"War between the three races was inevitable. Even without Luohu, they would still fight each other to the bitter end. As long as the leaders of all three races wanted to become saints, they would have to rely on the Primordial World's fortune."
Hongjun said blandly.
None of the Innate Three Races would come to a good end.
For a million years, the Dragon Race, Phoenix Race, and Qilin Race had each been expanding their influence by subjugating the myriad races of the Primordial World. They all believed they could unite the Primordial World.
Ancestral Dragon had ordered the Dragon Race not to leave the Four Seas, but he himself had been searching the entire Primordial World for allies.
The time for Hongjun to prove the Dao and become a saint was approaching. In less than ten thousand years, he would achieve sainthood. That was the arrangement made by Hongjun, the Great Dao, and the setting of this book.
These reincarnations of Chaos Demon Gods were never supposed to exist. The Heavenly Dao was laying out a grand plan to eliminate these "outsiders."
One day, the Primordial World would wipe out every reincarnated Chaos Demon God who belonged among the outsiders.
But... ahem. Hongjun was the Great Dao, so the Heavenly Dao had no rights at all.
Hongjun was an outsider himself. How could the Heavenly Dao dare to say it would eliminate the Great Dao?
Let's take stock of the remaining reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods.
Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, First Qilin, Qiankun, Hongjun, Shi Chen, and half of Wangshu.
These were the only reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods still left in the entire Primordial World. And with the Innate Three Races vying to become the "protagonists" of the Primordial World, they were fated to fight to the death.
Qiankun Ancestor had escaped disaster last time, but who knew when another calamity might come for him? As for Shi Chen...
To be honest, Shi Chen was quite well-behaved. He had stayed cooped up in Shi Chen Palace, never setting foot outside, and had been waiting for an opportunity to become a saint.
The destruction of Moon Star had been Heaven's will, a scheme to return Wangshu to her source. But at the crucial moment, the Great Dao had refused to let it happen, which was why Wangshu had been able to retain her consciousness.
Of course, she wouldn't be able to return to her source until after the Witch-Demon Tribulation, at the very earliest.
The War of the Three Tribes was now in its final stages. Many of the mighty figures who would later listen to the Dao in the Purple Sky Palace were also born around this time.
East Sea, Dragon Palace.
"Damn it, what the hell happened?"
Ancestral Dragon looked troubled. He still couldn't understand why Luohu had died so early.
He had died at the beginning of the Dragon-Han Tribulation. What was Ancestral Dragon supposed to do now?
Luohu had been an excellent partner, because you never knew when he might stab you in the back.
But to be fair, until he achieved his goal, Luohu would never go back on his word.
Now that Luohu had died early, who was Ancestral Dragon supposed to turn to?
Qiankun Ancestor was nowhere to be found, Yang Mei had fled into chaos, Shi Chen had never shown himself, Yin-Yang Ancestor was dead, and Wangshu had turned into the moon.
Those few primordial ancestors were either dead or missing. Where was Ancestral Dragon supposed to find any allies?
Was he supposed to seek out Hongjun, that scheming old fox?
Ancestral Dragon gave a disdainful smile.
As one of the top mighty figures in the Primordial World, Ancestral Dragon looked down on the way Hongjun schemed at every turn.
Why couldn't he learn from Ancestral Dragon? Do whatever he wanted, act with abandon, and have everything his own way.
"Wait! Wangshu isn't completely dead. Does that mean we can work together?"
Ancestral Dragon's eyes lit up. If he could have Wangshu send down the power of moonlight to nourish the Dragon Race's warriors during the decisive battle between the three races, wouldn't that increase their odds of victory by several times?
And then there was Shi Chen. Ancestral Dragon had already spent seven full eras searching for him.
He had some leads on Shi Chen's whereabouts. For example, Shi Chen was in the south...
That was right. All Ancestral Dragon knew was that Shi Chen was in the south.
"If I can get Shi Chen to join the Dragon Race, then we'll definitely win the War of the Three Tribes!"
Ancestral Dragon slammed the armrest of his throne. He would go find Shi Chen first!
He remembered that fellow was quite the lecher. When they had fought Luohu, he hadn't been able to take his eyes off Wangshu... That was all the better!
"Second Brother! Bring nine dragon maidens at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level to see me. Come with me for a trip. Remember, they must have pure bloodlines, and they must be good-looking! Don't you damn dare bring me a couple of mixed-bloods!"
Ancestral Dragon sent a voice transmission to Candle Dragon.
"Yes, Eldest Brother."
Candle Dragon replied, then sighed softly.
He had no idea how many times Eldest Brother had cursed by now. It had gotten so bad that whenever the Dragon Race fought the Phoenix Race or Qilin Race, they would shout a few of those curses too...
"Fuck your monkey! WDNMD, cnm..."
"I wonder when this will ever end!"
Candle Dragon helplessly slapped his forehead. What a headache. Whenever the Dragon Race fought, they cursed and swore the whole time, making themselves look like villains.
Wait, what did "villain" mean?
The baleful energy of the tribulation was growing stronger and stronger. It looked like they couldn't afford to go easy anymore. They couldn't let those Dragon Sons and Grandsons run around picking fights.
Ancestral Dragon closed his eyes to rest. Ever since he had arrived in the Primordial World, he hadn't had a single peaceful day. If he'd been back in his previous life, his state of mind would've had him brewing goji berries in a thermos.
Shi Chen Palace, Shi Chen Dojo, endless bamboo forest.
"This Ancestor has united the Three Corpses and reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm!"
A terrifying aura burst from Shi Chen. For a moment, the creatures in his small world could hardly breathe beneath its pressure, and every one of them lay prostrate on the ground.
Fortunately, the aura faded after just a moment.
Shi Chen was afraid he would crush all the creatures in his world.
"System, you really can't give me that Primordial Violet Qi?"
Even after reaching the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, Shi Chen still wore a bitter expression.
The system had taken back his Primordial Violet Qi. Otherwise, the merit he'd earned from killing Luohu would have been more than enough for him to become a saint by now.
[Good grief, you useless host, what were you thinking? You still want a reward? You haven't even completed your mission!]
The system sounded a little annoyed.
Although it had been the one to urge him to go down there in the first place, after Luohu died, he should've ambushed Hongjun! What good was giving him a Chaos Spirit Treasure? He hadn't even dared to touch Hongjun, and all he ever did was bully little fry.
[Host, you've already broken your word to me. How can you expect me to hand over your reward in advance?]
[Besides, host, you've been holed up here for nine eras. If you don't go out soon, the Innate Three Races will be gone. Do you still think you can become a saint before Hongjun?]
"System, isn't all of this still your fault? If you'd given me another method to prove the Dao, would it have been this hard? You gave me the Method of Severing the Three Corpses. Do you know how many years I spent severing these corpses? Do you know what these past million years have been like for me?!"
Shi Chen's handsome face was full of grievance. He was so wronged!
He, Shi Chen, was so damn wronged! Severing the Three Corpses came with side effects. For example, after severing his benevolent corpse, he had been completely without benevolent thoughts for a long time—about ten thousand years or so.
The other two corpses had been the same. The Self Corpse in particular—when he severed it, he had nearly lost himself!
He had nearly lost his true self.
What would happen if he lost his true self?
He would merge with the Dao—merge with it directly. Without a self, he would lose his True Spirit.
Fortunately, after seeing Shi Chen's insane operation, the system had preserved his True Spirit. Otherwise, Shi Chen would already have merged with the Dao.
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