Prehistoric World: I Wreak Havoc on the Three Teachings, You Won't Split Up Anymore?

Xuandan gave a light cough. "Let's not discuss that for now, let's not discuss it."

Watching the Four Dragon Kings lay on the flattery so thick, Xuandan finally understood why the Dragon Clan, even after their decline, still managed to thrive and eventually curry favor with the Heavenly Court.

The Mysterious Sun Pill's allure to these bloodline-dependent races was truly off the charts!

"Right, let's settle this matter first!"

The West Sea Dragon King quickly chimed in, striding out first with an air of swaggering confidence.

Ao Guang's mouth twitched.

By all rights, wasn't he supposed to be the main character here?

Weren't his big dragon horns handsome enough?

The Dragon Palace echoed with the joyful laughter of the crowd.

Everyone felt they'd come out ahead this time.

Until several days later, Ji Meng led his army in, their demonic aura thick and oppressive.

On the Dragon Palace's side, the Four Dragon Kings stood at the front, flanked by Xuandan, Huanglong, and Ao Guang.

Both sides' auras soared to the heavens, clashing in secret, evenly matched.

Ji Meng's eyes narrowed slightly as he caught a whiff of something off.

It seemed the Dragon Palace folk were awfully confident about this battle?

He paid it no mind, dismissing it as the Dragon Clan's death throes.

"The duel begins. Life and death are determined by one's own skill, with no grudges held afterward. Any objections?"

The East Sea Dragon King shook his head and replied calmly.

"Naturally, no objections. I trust Demon Sage Ji Meng will abide by the same."

Ji Meng felt a surge of irritation and instructed the young man beside him.

"Go all out from the start. Kill that dragon whelp."

The young man gave a slight nod, his face cold and stern, and stepped forward wielding a Long Lance.

"This Seat is Ji Yun. Who dares to face me?!"

Ao Guang raised his Long Spear, transformed into a streak of light, and shot forward, replying with pride.

"I'll take your life!"

He dragged his dragon tail, swung his spear in fury, and charged in, his techniques shifting unpredictably.

The seabed instantly churned with turbulent waves and surging undercurrents.

Feeling the sudden pressure bearing down on him, Ji Yun's face flashed with shock.

He tried to counter, but the moment their eyes met, he felt the suppression of bloodline.

He stood frozen in place as the spear struck him down to the ground.

Ji Meng snapped back to reality, flying into a rage as he barked.

"Worthless! Why didn't you fight back?!"

Ao Guang lashed his dragon tail, slamming it into Ji Yun with a thunderous crack.

Boom!!!

Dust flew everywhere, the ground trembled, and countless fissures spread, with no sign of Ji Yun.

Ao Guang's proud gaze fell on Ji Yun as he said coldly.

"He no longer has a chance to fight back."

Off in the distance, Xuandan, watching the show, raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Speaking of which, Ao Guang was quite the strong guy in his youth."

Ji Meng's pupils contracted, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

A mighty Quasi-Saint like himself actually sensed a threatening aura from the Golden Immortal before him.

The offspring he'd painstakingly raised couldn't even last a single exchange against his foe.

Enraged and humiliated, Ji Meng instantly erupted, unleashing his Quasi-Saint pressure and extending a massive dragon claw.

The Dragon Palace crowd panicked, at a loss for what to do.

At the critical moment, Xuandan gave a light cough and said calmly.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My master is Taiqing, and my Dao name is Xuandan."

"I don't meddle in Dragon Clan affairs; I'm just here to watch. I hope Senior Ji Meng won't harm me, or else my master might be displeased."

"The Dragon Clan still owes me something. How about you continue after I leave?"

Withdraw!!!

Ji Meng immediately dispersed his dragon claw, his mind churning with doubt and unease.

His face was full of astonishment.

As everyone knew, the Grand Pure Sage took disciples by fate.

Originally, he only had Xuan Du as his sole disciple.

Now, the young man before him claimed to be a direct disciple of Grand Pure, making him the second disciple of the Ren Sect.

Even making a move against Huanglong required careful consideration, let alone against a disciple of Grand Pure.

He sized up Xuandan, then glanced at Huanglong.

Ji Meng's face flickered between pale and green.

None of them could be provoked!

"Fine, very well. This Demon Sage naturally keeps his word. Farewell."

He ground his teeth, his words filled with hatred yet helplessness.

Both Saint's disciples stood on the Dragon Clan's side.

Ji Meng wanted to renege but could only lead his troops in retreat.

The Dragon Palace, suppressed for so long, erupted in cheers as sunlight scattered across the sea.

Xuandan, meanwhile, was inwardly smug.

"Tsk... using Master's name to scare people is indeed satisfying."

"No wonder those Jie Sect disciples always have their master Tongtian on their lips."

The East Sea Dragon King was already dumbstruck.

At first, he thought even after the transformation, Ao Guang would need a good fight.

Who knew, it was an instant kill?

No wonder the Prehistoric World said, "Swallow one Jin Dan into your belly, your fate is yours, not Heaven's!"

This Daoist friend Xuandan really needed to be buttered up... ah, no, befriended properly!

Maybe sending that foolish younger brother, the North Sea Dragon King, over as a lapdog... pfft, as a bodyguard wouldn't be bad either!

He stepped forward, bowed, and said sincerely.

"Young Friend has done the Dragon Clan a great service. This King naturally abides by the agreement."

"Please, Young Friend, follow this King to the Dragon Clan treasury and choose treasures that suit your heart!"

Chapter 25: Nine Heavens Cloud Luan Carriage, Nirvana Divine Fire, Breaking Through to Golden Immortal!

Xuandan's face was full of righteousness—how could he be a man greedy for wealth and lust?

He followed closely behind the East Sea Dragon King to the depths of the Dragon Palace.

Boom!!!

The moment the Dragon Palace treasury opened, the entire Dragon Palace trembled.

A phantom white Dragon Gate appeared in the endless deep sea.

Xuandan couldn't help but be somewhat surprised.

They had carved out a Small Thousand World as the Dragon Clan treasury.

But thinking about it, it fit the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation era.

The Dragon Clan's unruly nature, their love for ostentation.

Stepping inside, the scene before him changed rapidly.

It felt like being in a boundless starry sky, with starlight filling the heavens.

The East Sea Dragon King puffed out his chest and said proudly.

"These are the Dragon Clan's true foundations."

"Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, high-grade Innate Spiritual Roots, or rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures."

"What the Prehistoric World doesn't have, the Dragon Clan treasury must."

Xuandan was instantly dazzled, his eyes unable to take it all in.

Looking around, the starlike points of light were all different treasures.

Just as the East Sea Dragon King had said.

Whatever treasures the Prehistoric World lacked, his Dragon Palace had them.

Among them, one artifact caught Xuandan's unblinking attention.

His mind stirred slightly, and the artifact appeared in his hand.

The East Sea Dragon King explained like a tour guide.

"This item is called the Nine Heavens Cloud Luan Carriage, ranked as a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure."