In the early days of the Dragon-Han Tribulation, a meteor streaked across the sky beyond the heavens. A transmigrator arrived in the Primordial World.
This transmigrator became Great Immortal Yang Mei.
His first reaction after becoming Great Immortal Yang Mei was, I'm done for! Hongjun's going to scheme against me!
So he absolutely couldn't let Hongjun succeed.
Thus, he invited three fellow cultivators—Yin-Yang Ancestor, Qiankun Ancestor, and Old Ancestor Hongjun—to discuss the Dao together.
At that moment, Hongjun was sitting on Jade Capital Mountain, at a loss.
Because there were, like, a billion transmigrators in this world.
The Innate Three Races were vying for supremacy, so whether Dragon Race, Phoenix Race, or Qilin Clan, each harbored ambitions of unifying the Primordial World.
Yet right now, Ancestral Dragon had already become a transmigrator. Knowing the future, he understood that if Dragon Race kept fighting Phoenix Race and Qilin Clan, its eventual fate would be utterly miserable.
"Never thought I'd transmigrate and become Ancestral Dragon, the patriarch of one of the Primordial World's Innate Three Races!"
Deep within the Four Seas stood a magnificent, golden Dragon Palace.
A Daoist sat upon the throne.
Dragon energy coiled around him, and his aura was incredibly domineering. Wherever it reached, it pressed down on countless others.
This was the domineering aura unique to Dragon Race.
With a closer look, one would discover that this figure had far surpassed the mighty figures of the early Primordial World, reaching a realm no one else could attain.
The Quasi-Saint realm!
This name did not exist in that era.
The realm would only come into being later, when Hongjun lectured at Purple Heaven Palace.
Those who had reached this realm were generally called Ancestors.
For example, Old Ancestor Hongjun, Yin-Yang Ancestor, Old Ancestor Yang Mei, and Qiankun Ancestor...
In this era, the highest realm one could normally reach through cultivation, bloodline, or inheritance was Great Luo Golden Immortal.
For example, the protagonists and supporting characters of the Witch-Demon War: practically everyone in the Primordial World whose name was known had been born at this realm, then made a breakthrough after Hongjun lectured at Purple Heaven Palace.
The Daoist seated high upon the throne was none other than Ancestral Dragon, the progenitor of Dragon Race.
But he was no longer Ancestral Dragon. He was a transmigrator from another world.
In his world, everything that happened in the Primordial World had long since been laid out clearly in novels.
So now, he knew all the secrets and opportunities of the Primordial World.
He believed that with his foreknowledge, he could surely lord it over the Primordial World and toy with all its innate mighty figures in the palm of his hand.
What's more, he had obtained a system called the Dragon Race Low-Key Development System. The more Dragon Race reproduced, the stronger he would become.
Truly, having children made you stronger!
With such a great start, he was certain he couldn't lose.
And unlike Phoenix Race and Qilin Clan, dragons were notoriously lustful. How could having children possibly be a problem for Dragon Race?
The first order he gave after transmigrating was for Dragon Race to stop going out and picking fights all the damn time, and to have more children instead. Developing the clan was the top priority.
"Elder Brother... forgive me for speaking frankly."
At the time, his younger brother Candle Dragon had said to him:
"Dragon Race is already doing everything it can to reproduce."
"Hm??"
Freshly transmigrated, he was completely baffled.
Dragon Race had already been doing everything it could to have children. Who among the Innate Three Races didn't know how important descendants were?
The older generation had temporarily reached the limits of their cultivation, so growing the population had always been a top priority for all three races.
Besides, this was only the early days of the Primordial World. Even beings born after the world's creation possessed the cultivation of immortals.
Could you even find an Earth Immortal in the Primordial World? Did such a thing exist? There were practically none that weak.
No matter how poor one's natural aptitude, one was born with immortal cultivation.
Earth Immortals were exceedingly rare—one might even say they were as scarce as Ancestors.
One in a hundred million.
The three races were currently doing everything they could to produce dragons, phoenixes, and qilins.
Every additional descendant meant a better chance of winning.
They were all preparing for the War of the Three Tribes.
Everyone knew that a great war between the three tribes was inevitable.
Taking all this into account, Ancestral Dragon ordered Candle Dragon:
"Then pass down my command: from now on, no member of Dragon Race is allowed to leave the Four Seas. Everyone stays home and makes more dragons."
"Elder Brother! Forgive me for speaking frankly again."
Candle Dragon continued:
"Dragon Race already occupies the Four Seas, and our population has filled every inch of space there. If we don't expand into the rivers and lands, even if we have more descendants, there'll be nowhere for them to live."
"Seriously? What's going on? Wasn't the Primordial World supposed to be boundless? The Four Seas are this small?"
Ancestral Dragon cried out in shock.
Wasn't the Primordial World supposed to be infinitely vast? Wasn't it said to expand by 129,600 li every second?
Candle Dragon looked at his elder brother's astonished expression, puzzled. What was going on with him today?
Had he been in seclusion too long? Had his brain gone soft?
He only dared think that to himself. He wouldn't dream of saying it aloud. With his elder brother acting like this, he might get beaten senseless without regard for their family ties.
"Elder Brother, you're clinging to appearances. The Primordial World is only said to be boundless. You and I were both born from Chaos Demon Gods who once contended with Pangu. Though our cultivation is no longer what it was, how could the Primordial World Pangu created possibly be boundless to us? And besides, the Four Seas..."
"Uh..."
Ancestral Dragon was stunned. Damn it, that wasn't how the other novels described it!
They all said the Primordial World was boundless. He'd thought it was so vast that Dragon Race could just develop in the Four Seas without fighting the other two races.
Looking at the situation before him, he asked the system:
"System, don't you have any rewards or anything? A starter pack? A beginner's draw?"
"This system doesn't have any of that flashy nonsense. Please work hard to grow the population of Dragon Race."
The system replied in a monotone.
"Damn it!"
Ancestral Dragon couldn't help swearing.
How the hell was he supposed to develop Dragon Race any further? It was already like this. If it grew anymore, wouldn't it have to fight Phoenix Race and Qilin Clan?
And the result of that...
Would be the same old story.
Burdened with immense karmic debt from the Primordial World, Dragon Race would no longer be a race of dragons, but a race of cannon fodder.
Dragon Sons and Grandsons would become delicacies on the tables of the Heavenly Court in later generations...
How could that be acceptable? Dragon Race was destined to rule the Primordial World! The rest of the world would have to bow beneath its claws.
Otherwise, wouldn't he be disgracing himself as a transmigrator?
"Wait, System. Dragon Race already numbers in the hundreds of millions. You should at least give me a reward for every hundred million, or even for every amount below that, right?"
He suddenly caught on and said to the system.
"..."
The system fell silent for a moment, then replied.
[Dragon Race population has exceeded one hundred million. Rewarding host with one Innate Ren Water Peach Tree.]
Then Ancestral Dragon felt an Innate Ren Water Peach Tree appear inside him. Whenever he wanted, he could take it out and plant it.
The Innate Ren Water Flat Peaches were in a completely different league from the Flat Peach trees of the Heavenly Court in later generations.
The Heavenly Court's Flat Peach trees were all branches of this tree!
This was the original source.
Just one Flat Peach could let someone immediately attain the Golden Immortal realm, and every million years, thirty peaches would ripen that could let someone immediately attain the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
The system could actually produce such a treasure!
Without a second thought, Ancestral Dragon celebrated first and asked questions later.
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