What Do Luohu's Schemes Have to Do with Me, Hongjun?

Given how powerful the Dragon Race currently was, if the Three Thousand Guests from the Purple Heavens Palace were to face the Dragon army right now... Tsk, tsk. Did they know what it meant to be melted in an instant?

It was precisely because the Innate Three Races were all so powerful that whenever a conflict broke out, it was generally between the armies of two races.

At that moment, Ancestral Dragon looked at Hongjun with confidence and shouted:

"Answer me, Hongjun!"

Facing Hongjun's colossal, hundred-million-zhang Dharma form, Ancestral Dragon wasn't the least bit afraid.

The dignity of transmigrators would be protected by him, Ancestral Dragon!

"How are Luohu's schemes against your Innate Three Races any concern of mine, Hongjun?"

Hongjun's expression remained calm.

"Don't think I don't know. I obtained a Jade Disk of Creation Fragment long ago. Yuanfeng, First Qilin, and I all comprehended the path to sainthood from it. That's why we fought so fiercely to seize the Primordial World. Dare you say you had nothing to do with it?"

Ancestral Dragon asked with a playful expression.

Hongjun chuckled.

"The Jade Disk of Creation Fragment was your opportunity. How did that become my scheme?"

"Wasn't it you who used the Jade Disk of Creation to scheme against our three races? Even Luohu didn't know you had that trick up your sleeve, did he?"

Ancestral Dragon sneered.

"Poor Luohu, calling himself the Demon Ancestor. What a joke. In the end, he was under your thumb the whole time!"

"I'm grateful for your praise, Daoist Ancestral Dragon, but I did not use the Jade Disk of Creation to scheme against your three races!"

Hongjun smiled.

"Go on, heap whatever accusations you like on me. Your performance is most entertaining; I'm enjoying it immensely."

"Holy crap! Is Ancestral Dragon brainless? Has his brain gone kaput?"

Shi Chen stared, dumbfounded. He really hadn't expected it—and had never seen it before—but Ancestral Dragon was actually this stupid.

He was confronting Hongjun head-on, and a Hongjun who had attained sainthood, no less. How dare he?

After Hongjun became a Saint, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he could easily beat Ancestral Dragon, even with a Chaos Supreme Treasure, using one hand.

The gap was enormous.

As fellow transmigrators, even Shi Chen could feel that oppressive presence.

That was the path of Primordial Unity. Anyone who hadn't attained Primordial Unity couldn't compare!

To put it plainly, Quasi-Saints were still within the realm of Great Luo Golden Immortals. How could they compare to a Saint?

"Besides, Hongjun wasn't scheming or anything. Even if he wanted to scheme, he couldn't have brought down the Three Races. They brought this on themselves. Otherwise, Hongjun wouldn't have intervened."

Shi Chen shook his head.

Sure enough, things had developed into that one-in-a-million possibility, all because Ancestral Dragon had thought himself clever.

If he'd gone straight to war with the other two races from the start, perhaps there would've been a sliver of hope—a tiny chance of attaining sainthood.

But in this situation... forget Hongjun—even Shi Chen would've targeted the Dragon Race if he were going to become a Saint.

The living beings of the Three Races covered the Primordial World. There were simply too many of them.

If Shi Chen were Hongjun, he wouldn't have been able to hold back either.

If things continued like this, the Primordial World would be shattered.

"Damn it!"

Ancestral Dragon couldn't help cursing. Had he been wrong? Was Hongjun not the one scheming behind the scenes?

And why did Hongjun sound so cheeky? Was there even a hint of sarcasm in his words?

"Fine! Even if you didn't use the Jade Disk of Creation to scheme against our three races, what about now?

"What do you have to say for yourself? You can be a Saint all you like, but what gives you the right to discipline our three races?

"My Dragon Race was peacefully guarding the Four Seas. Why would you do such a thing?"

Ancestral Dragon could set aside the previous question, since it had only been a guess.

What he really wanted to know was what gave Hongjun the right to interfere in the affairs of the Three Races.

"Don't you just want the Dragon Race to perish alongside the Phoenix Race and the Qilin Race?"

He looked furious and spoke with righteous indignation.

"Exactly."

Hongjun nodded with complete seriousness.

"You're absolutely right. The first choice I gave you was to have your three races perish together. If you all perish together, that would be wonderful."

"What?!"

"He actually admitted it!"

"How shameless! He wants our three races to perish together so he can reap the benefits!"

"Uh..."

Ancestral Dragon froze. He was a little dazed; he hadn't expected Hongjun to admit it outright. He continued:

"Good. As long as you admit it!"

"Yes, I admitted it. And then?"

Hongjun replied casually.

"And then... then..."

Hongjun's admission had been so direct that Ancestral Dragon's thoughts had jammed. He didn't even know what to say.

Then he thought for a moment, and his eyes lit up.

"Then your scheme against our three races is exposed!"

Hongjun asked again, "How have I schemed against your three races?"

"You want our three races to fight until one side or the other is dead. Isn't that so?"

Ancestral Dragon shot back.

After he finished speaking, Yuanfeng and First Qilin also watched Hongjun tensely, waiting to hear what he would say next.

Hongjun replied as if it were only natural:

"Yes, that's what I want. Is there a problem? But how have I schemed against your three races?"

Uh...

Ancestral Dragon was stunned. He'd never imagined someone could speak so self-righteously about wanting another person dead.

Yuanfeng and First Qilin were stunned as well.

"What gives you the right?!"

He couldn't explain what Hongjun had supposedly schemed against him, so that was all he could say.

"What gives me the right?"

Hongjun's lips curved slightly upward.

"You tell me. What gives me the right?"

Hongjun waved his hand, and the sky shifted dramatically.

Ancestral Dragon grew wary. Could it be that Hongjun had lost the argument, grown furious, and was about to fight him?

But that wasn't it.

Hongjun had no intention of attacking them. With a wave of his hand, scenes from all across the Primordial World over the past hundreds of thousands of years appeared in the sky, along with the many things that had happened between the Dragon Race, the Phoenix Race, and the Qilin Race.

In the Four Seas, the Dragon Race had filled every inch of space beneath the waves. On land, the Qilin Race had filled every corner.

At the Undying Volcano in the south, countless members of the Phoenix Race crowded around the volcano's mouth.

The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Races had nearly filled the entire Primordial World. The other living beings—no, the other innate gods and demons—had virtually no room left to survive.

Members of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Races were each absorbing Spiritual Qi, desperately expanding their numbers.

If they'd merely left other living beings with nowhere to survive, that would've been one thing. After all, it would've been a conflict between the living beings of the Primordial World.

But the Three Races' existence had already placed an unbearable strain on the Primordial World.

Spiritual Qi grew thinner and thinner. Some acquired living beings were born with only Earth Immortal cultivation, while some innate gods and demons could manage only Mystic Immortal cultivation when they took form.

They were all already underdeveloped.

(The Phoenix and Qilin Races will get their arrangements. Surely we can't let so many innocent living beings die? There are probably only three or four more chapters about the Three Races.)