Ancestor Dragon, You're Wrong Again

Ancestor Dragon pointed at the sky and cursed.

He had thought Hongjun's calculations were simply a personal matter, a contest between Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao.

But now he realized he had been wrong.

Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao were freaking on the same side!

Even if the Dragon Race didn't fight the Phoenix Race and the Qilin Race, the Heavenly Dao still wouldn't tolerate them.

How could the Heavenly Dao allow a race that bore no mark of the Heavenly Dao to exist in this world?

How could the Heavenly Dao let Chaos Demon Gods enjoy the fruits of the world Pangu had created?

What "for the sake of all living beings"? What "for the sake of all things in the Primordial World"? What "the Heavenly Dao is impartial"? It was all a lie!

The Heavenly Dao merely wanted to enslave all living beings. It only wanted to eliminate unstable existences like them!

"The Heavenly Dao is impartial? Today, my Dragon Race will fight the Heavenly Dao! The Heavenly Dao wants to enslave all living beings? Then today, my Dragon Race will shatter the heavens!"

Ancestor Dragon's roar echoed throughout the entire Primordial World.

"Ah, Ancestor Dragon, it seems you still don't understand."

Hongjun shook his head and said,

"The Heavenly Dao is formed from the will of all living beings. It is the union of the will of all creatures. Why don't you understand? Follow the heavens, and you'll find freedom. Oppose them, and you're doomed to perish."

"Hmph! What utter nonsense!"

Ancestor Dragon raged,

"If the heavens hadn't schemed against us, why would my Dragon Race have wanted to dominate? If the heavens hadn't schemed against us, why would my Dragon Race have to perish?"

"Ancestor Dragon, you're wrong again."

Hongjun spoke once more,

"The Dragon Race wants to dominate because you always wanted to dominate. Or, perhaps I should say, you, Ancestor Dragon, wanted to dominate. And the Dragon Race is doomed because all the creatures of heaven and earth want it to perish."

Silence. A deathly silence.

When Hongjun finished speaking, who knew how many creatures of the Primordial World froze in shock, standing there in a daze.

The Dragon Race's downfall?

Such a wonderful thing—they wouldn't just never say it aloud; they wouldn't even dare think about it!

The Dragon Race was so overbearing. If they wanted nine-tailed foxes, they would simply seize a couple. If they wanted to eat golden eagles, they would simply seize a couple. If the Dragon Race took a fancy to the women of another race, they would just snatch them by force. In their eyes, any woman who joined the Dragon Race was blessed by a fortune cultivated over millions of years.

The Dragon Race monopolized all the resources of the Four Seas, leaving no room for other sea-dwelling creatures to survive.

Even the later-famous Demon Master Kunpeng had been hunted by the Dragon Race for a million years after triggering a tribulation when he took human form in the North Sea (the tribulation of taking human form only appeared after Luohu transformed into the Devil Dao). Even now, Kunpeng was still fleeing from place to place, not daring to return to the North Sea.

The Dragon Race was domineering by nature, and they had no way to stand against it.

But had they really never wished to see the Dragon Race perish?

They had. Of course they had. They had dreamed of it.

It wasn't just the ordinary races of the Primordial World. Even the Phoenix Race often had its women forcibly abducted by the Dragon Race.

"Heh! The strong prey on the weak—that's simply how the Primordial World works. Other races covet my Dragon Race's strength and envy us, so they want us to perish. My Dragon Race is this powerful; of course the myriad races of the Primordial World should submit to us. Now the Heavenly Dao wants to use the will of all living beings as an excuse to oppress the Dragon Race? Then I, Ancestor Dragon, will smash the heavens!"

Ancestor Dragon knew he couldn't beat Hongjun in an argument.

No matter what, Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao stood on the side of the greater good, while he stood against them.

So why not shatter the heavens, crush the Heavenly Dao, and trample this so-called will of all living beings beneath his feet?

The Dragon Race was so powerful. Surely it wouldn't be swayed by the will of all creatures?

At this moment, Ancestor Dragon had lost himself to madness.

As a transmigrator, he shouldn't have been this mindless. After all, he had spent a full million years plotting after his arrival.

But Luohu had transformed into the Supreme Heavenly Demon. Once cultivators reached a certain level of cultivation, any obsession they developed would be magnified at once, leaving them irrational.

Although Luohu was only a Quasi-Saint, after transforming into the Supreme Heavenly Demon, he had become the Devil Dao, just like Hongjun after merging with the Dao.

Even a Sage who developed an obsession or delusion could be swayed by inner demons.

The Investiture of the Gods, for example.

And there was one more crucial point: the system's energy was almost depleted. With only that twenty percent left—and ten percent of it reserved for escape—it simply wasn't enough to fight Ancestor Dragon's inner demon.

It was rather funny. Ancestor Dragon had taken energy stronger than that of a Sage who had merged with the Dao, turned it into a spiritual treasure, and used it to create such a lousy formation?

And he'd even thought himself clever, believing it surpassed the Zhou Tian Star-Dou Formation and the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Great Array.

"If you want to try, then come."

Hongjun sat calmly atop the nine layers of clouds, looking down at Ancestor Dragon as the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

"Million Golden Dragons Attack Heaven Great Array, help me shatter the heavens!"

Ancestor Dragon's fighting spirit soared. He coiled and uncoiled his body, then charged toward Hongjun in the sky with his enormous dragon form.

"Help the Dragon Emperor shatter the heavens!!!!"

The trillion-strong Dragon Race forces were all fired up, their eyes bloodshot as if they wanted to tear the heavens apart.

The Million Golden Dragons Attack Heaven Great Array was equivalent to a million Quasi-Saints.

With a million Quasi-Saints empowering Ancestor Dragon, how terrifying would the formation be?

At that moment, Ancestor Dragon was empowered with boundless strength. Even an ordinary Sage would be torn apart by him.

At the very least, he could have gone toe to toe with a Sage.

But Hongjun had no interest in going toe to toe with him.

In the boundless void, Hongjun sat beyond the Earth Fetal Membrane. His body, as immense as the Primordial World itself, slowly raised a hand.

Ancestor Dragon charged madly toward the sky, while Hongjun slowly reached his hand toward him.

As Ancestor Dragon, whose dragon body stretched for hundreds of millions of zhang, flew farther and farther beyond the heavens, he could feel Hongjun's power more and more keenly.

Only when he was nearly upon Hongjun did he suddenly realize that Hongjun's power was greater than he had imagined!

It was countless times greater than he had imagined!

At that moment, Ancestor Dragon was so powerful that if he turned and charged downward, he could shake the Primordial World.

But Hongjun's hand alone was already larger than his dragon body.

More terrifying still, he had no advantage whatsoever against Hongjun's palm!

That hand swept through the sky and came down, slapping toward Ancestor Dragon.

Bang!

Ancestor Dragon crashed into the palm like an earthworm.

An earthworm might be tenacious, but that palm was stronger still.

"Hiss!"

At that moment, Yuanfeng and First Qilin watched the one-sided crushing in the sky.

Only then did they finally understand how terrifying Sages truly were.

No wonder they had all been desperate to become Sages.

Everyone beneath a Sage was an ant!

Those words were no exaggeration.

Even though the Dragon Race was now so powerful that it could defeat the two races combined, it was still far too weak compared to a Sage.

"No! No!!!!"

Ancestor Dragon saw that he was about to crash into Hongjun's palm, and he panicked.

As a transmigrator, he should have been more of a coward than every other creature in the Primordial World—just like Shi Chen. So why had his blood run hot just now? Why had he dared to stand against the Heavenly Dao?