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

Ao Chen's thoughts turned not to anything else, but to the Heavenly Dao—or rather, Hongjun.

The Dragon Clan bore Karmic Debt; he knew this well. His predecessor had died under the backlash of that very karma, which was why the current him existed.

Yet the Dragon Clan suppressed the Four Seas. Though their Karmic Debt was immense, it shouldn't have been enough to kill them outright from backlash, nor should it have erupted all at once.

After all, in ages past, the Ancestral Dragon had sworn a great vow to eternally guard the Four Seas. If the karma were to burst forth in such a concentrated wave, the old Dragon Clan remnants would have perished long ago, not lingered until today.

Now the East King Duke made his move, and at the same time, the Dragon Clan's ancient ancestors suffered a simultaneous eruption of Karmic Debt. Ao Chen refused to believe this was a coincidence.

It didn't flare up early, nor late—only now, at this very moment, something went wrong. There had to be foul play.

When he linked this to the Dragon Clan's tragic fate in later ages, and the fact that the East King Duke was appointed by Hongjun, he couldn't help but think in that direction.

For now, though, he couldn't determine whether this was a scheme of Hongjun's, or simply the result of Hongjun merging with the Heavenly Dao, causing the Dao to perfect itself and tighten its surveillance over the Primordial Wilderness.

After all, by common logic, the Dragon Clan at this point wasn't worth such elaborate scheming from Hongjun.

After a long silence, Ao Chen shook his head slightly.

"Enough. Thinking about this now is too early. Let's deal with the Immortal Court first."

The East King Duke was a Quasi-Sage in cultivation. Among the breakthrough auras Ao Chen had sensed earlier, the East King Duke was one of them.

Though the East King Duke's ambition to unify the Primordial Wilderness was a pipe dream, his origins were indeed extraordinary—at the very least, they ranked among the top existences in the Primordial Wilderness.

Still, that level of strength meant nothing to Ao Chen now.

At the peak of the Mythical Heavenly Immortal realm, suppressing an ordinary Quasi-Sage was trivial, and the East King Duke was no exception.

Just as Ao Chen was lost in thought, a furious shout rang out from outside.

"Where's Ao Guang? Tell him to roll out here! Why hasn't the Jade Nectar he was ordered to prepare been delivered yet?"

"If the Sovereign Lord blames him, can he bear the consequences?"

The voice was arrogant and overbearing, dripping with impatience and condescension. It pierced straight through the barriers of the Dragon Palace hall, ringing clearly in the ears of Ao Chen and Ao Guang.

Ao Guang's already pale face darkened further. His fists clenched instinctively, his eyes filled with humiliation and rage—but more than anything, helplessness.

"It's the Immortal Court's envoy..." Ao Guang's voice was hoarse as he spoke to Ao Chen.

"The Immortal Court is hosting a banquet. They've come to demand tribute again..."

Ao Chen's expression remained calm, but in his deep, unfathomable eyes, a frozen pool had formed.

He didn't even bother using his divine sense to see who it was. He only asked flatly, "Does this happen often?"

Ao Guang nodded dejectedly. "Ever since the Immortal Court was established, it's been like this. At the slightest displeasure, they scold and insult us. I..."

Before he could finish, the arrogant voice outside rang out again, and footsteps could be heard approaching the hall.

"Ao Guang, are you deaf? Get out here and greet the Immortal Envoy! Do you dare defy the Sovereign Lord's decree? Believe me, I'll tear this shabby Dragon Palace of yours apart!"

The speaker's tone grew even more brazen, as if he held the East Sea Dragon King in utter contempt.

Ao Guang trembled with fury but dared not retaliate.

Just then, Ao Chen, who had been sitting there calmly, suddenly raised his hand.

He didn't even stand, nor did he look toward the hall's entrance. He simply waved his hand through the air in the direction of the voice, as casually as brushing away dust.

No ripples of magical power. No divine radiance. Not even the faintest trace of energy leaked out.

But the moment Ao Chen's palm swept across the void, the arrogant shouts and swaggering footsteps outside the hall ceased abruptly!

It was as if an invisible giant hand had instantly crushed the speaker's throat. As if he had never existed at all, he vanished completely from the world.

Silence!

A deathly silence!

The rampant arrogance that had filled the area outside the hall dissipated into thin air, leaving only Ao Guang's heavy breathing within.

Ao Guang's eyes went wide. He could hardly believe his ears or his senses!

He lurched to his feet, stumbled to the hall's entrance, and looked out—empty!

The Immortal Court Envoy who had been shouting just moments ago, along with his Primordial Unity Golden Immortal aura, had disappeared without a trace! As if he had been utterly erased from this world!

What kind of terrifying technique was this?

Ao Guang whipped his head around, staring at Ao Chen, who still sat there as if nothing had happened, as if he had merely done something trivial. Ao Guang's face was a mask of indescribable shock and horror!

What had he done?

With a mere wave of his hand, he had erased an Immortal Court Envoy? That was at least a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal!

Ao Guang's mind went completely blank, a chaotic mess!

Was this person before him really the same Ao Chen he had known?

Tens of thousands of years ago, Ao Chen's cultivation had only been at the Golden Immortal Peak, and even then, he was plagued by Karmic Debt, struggling just to break through to the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm!

How, after returning now, had his strength become so incomprehensible?

What baffled and horrified him even more was that he had clearly sensed Ao Chen's aura—it was only at the Heavenly Immortal level!

Although that aura was somewhat strange and profound, the fluctuation of his realm was absolutely unmistakable!

A mere Heavenly Immortal's aura, yet he could raise his hand and obliterate at least a Golden Immortal, perhaps even a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal like the Immortal Court Envoy?

How was this possible?

Ao Guang felt as if his entire worldview was collapsing!

In these tens of thousands of years, what exactly had Dao Brother Ao Chen experienced? Why was his aura only that of a Heavenly Immortal, yet his strength so exaggerated?

He stood there dumbfounded, staring at Ao Chen, opening his mouth, but finding he couldn't utter a single question. Only endless shock and confusion remained in his heart.

However, Ao Guang quickly snapped out of it, a jolt running through his mind.

"Hurry, Dao Brother Ao Chen, leave quickly. You killed the Immortal Court Envoy; the East King Duke won't let you off."

"I don't know what means you used, but you are definitely no match for the East King Duke."

"That fellow broke through to Quasi-Sage just a few days ago, reaching a cultivation level on par with Ancestor Azure Dragon. Take advantage of the fact that he's currently at the Purple Cloud Palace listening to lectures and get out of here now."

As he spoke, Ao Guang urgently pushed Ao Chen toward the exit, his expression tense to the extreme.

Ao Chen was taken aback, then subconsciously teased.

"If I leave, what about you?"

Ao Guang's expression was frantic, and he didn't even notice Ao Chen's demeanor.

"There's no time to think about that. I am the East Sea Dragon King; after all, Ancestor Azure Dragon is still around, so they wouldn't dare do anything to me."

"You're different. You're just an ordinary True Dragon. Hurry and go. If all else fails, take refuge in the Dragon Abyss."

"Although the Immortal Court is overbearing, they wouldn't dare intrude into the Dragon Abyss."

Ao Guang was visibly anxious, even going so far as to activate the Dragon Palace's formation to seal off the surrounding aura and prevent news from leaking.

Seeing this, Ao Chen felt a warmth in his heart.

Coming to this world, Ao Guang's actions had undoubtedly improved his impression of the Dragon Clan considerably.

But good as it was, Ao Chen had no intention of leaving.

A mere Quasi-Sage—with his current cultivation at the peak of Mythical Heavenly Immortal, he could suppress one with a flip of his hand, and the East King Duke was no exception.

"Dao Brother Ao Guang, do not worry. The East King Duke is no match for me. You need not fret."

Ao Chen soothed him softly, then released his divine sense, extending it directly toward Yingzhou Immortal Island, preparing to deal with this East King Duke.

Chapter 40: Heading to the Dragon Abyss, the Palpitating East King Duke

Within the main hall of the Dragon Palace, Ao Chen's vast and boundless divine sense had already silently crossed endless distances of time and space, directly enveloping Yingzhou Immortal Island, located deep within the East Sea.

As his divine sense swept over, the sights of the immortal island were fully revealed.

Tight security, dense immortal qi, and various celestial palaces standing in rows—it did have a certain grandeur.

However, at the core of the entire Yingzhou Immortal Island, within the palace belonging to the Island Lord, there was not a trace of the East King Duke's presence.

Although many immortals and gods remained on the island, including no small number of Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, the Island Lord who had just broken through to the Quasi-Sage realm—the East King Duke—was indeed not here.

"It seems what Dao Brother Ao Guang said is true; the East King Duke really did go to the Purple Cloud Palace to hear the Dao."

"Come to think of it, the third lecture at the Purple Cloud Palace should be around this time."

Ao Chen withdrew his divine sense, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Kill the East King Duke at the Purple Cloud Palace?

The moment this thought arose, he extinguished it himself.

The Purple Cloud Palace was a sage's dojo, located deep within the Chaos, protected by the Heavenly Dao, and guarded by the unfathomable Dao Ancestor Hongjun himself.

Let alone that he was currently only at the peak of Mythical Heavenly Immortal—even if he were already a Mythical True Immortal, he would have absolutely no chance of committing murder under a sage's nose.

He was confident that with his current strength, he could suppress an existence like the East King Duke, who had just entered the Quasi-Sage realm, but against a true veteran Quasi-Sage, let alone a sage's true body, he still lacked the capital.

"Forget it," Ao Chen thought to himself.