"Why is the Old Ancestor pulling this trick too?"
Xuandan came back to his senses. Feeling the aura emanating from the inheritance, he suddenly understood.
The Strange Beast his master had slain had released Essence Blood that activated the Ancestral Dragon's Legacy.
Toward the end of the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation, the Ancestral Dragon had sensed what was coming.
He had feared that the Dragon Clan would fall into decline for good, with no chance to rise again.
So he had stored his accumulated treasures in the Dragon Gate.
He would wait until a junior of the Dragon Clan appeared who could slay a Quasi-Saint, then pass on the inheritance for them to carry forward.
If a Quasi-Saint from the Dragon Clan appeared in the East Sea, the inheritance would emerge on its own.
The other way was to activate it with a Quasi-Saint's Essence Blood, as had happened now.
This was mainly to ensure that the Dragon Clan could protect the inheritance.
From this, it seemed the Ancestral Dragon had thought everything through and left no real problems.
The problem was that the Quasi-Saint who had died hadn't been slain by the Dragon Clan.
Xuandan noticed that the Four Dragon Kings looked like they were laughing and crying at the same time.
The East Sea Dragon King couldn't help but let out a sorrowful sigh.
"Old Ancestor, did you never consider that the Quasi-Saint might not be killed by the Dragon Clan?!"
If things had gone according to the normal plan, the Dragon Clan could have used the Ancestral Dragon's Legacy to rise again.
They might even have had the power to stand on equal footing with the Demon Race.
But now, this huge blunder had happened.
The Ancestral Dragon's Legacy had emerged in such a farcical manner.
It was anyone's guess whether the Dragon Clan could protect it.
The glittering golden Dragon Gate stood abruptly above the East Sea.
It was like an ownerless treasure just sitting there, tempting every cultivator.
Xuandan furrowed his brows and muttered,
"Yikes... I have a feeling things are about to go wrong."
On the shore of the East Sea, Ji Meng clenched his fists as he led the Demon Army in preparing to withdraw.
He stared wide-eyed at the Ancestral Dragon's Legacy.
A crazed smile appeared on his face.
"The Ancestral Dragon's Legacy must be compensation from the Heavenly Dao for me, this Demon Sage."
"I lost the Primordial Golden Elixir, but now I've got the Ancestral Dragon's Legacy. Hahahaha..."
Calculating Against My Disciple Deserves Death!
The Ancestral Dragon's Legacy had appeared, and the Dragon Gate stood above the East Sea.
Countless mighty figures were drawn to it, eager to make a move.
With the advantage of being nearby, Demon Sage Ji Meng had been impatient for some time.
In an instant, he transformed into his Dragon True Form, hundreds of millions of zhang long.
He sped toward the Ancestral Dragon's Legacy as fast as he could.
If he could obtain the Ancestral Dragon's Legacy and the treasures it contained,
his strength would surely make another qualitative leap.
Raising one's strength at the Quasi-Saint realm was already incredibly difficult.
He had lost his chance at the Primordial Golden Elixir.
Now he was determined to seize the Ancestral Dragon's Legacy that had suddenly appeared.
The instant Demon Sage Ji Meng made his move,
the towering, world-spanning figure of the Grand Pure Sage appeared in the heavens once more.
At the same time, a gaze as profound as a starry river fell upon Ji Meng.
If he hadn't left, how would Ji Meng have dared show himself?
Ji Meng suddenly felt his whole body stiffen, and he could barely breathe.
He stood frozen like a statue, looking up in terror.
His gaze met the Grand Pure Sage's, and his heart shook violently.
He felt as though his heart might burst, and panic overwhelmed him.
His conscience weighed heavily on him, especially after witnessing a Sage in action.
His reverence for Sages had grown immeasurably.
Ji Meng could only pray that his scheme hadn't been exposed.
The countless gazes coveting the Ancestral Dragon's Legacy turned toward the Grand Pure Sage.
Laozi's emotionless voice suddenly rang out.
"You're certainly bold. After plotting against my personal disciple, you still dare covet the Ancestral Dragon's Legacy?"
His words sent shock waves through everyone.
The mighty figures of the Prehistoric World watching from the shadows,
the Four Dragon Kings, and the Xuan Sect disciples who had escaped with their lives were all stunned.
The East Sea Dragon King was particularly furious.
"So the Quasi-Saint Strange Beast appeared because someone was plotting against us!"
"Who could be so brazen?!"
The mighty figures of the Prehistoric World and the Xuan Sect disciples also began to speculate.
Xuandan wore a thoughtful expression and muttered,
"I've made friends in every direction. I never thought I had any enemies."
Ji Meng, meanwhile, was drenched in cold sweat, his conscience weighing heavily on him.
He alone knew that the Sage was talking about him.
Ji Meng's mind raced as he swallowed repeatedly.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He puffed out his chest and argued back.
"Even a Sage needs evidence when speaking."
"I'm withdrawing my troops from the East Sea. What does the Strange Beast's rampage have to do with me?"
"You can't just pin the blame on me, this Demon Sage. I refuse to accept it!"
Ji Meng forced himself to roar through his fear.
The Grand Pure Sage remained perfectly composed, his emotions impossible to read.
His indifferent gaze stayed fixed on Ji Meng.
"Are those your final words?"
Ji Meng's eyes bulged, and cold sweat poured down his face. He seemed on the verge of madness.
"No! You have no evidence. Even a Sage can't do whatever he wants!"
The Grand Pure Sage lowered his eyelids and gently waved his horsetail whisk.
"My words are the evidence."
"If you dare plot against my disciple, you'd better consider whether you can bear the consequences."
As his words fell, Ji Meng's face turned ashen.
Laozi raised one finger and pointed. Black and white intertwined, yin and yang converged.
It was as if the Three Thousand Great Daos and endless laws had gathered at his fingertip.
The boundless Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth did not gather at his fingertip.
Instead, it became a pillar of azure light that pierced through infinite space!
Wherever it passed, even time and space seemed to freeze!
It was the oppressive might of the supreme authority of the Prehistoric World!
A doomsday divine power descended, as if the Heavenly Dao itself had arrived!
The azure pillar of light appeared in the eyes of the billions of living beings in the East Sea.
The seemingly gentle attack instantly engulfed Ji Meng.
His true form, hundreds of millions of zhang long, let out a cracking sound under the unbearable strain.
Crack!!!
The Quasi-Saint's body shattered layer by layer.
The azure light contained the laws of life and death. It destroyed only the body, leaving the Nascent Soul unharmed.
Under the horrified gazes of countless mighty figures of the Prehistoric World,
Ji Meng's body, hundreds of millions of zhang long, shattered with a crash.
The soul-rending pain made him howl.
In less than three breaths, only his Nascent Soul remained above the sea.
At the same time, Samadhi True Fire enveloped his shattered body.
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