negotiate with the Immortal Court to secure some breathing room."

After speaking, Ao Guang's face showed an unimaginable helplessness and grief.

The esteemed Dragon Clan, once the overlords of the Primordial Wilderness, now had to grovel just to catch their breath. This pained Ao Guang, the East Sea Dragon King, to the extreme.

"A backlash of Karmic Debt? Even Ancestor Candle Dragon is in trouble?"

Ao Chen was stunned, then immediately furrowed his brow.

"That shouldn't be."

Ao Chen frowned deeply. He felt something was off about this.

With this thought, he suddenly had an idea and looked up into the void.

"Could it be..."

Chapter 39: Raising a Hand to Wipe Away the Immortal Court's Envoy, Ao Guang's Shock