However, this was only the beginning. The rewards just wouldn't stop!
[Dragon Race population detected to have exceeded one billion. Rewarding host with the Innate Spiritual Treasure: Dragon God Palace Realm] [Dragon Race population detected to have exceeded ten billion. Rewarding host...] [...] [Dragon population detected to have exceeded one trillion. Host receives a trillion-member gift pack!] [Ping! Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Innate Supreme Treasure: Shi Chen Bamboo Flute] [Ping! Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Innate Supreme Treasure: Wangshu Moon Wheel] [Ping! Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Innate Supreme Treasure: Yang Mei Willow Whip] [Ping! Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Innate Supreme Treasure: Jade Disk of Creation Fragment] [Ping! Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Chaos Supreme Treasure: River of Destiny]
"Holy crap! A billionfold critical hit right from the start?"
Looking at the rewards he possessed at that very moment—countless spiritual treasures, four Innate Supreme Treasures, and one Chaos Supreme Treasure—
Ancestral Dragon was stunned.
With rewards like these, what did he have to fear? Why the hell should he keep his head down?
But his cultivation still wasn't strong enough. He'd have to plan carefully.
The sudden flood of rewards hadn't gone to his head, so he remained calm.
Now that he had so many treasures, and the Dragon Race had probably reached the limit of its growth, he should recruit outside help!
As for why he wanted to make plans?
Ha! Did you think I, Ancestral Dragon, was an idiot?
Hongjun, Qiankun, Yang Mei, and Luohu.
Weren't all of them probably at the Quasi-Saint peak by now?
After all, this wasn't yet the explosive phase of the Dragon-Han Tribulation.
This was the Dao-Devil War.
The main characters were Luohu and Hongjun.
What kind of opportunities would the protagonists of a tribulation get? That went without saying, right?
Hongjun had so many treasures in his hands: the Pangu Banner, the Taiji Diagram, and the Jade Disk of Creation.
Yang Mei's true form was the Hollow Willow, which could take in any magic treasure.
And Luohu had the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, one of the Primordial World's three great killing formations.
How could those old ancestors, reincarnations of Chaos Demon Gods, possibly have no means of protecting themselves?
Conquer the Primordial World? Doing that now would make him a fool.
What he should do now was recruit outside help—reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods, of course, with Hongjun and Luohu excluded.
Hongjun was an old schemer, and Luohu couldn't be trusted.
When would be the best time to start a great war?
Answer: after the Dao-Devil War.
After the Dao-Devil War, Luohu would die, and Hongjun would have to comprehend the Dao and become a Saint.
According to the novels he'd read back then, once Hongjun began comprehending the Dao, he wouldn't finish until after the Witches and Demons appeared and the War of the Three Tribes had ended.
During that gap, as long as he defeated the Innate Three Races and unified the Primordial World,
he could become a Saint before Hongjun.
After all, Hongjun comprehended the Dao by Severing Three Corpses.
As for me, I'll use my destiny to break through and become a Saint in one fell swoop!
The time required for those two methods wasn't even remotely comparable!
"Has anything important happened within the clan lately?"
He asked Candle Dragon.
"Old Ancestor Hongjun once came to the Dragon Race, hoping to persuade our clan not to act so tyrannically, or we'd surely become entangled in karma. Harmony, they said—what a joke. Why would our Dragon Race fear getting entangled in karma? Some of our people even mocked him for being a scruffy old man. It wasn't anything serious, though. What someone looks like is all in the heart, and he didn't make much of it."
Ancestral Dragon exclaimed, "Little brother, well done! Remember, don't believe anything Hongjun says!"
That old geezer Hongjun was rotten to the core! Was he already trying to scheme against my Dragon Race? If we didn't act tyrannically, we'd probably have been reduced to someone else's meal long ago! There were even Golden-Winged Great Pengs in the North Sea that preyed on our Dragon Race!
"Don't act tyrannically" had another meaning, too: it was a way to give the other two races time to develop.
After all, the Dragon Race was far too powerful. Its strength far surpassed that of the Qilin and Phoenix races.
Among Dragon Sons and Grandsons of the same Golden Immortal level, one dragon could take on two phoenixes... laugh.jpg
"Yes, big brother!"
"I'm so screwed..."
I was just sitting at home, and somehow the blame had fallen from the sky.
Hongjun's face was filled with exasperation.
The Hongjun who'd gone to persuade Ancestral Dragon was the original body. What did that have to do with me, the Great Dao?
But since I'd "possessed" him, I had no choice but to inherit that karma. As it happened, the Great Dao wasn't tainted by karma.
"Why do transmigrators always have it in for Hongjun?"
Hongjun wore a strange expression.
What had his former self done to make them dislike Hongjun so much?
(The Great Dao had always been in charge of the Heavenly Dao; the name Hongjun's origin.)
It seemed there hadn't been any conspiracy or anything. If anything, he'd been someone who loved the Primordial World dearly. Those people had just made it all up themselves.
He'd given everything for the Primordial World, yet they called it a conspiracy and cursed him every day. I feel sorry for myself for a minute—wait, there are no minutes here. Then I'll feel sorry for myself for a year.
And somewhere in the Primordial World—
"I've been wondering, I didn't do anything. How did I end up transmigrating?"
Xuan Chen was vexed. He hadn't been in a car accident, nor had he seen nine stars align. He hadn't spilled instant noodles on his keyboard and electrocuted himself to death, either. So how had he transmigrated? Did this make any sense?
Thinking back to before he transmigrated, he'd apparently just gone to sleep.
Could he have been wafted over by the stench of Second Bro's feet from the bunk below?
Never mind the reason he'd transmigrated. The real problem was that the world he'd ended up in was way too difficult!
The Primordial World—the vast, boundless world created by Great God Pangu. Golden Immortals were as common as dogs, Great Luos were everywhere, and only Quasi-Saints dared to throw their weight around during the Journey to the West. It was way too dangerous!
"Though it's dangerous, the opportunities are just as abundant."
In the Primordial World, even an ordinary weed would be an extraordinary treasure in another world, especially now, at the beginning of the Dragon-Han Tribulation.
"My roots are extraordinary. I should give it a shot!"
His roots really were extraordinary: he was the True Spirit of an elite-grade Innate Spiritual Root.
Throughout the Primordial World, those roots already put him on a level with the powerful beings who would appear during the War of the Witches and Demons.
Of course, what made this Innate Spiritual Root's original True Spirit truly extraordinary was that it had another identity.
That was the Old Ancestor Shi Chen, one of the Chaos Demon Gods and a peak master of the Law of Time.
And he had absorbed Shi Chen's True Spirit.
"From now on, there is no more Xuan Chen of the Human Race. There is only Divine Bamboo Shi Chen!"
Xuan Chen—or rather, Shi Chen—declared loudly.
As he saw it, whether or not it did any good, he just had to shout it out. He'd read plenty of Honghuang genre novels and didn't want to be treated as an anomaly.
Poor Old Ancestor Shi Chen still hadn't escaped this calamity.
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