The Dragon Race's Fate

(Book's power levels: Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, Profound Immortal, Golden Immortal, Great Unity Golden Immortal, Great Luo Golden Immortal, Quasi-Saint, Saint)

(Saints can grow infinitely stronger, but they cannot reach the level of a Great Dao Sage. That is the setting. Hongjun is the only Great Dao Sage, commonly referred to as the Great Dao.)

But at that moment, bolstered by the power of trillions of dragons and his unshakable resolve, even if he was on equal footing, he still couldn't back down.

Boom!

In the void, Ancestral Dragon's body slammed violently into Hongjun's finger.

The moment their magical powers collided, a violent reaction erupted, and the heavens and earth trembled!

Then...

Then Ancestral Dragon was slapped down with a single blow, utterly dead. His body turned to ash as it fell.

"Ah!!!"

The instant Ancestral Dragon died, Candle Dragon and the trillions of powerful members of the Dragon Race, all connected to Ancestral Dragon through their auras, were injured. They spat blood with screams as their bodies crumbled amid the smoke.

With a single slap, every elite of the Dragon Race at Golden Immortal or higher was wiped out.

As for the Primordial World, though it was affected, it only shook slightly.

A few small tremors meant nothing.

"Hiss!"

Every living being in the Primordial World had seen the battle clearly.

The Dragon Race had overestimated itself, daring to contend with Heaven. It was utterly laughable.

This was the power of the Heavenly Dao. Fate could not be defied; beneath the Saints, all were ants.

In that moment, these words were branded deep into everyone's minds.

Hongjun then turned his gaze toward the two or three trillion dragons in the Four Seas who had yet to reach Golden Immortal, and furrowed his brow slightly.

"Saint, spare us!"

"Saint, spare us! Our Dragon Race is willing to atone with our lives. We only ask that you leave our race a sliver of hope!"

The trillions of dragons all felt Hongjun's gaze. Terrified out of their wits, they hurriedly knelt and begged for mercy.

But even more dragons had pride in their hearts and had sworn to follow Ancestral Dragon to the death. Now, they held their heads high.

Those who knelt were in the minority. Most of the Dragon Race had fallen into madness, shouting that they would avenge Ancestral Dragon.

With a mere thought, Hongjun erased them all.

Fewer than a trillion dragons remained. Hongjun would not exterminate them all.

"The Dragon Race defied Heaven's will. I, Hongjun, speak on Heaven's authority: the Dragon Race shall be suppressed along with the Four Seas. From this day onward, the Dragon Race shall have no Great Luo. If the Dragon Race protects the Primordial World and ensures favorable weather, then once it has earned sufficient merit, this decree may be lifted."

After eliminating the Dragon Race's elite, Hongjun issued his decree without mercy.

In an instant, the Heavenly Dao descended and enforced it. Every dragon felt this shackle.

From then on, the Dragon Race would find it difficult to advance in cultivation. No matter how great their talent, they could reach at most the Great Unity Golden Immortal level. If they accumulated enough merit, they might barely squeeze into the ranks of inferior Great Luo cultivators.

After destroying Ancestral Dragon, Hongjun beckoned, and all of Ancestral Dragon's spiritual treasures and supreme treasures were gathered into his hands.

Among them, a streak of light was trying to flee the world.

"Since you came, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Hongjun shook his head slightly and reached out, retrieving the streak of light that even the Heavenly Dao had failed to detect.

This light was the system Ancestral Dragon had possessed.

Ancestral Dragon's system was called the Growth System. As long as the Dragon Race grew large enough in numbers, he would receive rewards.

By now, Ancestral Dragon had received countless rewards.

He had two Chaos Supreme Treasures alone, several Chaos Spiritual Treasures, and more Innate Supreme Treasures and top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures than anyone could count.

"So Ancestral Dragon had all these treasures and never brought them out."

Hongjun's expression turned strange. Why hadn't Ancestral Dragon used his spiritual treasures even when facing death? Were they more important to him than his life?

Most of these things had been created by the system using energy.

But some had been made by stealing energy from the Primordial World.

Clearly, this system had also been created by a Great Dao.

Hongjun hadn't even noticed that it had been stealing energy from the world.

"These rewards sure are plentiful!"

The corners of Hongjun's mouth twitched. The energy in all these spiritual treasures would have been enough to make the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti into Saints. What a waste!

And Ancestral Dragon really was insane!

He'd farmed so many rewards and still wasn't satisfied?

With all those rewards, he could have easily dominated the Primordial World if he hadn't defied Heaven, right?

If Ancestral Dragon had chosen to fight in Chaos back then, with all these rewards, the Dragon Race would have lost no more than a trillion expendable troops and still been able to defeat the Dragon and Phoenix Clans.

After defeating the Phoenix Race and the Qilin Race, the Dragon Race would have had two or three trillion living beings, most of them high-level cultivators who had little room left to advance. The Primordial World could have easily tolerated their existence.

A transmigrator with obsessive-compulsive tendencies? Unable to feel satisfied without defying Heaven?

Why couldn't he learn from Shi Chen? I, Hongjun, would call Shi Chen the least transmigrator-like transmigrator of all.

In truth, sending transmigrators into other worlds was also a game between Great Daos.

After all, any Great Dao could easily spare the energy for a False Great Dao.

But there were simply too many transmigrators in Hongjun's world. He couldn't treat it as a game.

Besides, generally speaking, if a Great Dao wanted to plunder energy from other worlds, it wouldn't send over a complacent slacker with no ambition, would it?

So it was perfectly normal for ambitious transmigrators to appear. Someone like Shi Chen was the exception.

The first thing these transmigrators thought after arriving in this world was to defy Heaven and change their fate.

As for transmigrators who went along with Heaven's will... ummm... so far, Hongjun had only met Shi Chen, who had already accepted his fate, and Di Jun, who had yet to make a move. When the Chaos Bell first arrived, it had only been at the Qi Refining stage and was already thinking about defying Heaven and changing its fate.

The Great Dao rather liked transmigrators who destroyed heaven and earth at the slightest provocation.

But what the Great Dao liked most were transmigrators who stayed hidden until the crucial moment, then went wild.

Great Daos could not harm one another, so they could only use transmigrators to plunder from each other.

Compared with other Great Daos, his Primordial World was practically overflowing with wealth. Its riches flowed freely, its Heavenly Dao and order were complete, and everything would gradually be perfected. Who wouldn't love such a wealthy world?

A Great Dao this rich had no need to plunder other worlds. But those poor Great Daos kept their eyes fixed on Hongjun.

With a light pinch of his fingers, Hongjun crushed the system that could shield itself from the Heavenly Dao's perception, and it vanished completely.

Only after finishing all this did Hongjun turn his gaze toward the Phoenix Race and the Qilin Race below.

"You two races need not turn yourselves into the Dao."

Hongjun smiled faintly.

"Saint, please give us your orders!"

Yuanfeng and First Qilin were startled and hurriedly bowed.

"Let the experts of your two races who are above the Great Luo Golden Immortal level go to Chaos and atone by transforming innate Spiritual Qi for the Primordial World."

Hongjun nodded. The two had shown a good attitude, and they were no longer on the verge of falling into madness.

They had regained their reason.