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

"Furthermore, though you do not admit it, the blood flowing through your veins is ultimately that of our Dragon Clan—this is an unchangeable fact."

"This dragon pearl is the Ancestral Dragon's Legacy, and for you to inherit it is perfectly justified and reasonable. Perhaps this is also the will of the Ancestral Dragon guiding us from the shadows."

"Finally, and most importantly..." The Candle Dragon's voice carried a hint of awe and anticipation, as if a faint flame had ignited within His dim, yellow dragon eyes.

"Though I do not know what earth-shattering method you cultivate, I can clearly sense the aura around you—one that transcends all things, stands outside time and space, and even faintly looms above the Heavenly Dao..."

"How similar it is to the state my brother, the Ancestral Dragon, revealed when he once pursued the ultimate path of transcendence! And you even surpass it!"

"This Ancestral Dragon Pearl contains the Ancestral Dragon's lifelong exploration and insights into the path of transcendence, along with a lingering imprint of His immortal dragon soul!"

"Perhaps it will play a crucial role in your future path! Across the entire Primordial Wilderness, I fear no one is more suited to inherit this pearl than you!"

"In our hands, this treasure is merely a pearl cast into darkness. Only in yours can it regain its former brilliance, or even surpass it!"

"Speaking of which, we old relics cling to life but cannot shield our juniors. Now all we can offer are mere trinkets—truly shameful."

Every word from the Candle Dragon struck Ao Chen's heart like a great bell or drum, shaking his very soul!

Ao Chen fell silent. He could feel the sincerity, the resolve, and the heavy expectation in the Candle Dragon's words.

Indeed, given the significance of the Myriad Calamities Furnace Body to the Dragon Clan, no repayment was too great. And as a dragon himself, inheriting the Ancestral Dragon's Legacy was beyond reproach.

What moved him most was the Candle Dragon's final statement!

The Ancestral Dragon Pearl actually contained the Ancestral Dragon's exploration and insights into the path of transcendence? And an immortal dragon soul imprint?

For perfecting his Mythical Grand Unity Method and breaking through to higher realms, this was an unimaginably immense opportunity!

And...

Ao Chen's mind stirred again. He extended his divine sense deeper into the floating, seven-colored dragon pearl.

This time, he felt it even more clearly: emanating from within the pearl, besides the vast Dragon Clan origin power and profound Dao rhythm, there was a faint yet indomitable aura—one that seemed eternal, uneroding, undying—an immortal aura!

This aura resembled the Innate Undying Spiritual Light he had sensed while comprehending the Kunwu Sword, yet it was purer, more fundamental, and more powerful, as if it contained some unique rhythm of life!

This... this was a supreme Dao foundation tailor-made for him to break through to the Mythical True Immortal Realm's "Immortal Body, Indestructible Primordial Spirit"!

If he could fully comprehend and absorb it, the bottleneck to becoming a Mythical True Immortal might dissolve, and condensing the Three-Life Body would be within reach!

Though the Mythical Grand Unity Method was lofty, it was limited by resources. He could grind away slowly with time and patience, waiting for the day of transcendence. But if he could save time, why would Ao Chen refuse?

All doubts, all refusals, were utterly replaced in that moment by immense temptation and a thirst for the Great Dao!

Ao Chen took a deep breath, ceased his pretense, and bowed solemnly to the Candle Dragon once more, his voice carrying unprecedented gravity and a promise:

"Since Dragon Mother and all the elders favor me so, Ao Chen will not decline!"

"I will remember the Dragon Clan's grace! If I achieve anything in the future, I will not forget this day's kindness! Should the Dragon Clan face calamity, Ao Chen will not stand idly by!"

Without further hesitation, he carefully extended both hands and gently cradled the Ancestral Dragon Pearl—heavy as if bearing the rise and fall of an era and its fortune—into his palms!

The moment the pearl touched his hands, an indescribable warmth and vast power surged through his entire body, resonating even more intensely with the Star River Universe within him!

It felt like blood calling to blood, origin attracting origin! He could even sense that the slumbering immortal dragon soul imprint within the pearl seemed to radiate a hint of goodwill toward him!

With this pearl in hand, combined with the already perfected Origin Scripture · True Immortal Chapter, he was confident he could cultivate to the Mythical True Immortal Realm within a hundred thousand years—a promise well worth the value.

And the Candle Dragon wasn't wrong. Whether he admitted it or not, his dragon identity was inalienable. His past life was ultimately a dragon, and this karmic debt existed regardless.

He might ignore it, but later—or when cultivating to higher realms—he couldn't guarantee it wouldn't affect him. After all, the Mythical Method was too ethereal, and even as its creator, he couldn't fully control it.

"Good!"

The Candle Dragon, seeing Ao Chen finally accept the pearl, revealed a genuine smile on His aged dragon face, as if shedding a burden of eons. Even the black karmic energy around Him seemed to thin slightly.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries. Ao Chen shared his insights on the Dragon Clan, and the Candle Dragon reiterated that whenever Ao Chen needed anything, he could ask Ao Guang—any treasure the Dragon Clan possessed was his for the taking.

Then, the Candle Dragon waved His claw again, and the strange temporal scenery around them receded like a tide.

Light and shadow shifted. Ao Chen and the Candle Dragon reappeared in the deep, vast cavern of Dragon Abyss.

Ao Chen looked up and saw the Azure Dragon, the Candle Dragon, and the other Dragon Clan Elders still immersed in the pain and hope of cultivating the Myriad Calamities Furnace Body, utterly unaware of the secret conversation in another dimension.

The Candle Dragon gave Ao Chen a slight nod, then closed His eyes—filled with the vicissitudes of endless ages—and began cultivating the Myriad Calamities Furnace Body as well.

She too had suffered karmic backlash in the past, even more than those Dragon Clan Elders. But with her immense power, she had barely held on until now.

Having obtained this boundless method, she naturally wouldn't slack off. After all, no one wants to die, and no one is willing to sink into oblivion—the Candle Dragon was no exception.

Seeing this, Ao Chen didn't disturb them further. Holding the warm Ancestral Dragon Pearl, feeling its vast origin power and that trace of immortal Dao rhythm, his heart surged with excitement he could barely contain.

"The karmic weight here is heavy, but it also best stimulates the effects of the Myriad Calamities Furnace Body—perfect for their cultivation," Ao Chen mused.

"As for me, I should find a quiet place to thoroughly comprehend the mysteries of this Ancestral Dragon Pearl and make my final preparations to break through to the Mythical True Immortal Realm."

With that decided, Ao Chen gave a slight bow toward the secluded elders, as a farewell, then blurred his form and silently departed from this last refuge of the Dragon Clan.

But no sooner had he emerged from the depths of Dragon Abyss, before he could find a secluded spot—

Boom!

A violent surge of energy erupted from the outside world, followed by a frantic figure rushing into his sight—none other than East Sea Dragon King Ao Guang!

Ao Guang's face was even paler than before, his eyes filled with barely concealed panic and terror, as if the sky itself were falling.

"Ao Chen, brother! Trouble! The Immortal Court has sent someone again!"

Ao Guang's voice trembled, clearly shaken to the core—so much so that he didn't even care about barging into Ao Chen's seclusion.

Ao Chen raised an eyebrow, put away the dragon pearl, and stood up. "Oh? The Immortal Court sent someone again? For what purpose?"

"They've come to demand an accounting!" Ao Guang said urgently, his expression grave.

"Their leader is a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Immortal Court, named Star Lord Chang Geng, accompanied by several Primordial Unity Golden Immortals!"

"They claim that the envoy they sent earlier vanished without a trace within My Dragon Clan's territory, and they suspect my clan was behind it! They want me to give an explanation!"

"But..." Ao Guang paused, his face twisting with deep confusion.

"Strangely enough, though that great immortal envoy was aggressive, he didn't seem entirely certain who the culprit was—he just insisted that my clan must be involved somehow!"

As he spoke, Ao Guang's face showed bewilderment. Logically, if they'd come to lay blame, they should have been more direct; testing with words was truly odd.

Ao Chen understood at once.

The Mythical Grand Unity Method he cultivated stood independent of the Heavenly Dao, capable of obscuring even his own heavenly fate. That Primordial Unity Golden Immortal envoy he'd erased with a wave—the karmic ties had long been severed, so the Immortal Court naturally couldn't deduce the specifics.

Besides, East King Duke was likely still on his way back from listening to sermons at Purple Cloud Palace, or busy preparing for the Immortal Court Ceremony, too occupied to bother deducing such "trivial matters."

The reason they'd targeted the Dragon Clan was simple: they thought the clan was easy to bully. They just happened to stumble onto the truth by accident.

"This is nothing. I'll go with you to meet him. I want to see just what kind of demons and monsters the Immortal Court truly harbors."

A cold Killing Intent flickered in Ao Chen's eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled into a chilling smile.

He patted Ao Guang on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

Ao Guang looked at Ao Chen's terrifyingly calm gaze. Though his heart still raced, somehow he felt steadier.

He nodded, forced himself to compose himself, and led Ao Chen back to the East Sea Dragon Palace.

The main hall of the Dragon Palace.

An old man in silver-white immortal robes, holding a horsetail whisk, with a kindly face but arrogant eyes, sat leisurely in the guest seat, savoring the immortal tea served by the Dragon Palace maids.

Behind him stood several Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, their auras equally formidable, all wearing haughty expressions, ignoring the trembling Dragon Palace attendants who barely dared to breathe.

This man was none other than Star Lord Chang Geng, one of the Immortal Court's Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.

Seeing Ao Guang and Ao Chen enter the hall together, Chang Geng set down his teacup, wiped his mouth with deliberate slowness, and said with a fake smile:

"King Ao Guang, have you reached a decision? Our patience has limits. If you can't produce 'sincerity' that satisfies us, don't blame us for reporting to the Sovereign Lord that your Dragon Clan harbors ill intent and murdered the immortal envoy!"

"When the Sovereign Lord's wrath descends, this little East Sea Dragon Palace of yours will be ground to dust in an instant!"

As he spoke, he casually released his Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal pressure, bearing down on Ao Guang like a tangible force. The air in the hall seemed to freeze.

Ao Guang's face went pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he nearly stumbled.

But at that moment, Ao Chen stepped forward beside him, standing like a pillar against the tide, blocking the pressure. He looked calmly at Chang Geng.

The great immortal's pressure landed on him like a gentle breeze, stirring not a single ripple.

"Esteemed envoy, please calm yourself," Ao Chen said flatly, his voice soft yet clear to everyone's ears.

Seeing Ao Chen stand up for Ao Guang, and sensing his aura was merely that of a Heavenly Immortal, Chang Geng assumed he was some newly promoted, reckless offspring of Ao Guang. A flicker of deep contempt crossed his eyes.

But when he saw Ao Chen completely ignore his Zenith Heaven pressure, he felt a slight chill inside, thinking the Dragon Clan indeed had some hidden depths, even for a mere Heavenly Immortal junior to be so strange.

Still, contempt quickly returned. He snorted coldly, "Who are you? Do you have the right to speak here? Let your Dragon King answer!"

Chapter 50: The Immortal Court's Grand Gathering, Ten Thousand Immortals Pay Homage, East King Duke's Moment of Glory, Someone Causes Trouble?

Ao Chen ignored his rebuke and continued on his own:

"My Dragon King is already preparing generous gifts. In a few days, I will personally travel to Yingzhou Immortal Island to deliver a... grand gift for the Immortal Court Establishment Ceremony!"

He emphasized the words "grand gift," a cold smile flickering deep in his eyes.

Hearing "generous gifts," Chang Geng's arrogance eased slightly. Seeing that Ao Chen, though only a Heavenly Immortal in aura, carried himself with extraordinary poise and could speak freely under his pressure, he gained a measure of respect.

He looked Ao Chen up and down and asked, "Oh? Are you a son of Ao Guang? You have some nerve."