Chapter Forty-Five: My Dragon Race Attacks Heaven Today!

Ancestral Dragon covered his face. He felt a little aggrieved.

Just now, he'd felt like a newbie getting bullied by some random player.

But after that feeling came boundless fury.

His anger set all his reason ablaze.

He was Ancestral Dragon! A dignified transmigrator! He had a system, a Chaos Supreme Treasure protecting him, and countless Innate Supreme Treasures and Innate Spiritual Treasures at his disposal!

And yet today! An NPC had swollen half his head with a slap!

That was right—an NPC. To a transmigrator like him, everyone in this world was just an NPC, waiting for him to win them over.

He'd actually been slapped in the face by an NPC??

He was furious!

To be fair, this Intelligence Reduction Halo was pretty impressive. It had actually managed to gradually reduce its host's intelligence from something to nothing. Truly remarkable.

"H Hongjun! You're going to die today!"

His eyes burned with boundless fury as he roared at Hongjun.

Slap!

Just as Ancestral Dragon was fuming, roaring, and preparing to unleash his hidden power before grinding Hongjun into the ground—

Hongjun's expression turned strange, and he slapped him again.

Unlike last time, Ancestral Dragon saw it with his own eyes. Hongjun shrank down, flashed in front of him, raised his hand with a faint smile, and slapped him.

At that moment, Ancestral Dragon wanted to move, to flee, to dodge the slap.

But he couldn't. He was completely powerless to resist.

So this was how helpless he was before a Saint!

He desperately tried to activate the magical power within him and urge his Supreme Treasures and Spiritual Treasures into action, but none of it worked.

The slap still landed on his other cheek.

In an instant, Ancestral Dragon's face looked remarkably symmetrical.

It was just a size bigger than before.

So this was the power of a Saint?

He'd been brimming with ambition and denouncing Saints, but after those two slaps, he felt like he wanted to back down.

"Saints can't appear unless there's a great tribulation, and they can't interfere in the conflicts of the Primordial World. Hongjun, are you really determined to make an enemy of my Dragon Race?"

He glared at Hongjun and said,

"Are you not afraid that the Saint position you schemed so hard to obtain will disappear? I'm warning you! I'm giving you a chance right now. If you retreat immediately, I, the Dragon Emperor, will let bygones be bygones!"

Slap!

Hongjun chuckled and slapped him again.

"Who told you that Saints can only appear during a great tribulation? And who told you that they can't interfere in the conflicts of the Primordial World?"

"Uh... So that's how it is..."

Ancestral Dragon covered his face, at a loss for words. Those rules from later generations didn't exist yet.

So he continued shouting,

"Are you not afraid of making an enemy of me and taking on an enormous burden of karmic sin?"

"Everything I, Hongjun, do is for the peace of the Primordial World. Even if I'm entangled in karma and burdened with sin, so what?"

Hongjun looked utterly righteous. He almost sounded convincing even to himself.

Of course, he wouldn't actually become entangled in karma.

Ordinary Saints didn't fear karma because they were untouched by worldly affairs and could avoid the karmic consequences of the world.

Heavenly Dao Saints didn't fear karma because they represented the Heavenly Dao and acted in accordance with Heaven. Eight times out of ten, what they did was right for the Primordial World.

And Great Dao Sages didn't fear karma... because beneath the Great Dao, everything was predestined!

Hearing Hongjun's words, the powerful figures of the Primordial World present couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

As expected of the first Saint recognized by the Heavenly Dao! Without such a noble heart, how could he deserve to be the first Saint between Heaven and Earth?

Ancestral Dragon was furious. "Fine! Fine! Fine! You forced my hand! Hongjun! My Dragon Race has no grievances against you, yet you insist on dragging us into the tribulation on the pretext that we're a threat to the Primordial World. Today, I'll show every race in the Primordial World what it means that the Dragon Race cannot be insulted!"

"All Dragon Race warriors, heed my command! Form the Million Golden Dragons Attack Heaven Great Array!"

In truth, from the moment Hongjun had slapped him three times, the two of them had already become mortal enemies.

But back then, he'd realized Hongjun was far stronger than he'd imagined.

So he'd wanted to let things lie for the time being and wait until he became a Saint before turning against him.

After all, as a transmigrator, he had to be bold—but he also had to know when to back down.

But he hadn't expected Hongjun to show him so little respect, or to be so underhanded!

Hongjun was the one trying to harm the Dragon Race, yet he made himself sound so righteous. What a hypocrite! Today, he, Ancestral Dragon, would rip off that false mask!

The Million Golden Dragons Attack Heaven Great Array was something he'd created by drawing inspiration from the Zhou Tian Star-Dou Formation and the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Great Array in novels.

In case he couldn't lie low through the Dragon-Han Tribulation, or the Heavenly Dao schemed against him, this formation would come in handy.

The formation used the Chaos Supreme Treasure River of Destiny, given to him by the system, and Ancestral Dragon himself as its foundation. A million members of the Dragon Race and one Innate Spiritual Treasure formed a small array. Countless small arrays were assembled in the same way, then four Innate Supreme Treasures combined them into the grand array. Candle Dragon held a Chaos Spiritual Treasure and served as the deputy controller of the formation's second eye.

Combining many small arrays into one grand array wasn't as simple as one plus one equaling two, or two plus two equaling four.

Just one small array was at least equivalent to one plus one equaling three.

Most importantly, the formation was made up of one Chaos Supreme Treasure, one Chaos Spiritual Treasure, four Innate Supreme Treasures, countless Innate Spiritual Treasures, and trillions of powerful members of the Dragon Race.

Even if the formation were simple—nothing more than connecting their auras—its power would likely surpass even Nuwa's when she had only just become a Saint in later generations.

All these treasures were provided by the system, so they were definitely top quality. Even though Ancestral Dragon was only a Quasi-Saint, with this formation he no longer feared a Saint's might.

"Million Golden Dragons Attack Heaven Great Array!"

At his command, the powerful members of the Dragon Race immediately took up their positions. They formed groups of a million and arranged themselves according to the formation, assembling the array to attack Heaven.

The power of trillions of dragons shook the Primordial World. As their auras merged, the formation empowered Ancestral Dragon, who transformed into a dragon and grew to hundreds of millions of zhang in length, even larger than Hongjun's Dharma form had been!

(In truth, it was pretty similar to the Twelve Ancestral Witches transforming into Pangu.)

"My heavens! Th-this is the Dragon Race's true power?"

"How terrifying! With such a powerful formation, if Ancestral Dragon so much as glanced at me, I'd probably be reduced to ashes!"

"How did we ever think we could go against the Dragon Race? It's a miracle I'm still alive!"

Seeing the Dragon Race display such overwhelming strength, Yuanfeng and First Qilin of the Qilin Race were both dumbstruck.

"Hiss! I never imagined the Dragon Race had grown so terrifyingly powerful. It's only been a few million years... With such strength, they could already sweep through our Phoenix Race..."

Yuanfeng gasped, utterly shocked.

"No. With the Dragon Race's power, sweeping aside both our races and becoming the rulers of Heaven and Earth would be effortless. Yet Ancestral Dragon chose to make an enemy of a Saint."

First Qilin was surprised at first, then smiled wryly, and finally let out a breath of relief.

Fortunately, he'd chosen to make an enemy of a Saint. Otherwise, their two races would have been the ones to suffer.