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

"Greetings, three Dao Brothers!"

East King Duke felt a sudden weight lift from his heart and hurriedly stepped forward to bow, secretly rejoicing that the Three Pure Ones had arrived at the perfect moment; otherwise, he would have been in serious trouble today.

Although he did not fear Eastern Emperor Taiyi, he ultimately did not want a scene at the Immortal Court Grand Ceremony, lest his Immortal Court lose all face.

West Queen Mother, who had been sitting calmly beside him with a graceful and noble air—and who had also been decreed by the Dao Ancestor as the "Head of Female Immortals"—also rose, nodding slightly toward the Three Pure Ones with a calm expression.

Supreme Clarity Laozi remained expressionless, merely sweeping a faint glance over Eastern Emperor Taiyi and East King Duke without a word, as if none of this concerned him, continuing to uphold his Dao of stillness and non-action.

Primordial Lord of Heaven, however, let out a cold snort, his gaze landing on Eastern Emperor Taiyi with clear displeasure and a tone of reprimand.

"Daoist Eastern Emperor, today is the Immortal Court Establishment Ceremony for Daoist East King Duke, held under the decree of the Dao Ancestor to organize the order of the immortal path in the Primordial Wilderness. Your actions today are somewhat beneath your status, and I fear they may also defy the will of the Dao Ancestor."

In truth, Primordial Lord of Heaven had no desire to help East King Duke, but compared to him, he held even greater contempt for the likes of Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who were merely creatures of fur and feathers, and thus he spoke out directly.

"Hmph."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi let out a cold snort, but ultimately said nothing more.

Without waiting for a response from East King Duke, he led the grim-faced Kunpeng and a group of fierce-looking Demon Saints and generals to a seat further back, far from the main guest table, and sat down on his own, closing his eyes to rest as if nothing had just happened.

He had come on the orders of Di Jun to intimidate and probe the Immortal Court, and incidentally to disgust East King Duke; now that his goal was largely achieved, even if not entirely, it was close enough.

"This..."

The other immortals and gods present to observe the ceremony looked at one another in dismay, feeling deeply disappointed.

They had expected to see a clash between the Demon Court and the Immortal Court, perhaps even a heaven-shaking battle between Quasi-Sages, yet it had been resolved so easily by the Three Pure Ones.

Had the Demon Race really just backed down like this? The arrogance of Eastern Emperor Taiyi did not seem as formidable as the legends suggested.

"What a pity, what a pity. I thought we were in for a good show," Old Ancestor Hongyun whispered to Zhen Yuanzi, his face full of regret, looking every bit the type who loved to watch the chaos unfold.

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard with a smile, shook his head, and remained silent.

East King Duke breathed a long sigh of relief, hurriedly adjusting his emotions to plaster a smile back onto his face as he bowed to the Three Pure Ones.

"Three Dao Brothers, please, take your seats!"

West Queen Mother also stepped forward at the right moment, bowing slightly to the Three Pure Ones with a gentle voice: "It is the fortune of the Immortal Court that the three Dao Brothers could spare the time to come. Please, take your seats and enjoy the immortal nectar."

The Three Pure Ones did not stand on ceremony; led personally by East King Duke and West Queen Mother, they took the most honorable seats. After all, they represented the Dao Ancestor Hongjun and were entitled to such treatment.

East King Duke cleared his throat and scanned the crowd, seeing that although the atmosphere was still somewhat awkward, it had finally returned to calm, and he prepared to loudly announce the continuation of the banquet.

However, just as he was about to speak—

"Heh, what a pity."

A voice, slightly mocking yet perfectly clear, rang out like a ghost in the silent plaza.

"Such a beautiful day, such a grand immortal gathering, with a myriad of immortals coming to pay homage—it is truly magnificent. But what a pity, what a pity; it is all about to become a ruin."

The voice was not loud, but it struck like a thunderbolt from the nine heavens, instantly freezing the atmosphere that had just begun to thaw, making it even more deathly silent than when Eastern Emperor Taiyi had been provoking them!

Every gaze was fixed, as if struck by a binding spell, as they turned toward the source of the sound!

The smile on East King Duke's face froze instantly, then turned pitch black, as if he were about to spit fire!

Who was it? Who dared to speak such treasonous, ominous words at his Immortal Court Grand Ceremony? This was simply courting death!

He instinctively turned his head toward Eastern Emperor Taiyi again, thinking the Demon Race was still unwilling to give up and was playing some new trick.

Yet he found Eastern Emperor Taiyi wearing a look of astonishment and surprise; clearly, it was not he who had spoken.

Just as East King Duke was filled with suspicion and burning rage, preparing to find the speaker and destroy his soul to make an example of him, he saw it.

From within the crowd, the young man in green robes who had previously presented a heavy gift on behalf of the Dragon Race—a youth with only the aura of a Heavenly Immortal who had remained obscure until now—slowly stepped out, step by step, with a playful and inscrutable smile on his face.

It was Ao Chen!

"It's him?"

"Has this Dragon boy lost his mind?"

"What is he doing? Does he not want to live? How dare he say such things on an occasion like this?"

Every immortal and god present, including those Great Divine Powers who had seen Ao Chen earlier, were completely stunned, unable to comprehend why this Dragon youth would stand out at this moment to say such things.

Was he tired of the Dragon Race living too long? To openly provoke the master of the Immortal Court, East King Duke, in front of a myriad of immortals? This was nothing short of suicide!

Before Ao Chen could speak again, Star Lord Chang Geng, who had been so arrogant earlier after receiving the "heavy gift" from Ao Guang, jumped out like a cat whose tail had been stepped on!

Star Lord Chang Geng was both shocked and furious, pointing at Ao Chen and shouting sharply:

"Audacious Ao Chen! This is the Immortal Court Grand Ceremony; how dare a mere Heavenly Immortal like you spout such nonsense, bewitch the crowd, and disrupt the gathering! Kneel and beg for mercy before the Sovereign Lord at once!"

He wanted to strike first to establish his authority and convict Ao Chen, hoping to earn favor in the eyes of East King Duke!

However, Ao Chen merely glanced at him indifferently, as if looking at an annoying fly buzzing before his eyes, his gaze filled with undisguised disgust and coldness.

"Noisy."

Before the words had even faded, Ao Chen casually raised his right hand again and flicked it lightly toward Star Lord Chang Geng, who was still trying to shout despite his inner cowardice.

Puff!

That Star Lord Chang Geng, whose cultivation had reached the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, did not even have time to react, nor could he even fully display an expression of terror.

His entire body, along with his Primordial Spirit, vanished from the spot without a sound, as if erased by a pencil eraser!

It was as if he had never existed at all! Not even a shred of his true spirit had managed to escape!

Hiss—!

This time, a continuous, overlapping sound of gasping echoed across the entire Yingzhou Immortal Island, several times louder than when Eastern Emperor Taiyi had struck earlier!

Every immortal and god, including those powerful beings who had only heard rumors and never witnessed Ao Chen's prowess firsthand, now stared with wide, disbelieving eyes, their faces etched with shock and profound terror, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight!

To erase a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal with a mere wave of a hand? What exactly was going on with the Dragon Race? Hadn't the Dragon Race just sent over generous gifts?

Many powerful beings present felt bewildered, casting puzzled glances at Ao Chen, their eyes flashing with confusion.

This confusion stemmed not only from Ao Chen's strength but also from his motives, and even more so from the mystery of how he had managed to erase a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal so effortlessly.

However, not everyone present was confused; some who had seen Ao Chen at Buzhou Mountain were now frozen in place.

Because Ao Chen had arrived early and stood toward the back, and because his aura was only that of a Heavenly Immortal while he deliberately concealed his presence, he had gone unnoticed by others.

Now that Ao Chen had stepped out and was fully exposed to the gazes of figures like Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun, they recognized him instantly.

"It's him?"

The looks they directed at Ao Chen were filled with unprecedented shock and gravity!

"He's grown stronger again? And he's still just a Heavenly Immortal? Where did this old antique come from? Why is he so fond of disguising himself as a Heavenly Immortal?"

It had been less than ten thousand years since they parted at Buzhou Mountain! The strength of this mysterious member of the Dragon Race seemed to have undergone an unimaginably massive improvement since then!

If he had needed to draw his sword and rely on that bizarre domain and sword technique to severely wound Kunpeng before, then now, erasing a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was as casual as brushing away dust! Even his magical fluctuations were negligible!

What kind of monster was this?

In the corner, the Demon Master Kunpeng shivered violently, his face turning deathly pale. He subconsciously shrank behind Eastern Emperor Taiyi, his eyes filled with unspeakable fear and relief as he looked at Ao Chen!

He swore that he never wanted to have anything to do with this pervert again in his life; he was fortunate that he hadn't jumped out to provoke him just now!

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's pupils also constricted sharply. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the Chaos Bell, Solar True Fire blazing around him, his muscles tensed as he entered a state of unprecedented vigilance!

For the first time, he felt that perhaps this member of the Dragon Race truly possessed the strength to threaten him!

But he soon relaxed, a hint of even deeper schadenfreude curling the corners of his lips.

He realized that Ao Chen's icy gaze was not directed at him, but was locked firmly, like two tangible swords of cold ice, onto the dark-faced East King Duke atop the high platform!

"Kunpeng, do not panic; he is not coming for you."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi transmitted his voice to the nearby Kunpeng with composure, his tone filled with the pleasure of watching a show.

"This 'Fellow Daoist Ao Chen' has other targets today. Heh, there is a good show to watch!"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng breathed a slight sigh of relief, though his eyes remained filled with wariness as he watched Ao Chen.

The Three Pure Ones also wore strange expressions, each reacting differently.

Supreme Clarity Laozi remained expressionless, as if in deep meditation, yet beneath his half-closed eyelids, the phantom of the Taiji Diagram seemed to be rotating slowly, calculating something.

Primordial Lord of Heaven frowned, his gaze toward Ao Chen filled with scrutiny and even a hint of hidden doubt.

Only Sect Master Tongtian had eyes shining with brilliance, observing Ao Chen with great interest, a curve of undisguised appreciation and curiosity touching his lips, as if he had discovered some intriguing prey.

Chapter 52: Pushing Aside the East King Duke with a Single Palm, Shattering an Innate Spiritual Treasure with a Flick of a Finger, the Primordial Wilderness Immortals are Stunned

High upon the platform, the East King Duke no longer possessed his previous high spirits and triumphant pride.

He stared blankly at the spot where Star Lord Chang Geng had vanished, then looked down at the green-robed dragon, whose aura remained that of a mere Heavenly Immortal, yet who radiated a pressure that made even him, a dignified Quasi-Sage, feel a faint, lingering palpitation!

Though his mind was still reeling with shock, it was quickly overtaken by a towering rage at having his authority violated and being humiliated in public!

He finally realized that he had been underestimated! A mere junior of the Dragon Race actually dared to humiliate him so severely in front of the Myriad Immortals and the Three Pure Ones?

"How bold!"

The East King Duke's voice was icy, filled with suppressed, extreme fury and cold killing intent. He glared at Ao Chen, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

"To dare commit murder repeatedly at Myriad Immortals Court Grand Ceremony and erase a high-ranking official of Myriad Immortals Court! Who exactly is pulling your strings?"