Prehistoric World: I Wreak Havoc on the Three Religions, and You Don't Split Up Anymore?

The sky was filled with swirling yellow sand, obscuring the vision of the countless strange beasts.

The disciples of the Xuan Sect worked together and finally managed to carve out a bloody path.

With fewer obstacles in their way, their speed grew faster, and they drew closer to the sea surface.

The Four Dragon Kings couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking back at the road they had traveled, every step had been fraught with peril; the slightest misstep would have plunged them into an abyss of no return.

Just as they were about to let down their guard—

Suddenly, the aura of a Quasi-Saint appeared on the path ahead!

Chapter 33: The Grand Pure Sage Makes His Move, The Divine Might of a Saint, A Fortunate Coincidence, The Ancestral Dragon's Inheritance Revealed!

The Four Dragon Kings and Xuandan's hearts sank to the depths.

Breaking through the encirclement of the countless strange beasts had already been perilously close, a narrow escape by sheer luck.

Now, with a Quasi-Saint beast blocking their way, there was absolutely no chance of survival.

Even experts like the Four Dragon Kings, who were Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, were no match for a single blow from a Quasi-Saint beast.

It was as if all hope of survival had been severed in that instant.

At the same time, far away on the shore of the East Sea, the Demon Sage Ji Meng clenched his fists tightly.

His eyes pierced through endless space, fixed on the Quasi-Saint beast about to strike.

He bided his time, coiled and ready to spring.

All his long-laid plans hinged on this moment; success would bring the Great Dao within reach.

The people on the Nine Heavens Cloud Luan Carriage looked ashen-faced.

Facing a powerhouse like a Quasi-Saint, even the mere pressure radiating from it

froze them in place, their chests feeling as if crushed by a boulder, barely able to breathe.

An atmosphere of despair enveloped everyone.

The Quasi-Saint beast let out a roar like rolling thunder.

Its body, millions of zhang tall, came crashing down like a collapsing mountain.

Its ferocious aura surged forward, leaving not a shred of hope.

The Four Dragon Kings even closed their eyes, resigned to death.

"Thank goodness we left Ao Guang at the Dragon Palace; at least the Dragon Clan has a seed left!"

Xuan Du stepped in front of Xuandan and said softly, "Junior Brother, lend me a Tianxin Pill."

At the critical moment, the image of the Yin Yang Taiji manifested between heaven and earth!

The majestic phantom of the Grand Pure Sage, Laozi, stood between heaven and earth.

Xuandan's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he cried out in surprise.

"Master!"

Every gesture of the Grand Pure Sage carried an ethereal Dao resonance, transcending heaven and earth!

He lightly waved his whisk, and the laws of heaven and earth gathered around him!

Endless profound Great Dao Inscriptions condensed into substance, flowing without cease!

In an instant, they transformed into the Yin Yang Taiji, like the origin of all laws!

The Quasi-Saint beast roared up at the sky, as if to challenge the majesty of the Sage!

The Grand Pure Sage remained calm and composed, merely casting a glance!

The Yin Yang Taiji that shrouded heaven and earth came crashing down with overwhelming force!

It carried the power to reverse the cosmos and split heaven and earth!

The Quasi-Saint beast had no power to resist and was suppressed by a single casual strike from the Grand Pure Sage.

The ferocity erupting from the beast vanished in an instant, dissolving into nothingness.

All living beings in the entire East Sea felt a heaviness in their hearts, panicked and unsettled.

The countless strange beasts that had surrounded the Dragon Palace fled in terror.

The sea surface was effortlessly split apart, and the beasts were driven into the endless abyss.

Every movement of the Grand Pure Sage aligned with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and the laws of all things.

No matter how the Quasi-Saint beast struggled, it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree—utterly overestimating itself.

In the span of a single breath, the Quasi-Saint beast was wrapped in the Yin Yang Taiji and returned to the heavens and the earth.

The Four Dragon Kings stared in stunned disbelief, their very souls trembling.

"Is this the true power of a Sage?!"

The Sage's strike left the Xuan Sect disciples on the Nine Heavens Cloud Luan Carriage utterly dumbfounded.

The Uncle Master, who usually taught the Dao with a gentle demeanor and was known only for alchemy, had struck with such grandeur.

Guang Chengzi couldn't help but shake his head in awe.

"To annihilate a Quasi-Saint with a single hand—truly worthy of a Sage!"

The Grand Pure Sage became the focal point of heaven and earth, yet no one dared to meet his gaze.

Only after his phantom dispersed did a few divine senses sweep across the scene.

It was as if they were savoring the Sage's might from moments ago.

Ji Meng's heart churned with panic, pounding wildly.

The instant the Sage struck, he had gone numb.

Only three words remained in his mind: Unbeatable!

Not until the Grand Pure Sage departed did he barely steady his breath.

With the fall of the Quasi-Saint Strange Beast, Ji Meng let out a sigh.

"As expected, there was no chance."

Staying any longer in the East Sea would only be a waste of time.

Just as he was about to lead the Demon Army in retreat, he suddenly sensed something, paused mid-step, and looked back across the vast sea.

Boom!!!

The Quasi-Saint Strange Beast's vital blood was swept away by the seawater.

The once-calm sea suddenly churned with wind and clouds, as if chaos were being born anew.

An ancient and mighty aura erupted from the deep ocean.

A massive vortex absorbed the Strange Beast's vital blood.

A dazzling golden pillar of light shot up from the sea eye!

The entire East Sea was bathed in flowing golden radiance.

Then came a pressure like a mountain, crashing down!

The creatures of the East Sea trembled in terror, their faces panicked.

"Could another Sage be making a move?!"

The Four Dragon Kings felt a pull and suppression from their very bloodline.

They stared uncertainly at the golden pillar of light.

Within the endless brilliance, a colossal gate took shape.

The golden gate was studded with countless jewels, gleaming with flowing light.

Atop it coiled a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, so lifelike it seemed ready to soar into the sky at any moment.

It faintly exuded a wild, ancient, and overwhelming pressure.

Roar!!!

The true dragon's roar echoed across the East Sea.

The golden light gradually faded, fully revealing the gate's true form.

A phantom hovered before the gate, its pressure immense, its voice like thunder.

The Four Dragon Kings' minds shook, and they cried out in shock.

"The Ancestral Dragon?!"

On the Nine Heavens Cloud Luan Carriage, Xuandan raised an eyebrow slightly.

He hadn't expected the phantom before him to be the Ancestral Dragon, who had led the Dragon Clan to dominate the Prehistoric World during the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation.

He fixed his gaze on the Ancestral Dragon's phantom, listening intently.

"After my fall, the Dragon Clan can still slay a Quasi-Saint—the younger generation has not disappointed my hopes!"

"Let the Dragon Clan flourish alone, forever ruling the Prehistoric World!"

"The descendant who slew the Quasi-Saint shall receive my inheritance and revive the Dragon Clan!"

The Ancestral Dragon's voice continued to echo across the East Sea.

It reached the ears of every member of the Sea Race.

The Four Dragon Kings were instantly dumbfounded.

The Old Ancestor had left behind an inheritance, and they hadn't known?

The East Sea Dragon King was on the verge of tears.