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

Before anyone could react, Ao Chen's voice rang out again, carrying an unyielding authority:

"Death may be spared, but punishment cannot be escaped!"

"Within three hundred years, you shall personally go to the East Sea Dragon Palace and offer apologies to My Dragon Clan! And present sufficient compensation to make amends for the losses you have inflicted upon My Dragon Clan!"

"Remember, sufficient compensation! If I am not satisfied..."

Ao Chen's eyes flashed with cold light, his voice like the Netherworld Wind:

"Then it will not end with mere apologies and compensation. Do you understand?"

Boom!

As these words fell, the entire scene erupted into uproar again!

To make the esteemed Lord of the Immortal Court, the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, go to the East Sea Dragon Palace to apologize and offer compensation? This... this was worse than killing him! It was a naked act of grinding the face of East King Duke and the dignity of the entire Immortal Court into the dirt!

"You... go too far!"

East King Duke trembled with rage upon hearing this, his face instantly turning the color of pig liver, nearly spitting out another mouthful of old blood! He would rather die in battle than endure such utter humiliation!

"You brat! I'll fight you to the death!" A hint of madness flashed in East King Duke's eyes, as if he intended to forcibly burn his origin and shatter everything together with Ao Chen!

But at that moment!

"Daoist East King Duke, calm yourself!"

Supreme Clarity Laozi's voice rang out in his Primordial Spirit, carrying a hint of undeniable authority.

"As long as the green hills remain, one need not worry about firewood. For today's matter, agree for now."

"Indeed! Daoist East King Duke, a gentleman can bide his time for ten years to take revenge! Why vent in a moment of anger?"

Primordial Lord of Heaven's voice followed, still tinged with arrogance, but the meaning was clear.

"East King Duke, a true man can bend and stretch! Endure for now!" Sect Master Tongtian's voice was the most direct.

Then, Jieyin, Zhunti, and even Nuwa's voices, either overtly or covertly, sounded in his Primordial Spirit, all without exception urging him to accept Ao Chen's demand!

East King Duke's heart sank to the bottom!

He understood now—none of these people truly wanted to help him! They had intervened only out of their own hidden agendas, or out of obligation to the Dao Ancestor's face, or to maintain the superficial "order" of the Primordial Wilderness!

Now that Ao Chen was willing to step back, they were naturally happy to see it happen. None of them were willing to fight to the death with Ao Chen—a monster of unfathomable strength and lawless behavior—just for East King Duke's sake!

An indescribable wave of humiliation, rage, and the bitter chill of abandonment surged into East King Duke's heart!

He hated!

He hated Ao Chen's arrogance and tyranny! He hated Eastern Emperor Taiyi's kicking of a man when he was down! He hated the hypocrisy of the Three Pure Ones! He hated the greed of the Two Western Sages! He even hated the injustice of Dao Ancestor Hongjun!

Why? Why should he, the dignified Head of Male Immortals, suffer such disgrace?

But in the end, he held back!

He glanced at Ao Chen's icy, indifferent eyes, devoid of any emotion, felt the faint yet soul-shattering Killing Intent, and looked at the sanctimonious Great Divine Powers around him...

He knew that if he refused today, he would truly die here! And die for nothing—no one would truly stand up for him!

"Fine... fine! I... agree!"

East King Duke forced these words out through gritted teeth, each syllable dripping with endless venom and humiliation!

He lowered his once-proud head and chose to endure hardship in obscurity!

"Within three hundred years, I will surely go to the East Sea in person!"

But in his heart, he was roaring madly: "Just wait! All of you, wait! This humiliation today, I, East King Duke, will remember it forever!"

"When my cultivation is complete and I unify the Primordial Wilderness, I will tear every one of you present limb from limb! Especially you, Ao Chen! And your Dragon Clan! I will grind your bones to dust and ensure you never reincarnate for eternity!"

Hearing East King Duke's humiliating reply, Ao Chen's face remained expressionless. He merely nodded slightly, as if this were only natural.

He withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at East King Duke and West Queen Mother, who now resembled defeated roosters.

Then, he turned around, his eyes faintly sweeping toward the Demon Race camp where Eastern Emperor Taiyi stood in the distance, a thoughtful look flickering in his gaze.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's heart jolted at that meaningful glance. He instinctively tensed his body, and the Chaos Bell hummed again, fearing Ao Chen was about to make a move against him!

But before he could react, Ao Chen's figure vanished like a phantom, silently disappearing from the spot, as if he had never been there.

Whoosh—!

Only when Ao Chen's aura had completely faded did all the immortals and gods present, including the Three Pure Ones, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Nuwa—the top-tier Great Divine Powers—breathe a collective sigh of relief!

There was no help for it—the pressure Ao Chen had brought upon them was simply too immense!

That terrifying strength that treated Quasi-Sages as nothing, erased Great Luo with a wave of the hand, and held his own against the Three Pure Ones without defeat; that lawless, rule-defying style of conduct—all of it filled them with a deep-seated wariness and unease from the very depths of their souls!

After a brief silence, the entire Yingzhou Immortal Island Ruins erupted into unprecedented clamor and discussion!

"That Dragon Clan member... who exactly is he? Why have we never heard of him?"

"How terrifying! A Heavenly Immortal, yet possessing such battle prowess? Simply inconceivable!"

"Have you lost your mind? You don't still think he's a Heavenly Immortal, do you?"

"This senior is truly amusing, disguising himself as a Heavenly Immortal."

"Who's to say otherwise? Perhaps this is just the hobby of an ancient great power. After all, as a Great Divine Power, having some peculiarities is only normal."

"It seems the Primordial Wilderness is about to change! The Dragon Race has hidden such a terrifying existence!"

"The Immortal Court has taken a massive blow this time! The East King Duke has lost all face—how will he command the Myriad Immortals from now on?"

"Ao Chen... that name is destined to spread across the entire Primordial Wilderness!"

In an instant, countless Great Divine Powers in secluded cultivation were stirred, countless Old Monsters who had hidden from the world turned their heads, and countless factions began to reassess the Dragon Race's strength...

The entire Primordial Wilderness was thrown into a towering wave of upheaval because of Ao Chen's earth-shattering feat at the Immortal Court Grand Ceremony!

And the instigator of it all, Ao Chen, had already crossed endless time and space, silently returning to the deepest depths of the East Sea Dragon Palace.

Within the Crystal Palace.

Ao Guang paced restlessly. He had already witnessed Ao Chen's awe-inspiring display through the Water Mirror Art—that figure, like a God or Devil incarnate, was utterly impossible to connect with his brother Ao Chen.

This sense of unreality made him deeply agitated.

And just as his anxiety peaked, a familiar figure appeared before him without a sound.

The one who arrived was none other than Ao Chen Yi.

Chapter Fifty-Five: Dragon Race's Prestige Shakes the Primordial Wilderness, Ao Chen Secludes to Comprehend True Immortality, the East King Duke Bides His Time

Within the Crystal Palace.

Ao Guang stared at his suddenly appearing "brother," utterly stunned, even somewhat dazed.

Though he had not personally attended the Immortal Court affair, Yingzhou Immortal Island was not too far from the East Sea Dragon Palace. With his peak Primordial Unity Golden Immortal cultivation and the Dragon Race's secret Water Mirror Art, he had naturally witnessed that earth-shaking battle in full.

That supreme figure, like an ancient God or Devil descending to the mortal world, that terrifying might that treated a Quasi-Sage as nothing and erased a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal with a wave of the hand, that domineering invincibility that held its own against the combined forces of the Three Pure Ones...

All of this sent a shudder and reverence through Ao Guang's very soul!

He had previously thought that although Brother Ao Chen was powerful, going to the Immortal Court would at most rely on some hidden card or eloquence to negotiate with the East King Duke, securing some benefits for the Dragon Race, or at least demanding justice.

But he had never imagined Ao Chen would be this terrifying!

He had crushed the entire Immortal Court's face into the ground with overwhelming dominance, forcing the Dao Ancestor's personally appointed Head of Male Immortals, the East King Duke, to bow and apologize!

Even the Three Pure Ones, the Two Western Sages, Nuwa, and other top Great Divine Powers of the Primordial Wilderness had stepped in, yet none could do anything to him!

This terrifying strength made Ao Guang feel unreal, even making him doubt whether his past experiences of calling Ao Chen "brother" were merely a dream.

So much so that now, facing Ao Chen again, aside from excitement and gratitude, Ao Guang felt an indescribable sense of distance and fear.

His tone even carried a hint of caution and reverence: "Ao... Brother Ao Chen... you... you're back?"

After all, when the gap in strength between two parties becomes as vast as a chasm or a moat, so-called friendships and brotherly bonds often become fragile.

Even if Ao Chen's attitude had never changed, Ao Guang could no longer face him as openly as before, afraid that his words or actions might inadvertently offend this unfathomable "brother."

Ao Chen looked at Ao Guang's timid and restrained demeanor and sighed inwardly, but he said nothing.

Some things were the inevitable result of a disparity in strength, not something that could be resolved with a few words. Moreover, he had neither the time nor the energy to soothe Ao Guang's emotions now.

Though the Immortal Court matter had come to a close, for him, true cultivation was only just beginning. That Dragon Pearl, containing the Ancestral Dragon's lifelong essence and immortal mysteries, was what he needed to focus on most.

"Dao Brother need not stand on ceremony." Ao Chen merely nodded lightly, his tone still calm.

"The Immortal Court matter is settled. Within three hundred years, the East King Duke will personally come to apologize and offer compensation. When that time comes, Dao Brother need only receive it according to protocol."

"Yes... yes! Rest assured, Dao Brother Ao Chen! I will handle it well!" Ao Guang quickly replied, his heart still pounding like a drum.

"Mm." Ao Chen acknowledged, then said no more.

"I will now go into seclusion for a time to comprehend the Great Dao. I shall continue to trouble Dao Brother with the affairs inside and outside the Dragon Palace."