Yin Yang Evil Flood Dragon

"Presumptuous!"

Sure enough, from deep within the Ji Clan, an aged yet vigorous voice suddenly rang out, like heavenly thunder rolling through the jade halls, shaking one's Divine Soul to its core.

"Ye Hei and Wang Teng fought a fair battle, life and death determined by fate, with my Ji Clan as witness."

"Now that Wang Teng has fallen, you dare to activate a Great Saint Artifact and seek revenge?"

"Wang Chengkun, do you still hold my Ji Clan in your eyes?!"

Before the words faded, a surge of Extreme Emperor Might, as if it could freeze the very stars of the heavens, erupted from the depths of the Ji Clan and spread outward!

Though only a wisp, it seemed to bear the weight of ten thousand ages of azure sky, containing the supreme will to command the eight wastelands and shatter the Myriad Laws.

Before this true imperial majesty, the Great Saint Artifact in Wang Chengkun's hand, which had just awakened and blazed with radiant light, instantly dimmed like a flickering candle in the wind, and even the spirit within it fell silent from sheer terror.

"I... I wouldn't dare..."

Wang Chengkun's face turned deathly pale in an instant, his body trembling like chaff, barely able to stand.

With the Ancient Tribes now revived, the Ji Clan had held back from truly killing Wang Chengkun for the sake of the greater situation, but Ye Hei had no such concerns.

He who kills, shall be killed.

"Wang Chengkun, since you're so eager to die, go walk the Yellow Springs Road with your son!"

Ye Hei threw a single punch, and Wang Chengkun, whose cultivation was only at the first level of the Immortal Platform, had his physical body blasted apart like a crushed ant.

The onlookers witnessing this once again clicked their tongues in silent awe.

Ye Hei, in a single night, had personally suppressed and killed the Northern Emperor Wang Teng and the Wang family patriarch Wang Chengkun. It was foreseeable that once this news spread, it would sweep through the Eastern Wasteland like an apocalyptic storm, shaking the Five Regions!

Primordial World.

Li Qingxu sat cross-legged in midair within a cave, his eyes slightly closed, blazing flames flowing all over his body like a fire god incarnate.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, a flash of light flickering deep within them.

"A hundred years in Closed-door cultivation, and I've finally fully refined this True Sun Fire."

Li Qingxu snapped his fingers, and a small flame immediately appeared at his fingertip.

Though this flame was faint and tiny, it radiated a terrifyingly extreme heat, warping even the surrounding space as if it were about to melt.

Having mastered the True Sun Fire, and with his realm elevated to mid-stage Earth Immortal, his strength had undergone earth-shattering changes.

If he were to encounter those Demon Race members who had attacked the Taihao Tribe again now, he could reduce them to ashes with a wave of his hand.

"I wonder how the tribe is doing."

Li Qingxu couldn't help but think of the Taihao Tribe once more.

For him, a transmigrator, the Taihao Tribe had given him a true sense of care and kinship, making this Primordial World feel like a real home rather than a rootless drifting duckweed.

What somewhat reassured Li Qingxu was that the remains of those tens of thousands of Monster Beasts could all serve as food.

The Taihao Tribe shouldn't have to worry about that for a while.

"A hundred years wasted—I need to set out for Kunlun Mountain as soon as possible."

Li Qingxu knew time was pressing; if he missed this opportunity, trying to become a disciple of a Saint later would be harder than reaching the heavens.

Swoosh...

Li Qingxu stepped onto a White Cloud, flew out of the cave, and sped toward Kunlun Mountain at his fastest speed.

He traveled swiftly on his cloud, mountains and rivers racing backward beneath him.

Though the mountains and rivers of the Primordial World were magnificent, his mind was set solely on reaching Kunlun as soon as possible, leaving him no mood to enjoy the scenery along the way.

After several months of relentless travel, Li Qingxu arrived above a silent swamp shrouded in year-round gray-white mist.

The swamp stretched vast and boundless, deathly still, with no sound of insects or birds—only the dense, almost tangible Innate Yin Turbid Qi and miasma pervading the air.

"This place is not to be lingered in."

A vague sense of unease stirred in Li Qingxu's heart. He heightened his vigilance to the utmost while quickening his pace beneath his feet.

Suddenly, the thick gray mist was torn apart, and a bloody maw lined with sharp fangs lunged up from beneath Li Qingxu, aiming to swallow him whole.

Every hair on Li Qingxu's body stood on end as he sensed an unprecedented, immense crisis.

Fortunately, he was on guard. He poured all his divine power into his movement, turning his body into a streak of light and dodging the bloody maw in the blink of an eye.

Before he could catch his breath, the mist before him churned, and another bloody maw lunged at him.

Li Qingxu barely evaded again, brushing past the maw, the thick stench of blood and rot flooding his nostrils and churning his stomach.

Seizing that split-second gap, he retreated explosively, finally putting some distance between them and getting a clear look at the attackers: two evil flood dragons, each over a thousand zhang long.

These two evil flood dragons were hideous, with blood-red eyes and bodies covered in dense, dark red scales, radiating the formidable aura of early-stage Heavenly Immortals.

"Quick reflexes."

The neck frill of the left evil dragon trembled rapidly as it fixed its gaze on Li Qingxu with predatory intent.

"This human looks tender-skinned—he must taste delicious."

The evil flood dragon on the right let out a sharp, grating sound like metal scraping stone, thick, murky saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth and trailing into long strands.

Facing the two menacing evil flood dragons, Li Qingxu's entire body tensed as he secretly pushed the divine power within him to its absolute limit.

These two flood dragons were far stronger in cultivation than he was, and with the home-field advantage, his situation was extremely dire—one misstep and he could end up in a world of trouble.

Fortunately, he had mastered the True Sun Fire, one of the Top Ten Exotic Fires of the Primordial Era, so he wasn't entirely without a fighting chance.

"Big brother, enough talk—let's eat him now."

"I've been cooped up for a million years since taking form and being born underwater; I'm dying for some fresh meat. Let's use this kid to break our fast."

The evil flood dragon on the right urged impatiently.

"Fine."

The one on the left replied, immediately opening its gaping maw as a dense black mist surged forth.

The black mist carried a powerful corrosive force; wherever it passed, rocks, trees, and soil decayed at a visible rate, instantly turning into bubbling black sludge.

Seeing the black mist sweeping toward him like a tidal wave, Li Qingxu hesitated no longer. He decided to act, striking with thunderous momentum to take out one of the flood dragons first.

"Big brother, go easy—don't dissolve this fine blood meal completely."

"Relax, I know what I'm doing."

While the two flood dragons were still worrying about their prey being turned to sludge by the poison mist, Li Qingxu formed hand seals, and a dancing flame appeared in his palm.

He thrust his palm forward, and the tiny flame, fueled by his divine power, instantly swelled, charging like a fire dragon straight into the spreading poison mist with overbearing force.