Ancestral Dragon's Scheme

The War of the Three Tribes was bound to happen sooner or later. Even without Luohu's existence, they would still fight fiercely. As long as the leaders of the three tribes wished to Become a Saint, they would need to borrow the luck of the Primordial World.

Hongjun said indifferently.

None of the Innate Three Races would have a good ending.

For a million years, the Dragon Race, Phoenix Race, and Qilin Race had each been consolidating their influence over the myriad races of the Primordial World, believing they could rule it together.

Don't be fooled by Ancestral Dragon's order for the Dragon Race to stay within the Four Seas; he himself was scouring the Primordial World for external allies.

The time for Hongjun to prove his Dao and Become a Saint was fast approaching. Within ten thousand years, Hongjun would prove his Dao and Become a Saint. This was the arrangement of the Great Dao itself, and also the setting of this book.

These reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods shouldn't exist. The Heavenly Dao was also setting up a grand scheme to eliminate these "outsiders."

One day, the Primordial World would completely eliminate all reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods who were outsiders.

But... cough cough, when it encountered Hongjun, this Great Dao, the Heavenly Dao had no rights at all.

Hongjun himself was an outsider. How dare the Heavenly Dao speak of eliminating the Great Dao?

Let's count the remaining reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods.

Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, First Qilin, Qiankun, Hongjun, Shi Chen, and half of Wangshu.

Now, in the entire Primordial World, only these few reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods remained. And the Innate Three Races, in their struggle for the position of "protagonist" of the Primordial World, were destined to fight to the death.

Although Old Ancestor Qiankun had escaped a calamity last time, he didn't know when another tribulation awaited him. As for Shi Chen...

To be honest, Shi Chen was quite well-behaved. He had been hiding in his Shi Chen Palace, never venturing out, and had been solely focused on seizing an opportunity to Become a Saint.

The collapse of the Moon Star was the will of heaven, a scheme to make Wangshu return to its origin. However, at the critical moment, the Great Dao was unwilling, which is why Wangshu was able to retain its consciousness.

Of course, to recover its origin, it would at least have to wait until after the Witch-Demon Tribulation.

This was the late stage of the War of the Three Tribes. Some powerful beings who listened to the Dao in the Purple Heaven Palace were born around this time.

East Sea, Dragon Palace.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"

Ancestral Dragon was in distress. To this day, he couldn't understand why Luohu had died so early.

He died at the beginning of the Dragon-Han Tribulation. What was he, Ancestral Dragon, supposed to do?

Luohu was a good partner because you never knew when he would stab you in the back.

But to be fair, Luohu would never go back on his word before achieving his goals.

Now that Luohu had died prematurely, who could he find?

Old Ancestor Qiankun was nowhere to be found, Yang Mei had fled into the Chaos, Shi Chen didn't show up, Old Ancestor Yin Yang was dead, and Wangshu had transformed into the moon.

These old ancestors of the Primordial World were either dead or missing. Where could Ancestral Dragon find allies?

Could it be Hongjun, that cunning old schemer?

Ancestral Dragon scoffed.

As a top-tier powerful being in the Primordial World, Hongjun was always scheming. Ancestral Dragon disdained such behavior.

Couldn't he learn from Ancestral Dragon? Do whatever he wanted, act recklessly, and do as he pleased.

"Wait! Wangshu isn't completely dead. Does that mean we can cooperate?"

Ancestral Dragon's eyes lit up. During the final battle of the Three Tribes, if Wangshu could cast down the power of moon essence to nourish the Dragon Race warriors, wouldn't that increase their chances of victory by several percent?

And what about Shi Chen? Ancestral Dragon had been searching for Shi Chen's whereabouts for a full seven Yuanhui.

He had some clues about Shi Chen's location, for example, Shi Chen was in the south...

Yes, Ancestral Dragon only knew one thing: Shi Chen was in the south.

"If we can pull Shi Chen into our Dragon Race's chariot, then the War of the Three Tribes will surely be won!"

Ancestral Dragon slammed the armrest of his dragon throne. First, he would find Shi Chen!

He remembered that guy was quite lustful. During the battle with Luohu, his eyes never left Wangshu... This was good!

"Second Brother! Bring nine Dragon Maidens at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal level to see me. I'm going out. Remember, the Dragon Maidens must have pure bloodlines, and they must be beautiful! Don't you dare bring me any mixed breeds, you scoundrel!"

Ancestral Dragon transmitted his voice to Candle Dragon.

"Yes, Eldest Brother."

Candle Dragon replied, then sighed softly.

He didn't know how many times Eldest Brother had used such foul language. Now, when the Dragon Race fought the Phoenix and Qilin, they had to shout these curses...

"I'll f*** your mom, WDNMD, CNM..."

"I really don't know when this will end!"

Candle Dragon patted his forehead helplessly, his head aching. He thought about how before battles, the Dragon Race would curse each other, fighting and scolding, making them seem like villains.

Wait, what were villains?

"The Sha Qi of the tribulation is getting deeper. It seems I can't hold back anymore. I can't let these Dragon Sons and Grandsons go out and fight blindly."

Ancestral Dragon closed his eyes to rest. Since arriving in the Primordial World, he hadn't had a single peaceful day. If his current psychological state were in his previous life, he would be soaking goji berries in a thermos.

Shi Chen Palace, Shi Chen Dojo, endless bamboo sea.

"This old ancestor has merged his three corpses and reached the peak of Quasi-Saint!"

A terrifying aura emanated from Shi Chen. For a moment, the creatures in Shi Chen's small world were suppressed, struggling to breathe, and all prostrated themselves on the ground.

Fortunately, the