"Impudent!"
As expected, an aged yet powerful voice suddenly rang out from the depths of the Ji Clan. It boomed like Heavenly Thunder rolling across the heavens, making everyone's Divine Souls tremble.
"Ye Hei and Wang Teng fought a fair battle. Their lives and deaths were up to fate, and my Ji Clan served as witness."
"Now that Wang Teng has been defeated and killed, you dare activate a Great Saint Artifact to take revenge?"
"Wang Chengkun, do you have any regard for my Ji Clan at all?!"
Before the voice had even faded, Extreme Emperor Might surged out from the depths of the Ji Clan, so overwhelming that even the stars seemed to freeze!
Though it was only a wisp, it carried the weight of the eternal heavens and contained an unrivaled will to rule the Eight Wastelands and destroy the Myriad Laws.
Before this true imperial majesty, the Great Saint Artifact in Wang Chengkun's hand—which had just awakened and blazed with dazzling light—was like a dying candle in the wind. It instantly dimmed, and even the divine spirit within it fell silent from fear.
"N-no... I wouldn't dare..."
Wang Chengkun's face turned deathly pale. He shook like a leaf, barely able to stand.
Now that the Ancient Tribes had revived, the Ji Clan had refrained from truly killing Wang Chengkun for the sake of the greater situation. Ye Hei, however, had no need to hold back.
Those who killed others would be killed in turn.
"Wang Chengkun, since you're so eager to die, go join your son on Yellow Springs Road!"
Ye Hei threw a punch. Wang Chengkun, whose cultivation was only at the First Heaven of the Immortal Platform, burst apart. He was crushed like an ant.
The onlookers couldn't help but click their tongues in amazement once more.
Ye Hei had personally killed both the Northern Emperor, Wang Teng, and the head of the Wang family, Wang Chengkun, in a single night. It was easy to imagine that once word got out, the news would sweep across the Eastern Wasteland like an apocalyptic storm and shake the Five Regions!
Primordial World.
Li Qingxu sat cross-legged in midair inside a cave, his eyes closed. Blazing flames swirled around him, making him look like a fire deity who had taken human form.
After a long while, he opened his eyes. A glint flashed through them.
"After a century in seclusion, I've finally refined the True Sun Fire completely."
Li Qingxu snapped his fingers, and a tiny flame immediately appeared at his fingertip.
The flame was small and weak, yet it radiated an utterly terrifying heat. Even the space around it warped, as if it were about to melt.
With the True Sun Fire under his control and his cultivation raised to the middle stage of Earth Immortal, his strength had undergone a complete transformation.
If he encountered the Demon Race that had attacked the Taihao Tribe again, he could reduce them to ashes with a wave of his hand.
"I wonder how the tribe is doing."
Li Qingxu couldn't help thinking of the Taihao Tribe again.
As a transmigrator, he had found genuine care and warmth among the Taihao Tribe. They had given him a true home in the Primordial World, rather than leaving him adrift like a rootless duckweed.
What reassured Li Qingxu was that the remains of the ten thousand or so demon beasts could all be used as food.
The Taihao Tribe shouldn't have to worry about food for the time being.
"I've already lost a century. I need to set out for Kunlun Mountain as soon as possible."
Li Qingxu knew time was running short. If he missed this opportunity, it would be even harder to become a Saint's disciple in the future.
Whoosh...
Li Qingxu rode a white cloud out of the cave and flew toward Kunlun Mountain at full speed.
He sped through the clouds as the mountains and land raced past beneath him.
The scenery of the Primordial World was magnificent, with its mountains and rivers stretching far and wide. But all he could think about was reaching Kunlun as soon as possible, and he had no heart to admire the view.
After several months of relentless travel, Li Qingxu arrived above a desolate swamp shrouded year-round in gray-white mist.
The swamp stretched as far as the eye could see, silent and lifeless. No insects chirped or birds called; only dense Innate Yin Turbid Qi and miasma filled the air, so thick they seemed almost impossible to disperse.
"I shouldn't linger here."
A sense of unease stirred within Li Qingxu. He stayed on high alert and quickened his pace.
Suddenly, the thick gray mist split open, and a huge maw lined with sharp teeth shot up from beneath him, trying to swallow him whole.
The hairs on Li Qingxu's body stood on end. He felt an unprecedented, deadly danger.
Fortunately, he had been prepared. He poured all his divine power into motion, turning into a streak of light and dodging the gaping maw in the blink of an eye.
Before he could catch his breath, the mist in front of him churned, and another enormous maw lunged at him.
Li Qingxu barely dodged again, brushing past the gaping jaws. Their foul stench filled his nostrils and churned his stomach.
Seizing the brief opening, he retreated at full speed, finally putting some distance between them. Only then could he see his attackers clearly: two Evil Flood Dragons, each more than a thousand zhang long.
The two Evil Flood Dragons had savage faces, blood-red eyes, and bodies covered in countless dark red scales. Their auras were as powerful as those of early-stage Heavenly Immortals.
"Quick reflexes."
The neck frill of the Evil Flood Dragon on the left quivered rapidly as it stared menacingly at Li Qingxu.
"This human looks tender and soft. He must taste delicious."
The Evil Flood Dragon on the right spoke in a shrill voice like metal scraping against stone. Thick, muddy saliva dripped from the corner of its mouth, trailing in a long, slobbery strand.
Facing the two menacing Evil Flood Dragons, Li Qingxu tensed every muscle and secretly pushed his divine power to the limit.
The two Evil Flood Dragons were far stronger than he was, and they had the home-field advantage. His situation was dire; one careless move, and he could end up as their meal.
Fortunately, he had mastered the True Sun Fire, one of the Top Ten Exotic Fires of the Primordial Era. He still had a chance to fight back.
"Big brother, enough talk. Let's eat him already."
"I spent a million years taking shape and gestating beneath the water before I emerged. I've been cooped up for ages. Let's hurry up and get a taste of this brat."
The Evil Flood Dragon on the right urged impatiently.
"Fine."
The one on the left replied, then opened its gaping maw. A dense cloud of black mist billowed out.
The black mist seethed with corrosive power. Wherever it passed, rocks, trees, and soil rotted away at a visible rate, turning in an instant into bubbling black sludge.
As the black mist swept toward him from all sides, Li Qingxu stopped hesitating and prepared to strike. With the force of Thunderous Might, he would take down one of the Evil Flood Dragons first.
"Big brother, take it easy. Don't dissolve this fine piece of meat completely."
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
The two Evil Flood Dragons were still worried their prey might dissolve into sludge in the poisonous mist. Meanwhile, Li Qingxu formed a hand seal, and a dancing flame appeared in his palm.
Li Qingxu thrust his palm forward. Driven by his divine power, the tiny flame rapidly swelled, becoming like a Fire Dragon as it charged straight toward the oncoming poisonous mist with overwhelming force.
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