Prehistoric World: I've Wreaked Havoc on the Three Religions, Aren't You Going to Split Up?

"Why is the Old Ancestor playing this trick too?"

Xuandan came back to his senses, feeling the aura emanating from the inheritance, and suddenly understood in his heart.

The Strange Beast slain by his Master had shed its essence blood, awakening the Ancestral Dragon's inheritance.

At the end of the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation, the Ancestral Dragon had sensed something.

Fearing that the Dragon clan would completely decline, with no chance to rise again, He stored his accumulated power within the Dragon Gate.

He only awaited a Dragon clan junior who could slay a Quasi-Saint to obtain the inheritance and carry it forward.

If a Quasi-Saint Dragon appeared in the East Sea, the inheritance would emerge on its own.

The second method was like the present—using Quasi-Saint essence blood to open it.

This way, the Dragon clan could also guard the inheritance securely.

From this, it seemed the Ancestral Dragon had considered everything thoroughly, with no real issues.

The problem was that the fallen Quasi-Saint had not been slain by the Dragon clan.

Xuandan noticed that the Four Dragon Kings' expressions were caught between tears and laughter.

The East Sea Dragon King couldn't help but sigh in grief and indignation.

"Old Ancestor, did you never consider that this Quasi-Saint wasn't killed by the Dragon clan?!"

If things had gone according to the normal process, the Dragon clan could have used the Ancestral Dragon's inheritance to stage a comeback.

They might even have gained the capital to stand as equals against the Demon Army.

Now such a huge blunder had occurred.

The Ancestral Dragon's inheritance had emerged in such a dramatic fashion.

Whether it could even be defended was a question.

The golden, gleaming Dragon Gate stood abruptly above the East Sea.

Like an ownerless treasure laid out there, tempting all cultivators.

Xuandan furrowed his brow and muttered.

"Tsk... feels like trouble's brewing."

At the shore of the East Sea, Ji Meng, leading the Demon Army preparing to withdraw, clenched his fists.

He stared wide-eyed, fixated on the Ancestral Dragon's inheritance.

A maniacal grin spread across his face.

"The Ancestral Dragon's inheritance—surely this is Heaven's compensation to This Demon Sage."

"Losing the Primordial Golden Elixir, and now gaining the Ancestral Dragon's inheritance, hahaha..."

Chapter 34: Scheming Against This Humble Daoist's Disciple Deserves Death!

The Ancestral Dragon's inheritance had appeared, the Dragon Gate standing above the East Sea.

Countless great powers' gazes were drawn to it, eager to make a move.

The first to get a foothold would seize the advantage, and Demon Sage Ji Meng could hardly wait.

He instantly transformed into his true Dragon form, millions of zhang in size.

Racing at top speed toward the Ancestral Dragon's inheritance.

As long as he could obtain the inheritance and the treasures left within, His own strength would surely make a qualitative leap.

Improving strength at the Quasi-Saint realm was already as hard as reaching the heavens.

The chance for the Primordial Golden Elixir had already been lost.

Now he was determined to firmly grasp the sudden appearance of the Ancestral Dragon's inheritance.

The moment Demon Sage Ji Meng moved, The Grand Pure Sage's towering, heaven-spanning figure once again manifested between heaven and earth.

At the same time, his gaze, deep as the Milky Way, fell upon Ji Meng.

If he hadn't left, how would Ji Meng dare to show himself?

Ji Meng instantly felt his entire body stiffen, unable to breathe.

He stood frozen like a statue, lifting his head with a terrified gaze.

Meeting the Grand Pure Sage's eyes, his heart pounded wildly.

He felt as if his heart was about to burst, panic overwhelming him.

His conscience was uneasy, especially after witnessing the Sage's power in action.

His reverence for the Sage was now immeasurably profound.

Ji Meng could only pray that the matter had not been exposed.

Countless covetous gazes, still fixed on the Ancestral Dragon's inheritance, now converged upon the Grand Pure Sage.

Laozi's voice suddenly rang out, utterly devoid of emotion.

"Quite bold, aren't you? After scheming against This Humble Daoist's personal disciple, you still dare to harbor designs on the Ancestral Dragon's legacy?"

These words struck like a stone thrown into a still lake, stirring a thousand ripples.

Whether it was the great powers of the Prehistoric World spying from the shadows, or the Four Dragon Kings and the escaped Xuan Sect disciples—all were shaken to the core.

The East Sea Dragon King flew into a thunderous rage.

"So the appearance of that Quasi-Saint Strange Beast was a setup against us!"

"Who is it? Who dares such audacity?!"

At the same time, the great powers of the Prehistoric World and the Xuan Sect disciples were also caught in suspicion.

Xuandan wore a contemplative expression, muttering to himself.

"This Humble Daoist has friends in all directions—I never imagined I had an enemy."

But at this moment, Ji Meng was drenched in cold sweat, his heart pounding with guilt.

Only he knew that the Sage was speaking of him.

Ji Meng's mind raced as he swallowed again and again.

Then, suddenly, his eyes lit up. He raised his head and puffed out his chest to retort.

"A Sage must speak with evidence when making accusations."

"This Demon Sage withdrew his troops from the East Sea—what does that beast uprising have to do with me?"

"You can't just pin the blame on This Demon Sage's head! I won't accept it!"

Ji Meng roared, barely suppressing the terror clawing at his heart.

The Grand Pure Sage remained utterly composed, his joy and anger inscrutable.

His indifferent gaze never left Ji Meng.

"Is this the final words you wish to leave behind?"

Ji Meng's eyes instantly split at the corners, cold sweat pouring down as if he were teetering on the edge of madness.

"No! You have no proof! Even a Sage cannot do as he pleases!"

The Grand Pure Sage's eyelids drooped slightly as he gently waved his horsetail whisk.

"What This Sage says is proof itself."

"To dare scheme against This Humble Daoist's disciple—you had best consider whether you can bear the consequences."

As his words fell, Ji Meng's face turned ashen.

Laozi lightly extended a single finger, and at its tip, black and white interwove, yin and yang converged.

It was as if the Three Thousand Great Daos and the endless laws of existence had condensed upon that fingertip.

The vast Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth did not gather at his fingertip—

Instead, it transformed into a pillar of cyan light that pierced through boundless space!

Wherever it passed, even time and space themselves seemed to freeze!

The true majesty of the Prehistoric World's supreme authority pressed down!

Like the world-annihilating divine might of the Heavenly Dao's ultimate sage descending!

The cyan pillar of light appeared in the eyes of the billions of living beings in the East Sea.

The calm, unassuming strike instantly enveloped Ji Meng.

His true body, millions of zhang in size, let out a shattering sound, as if it could no longer bear the weight.

Crack!!!

The Quasi-Saint's physical form shattered layer by layer.

The cyan light contained the laws of life and death—it destroyed only the flesh, sparing the Primordial Spirit.

Under the horrified gazes of countless great powers in the Prehistoric World, Ji Meng's millions-of-zhang body exploded into fragments.

The heart-wrenching agony drove him to howl in anguish.

In less than three breaths, only his Primordial Spirit remained standing above the sea.

At the same time, his shattered flesh was engulfed by the Samadhi True Fire.