Taking Another Disciple, The Ancestor Dragon Is Enraged

For tens of thousands of years, the Dragon Clan had ruled the Four Seas. Especially after the Ancestor Dragon broke through to a realm above the Zenith Heaven, the creatures of the Four Seas dared not disobey them. Even the experts among the loose cultivators on Penglai Immortal Island, a dojo of Heavenly Mandate, consciously regarded the Dragon Clan as supreme.

Wherever the Dragon Clan's blades pointed, the beings of the Four Seas surrendered one after another. Many innate races would even proactively pledge their allegiance without the Dragon Clan needing to lift a finger. It was unheard of for anyone to dare resist, let alone someone like the East King Duke, who had directly slaughtered over ten thousand members of the Dragon Clan.

The might of the Dragon Clan seemed to have been greatly diminished here at Mount Fang Island.

The fall of ten thousand clansmen might not mean much to the vast Dragon Clan, but the loss of two Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals was enough to warrant their serious attention. Of course, the most important factor was the Candle Dragon. As a high-ranking member of the Dragon Clan, his status within the clan was second only to his elder brother, the Ancestor Dragon.

The creatures of the East Sea were all watching, waiting to see how the Dragon Clan would handle this. They knew the clan would certainly not let it slide. As for who would be sent to Mount Fang Island to launch a punitive expedition—given that the East King Duke could easily slay the Candle Dragon, his combat prowess was so formidable that perhaps only the Ancestor Dragon himself could achieve victory.

The East King Duke did not care about the attention from the outside world. After purging the invading Dragon Clan, he returned directly to the Supreme Yang Palace dojo with his disciples and several cultivators from the Innate Spirit Dolphin race.

"Greetings, Master! Welcome back to the palace, Master!"

Xuan Yang and the two child attendants, Jin Ling and Yin Ling, stepped forward to pay their respects.

Over the past few hundred years, although the three of them had yet to break through in their cultivation, they had each made progress. The East King Duke was very satisfied.

"Rise."

"Wutu, Patriarch of the East Sea Innate Spirit Dolphin race, and Qing Ling, pay our respects to the Dao Lord!"

Having witnessed the East King Duke wipe out nearly ten thousand dragons with a wave of his hand, his killing intent surging and his might shaking the East Sea, the two of them felt an involuntary sense of trepidation as they stood before him.

"Rise."

The East King Duke swept his divine sense over them, seeing through their conditions completely.

The Spirit Dolphin Patriarch and his daughter, Qing Ling, shivered uncontrollably. Feeling as though their primordial spirits had nowhere to hide, they became even more terrified.

"Thank you, Dao Lord!"

The two were filled with reverence.

The East King Duke nodded slightly, paused for a moment, and said, "Your Spirit Dolphin race shall settle here on Mount Fang Island. Patriarch Wutu, you may have Xuan Yang find a place with a spiritual vein at the foot of Supreme Yang Mountain to establish your dojo, and you may multiply there."

"Wutu thanks the Dao Lord for his great kindness!"

The Patriarch of the Spirit Dolphin race was overjoyed. He had already experienced the divine beauty of Mount Fang Island; the abundance of Innate Spiritual Qi was far superior to their previous ancestral land. Furthermore, with their new dojo located at the foot of Supreme Yang Mountain, they might even have the chance to listen to the Dao Lord preach—this was a tremendous stroke of fortune.

Moreover, this provided their weak, innate race with a backer. He had just witnessed the power of the Supreme Yang Dao Lord firsthand.

Suddenly, Xuan Yang stepped forward from the side and bowed.

"Disciple implores Master to accept Fellow Daoist Qing Ling as a disciple!"

Hearing this, the East King Duke turned his gaze toward the Fairy Qing Ling. The latter was initially stunned, clearly unaware that Xuan Yang would make such a request, but her eyes soon burned with fervor.

Her Innate Spirit Dolphin race was a small, bottom-tier race in the Primordial World. Their own heritage only allowed cultivation up to the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, which was the limit. She had often traveled abroad in hopes of apprenticing under a renowned master, but had never succeeded.

Was the Supreme Yang Dao Lord, this Great Supernatural Being before her eyes, not the renowned master she had longed for?

Thinking of this, Qing Ling knelt directly on the ground.

"Qing Ling implores to join the Supreme Yang Lineage. I shall strive to cultivate and never tarnish the Dao Lord's prestige. I earnestly hope the Dao Lord will grant my wish!"

Qing Ling had the cultivation of a late-stage Profound Immortal. Her foundation was indeed somewhat lacking, and the clan luck of the Innate Spirit Dolphin tribe was quite average. Although her heart toward the Dao was firm, without a great opportunity, the Golden Immortal realm would likely be the end of her path.

East King Duke pondered for a moment. Originally, a creature with such aptitude did not meet the standards for disciples of the Supreme Yang Lineage. However, knowing that she was someone his disciple favored, he was willing to grant her this favor.

Thus, he said, "Xuan Yang is the first direct disciple of the second generation of my Supreme Yang Lineage. Two other positions for true disciples have also been decided, though they have yet to enter the sect. Qing Ling, are you willing to become my nominal disciple? Once your other two senior brothers have returned, I shall formally take you into the sect."

Qing Ling did not hesitate, bowing her head in prostration: "This disciple is willing. Greetings, Master!"

"Good. This is the inheritance technique of my Supreme Yang Lineage. Cultivate it well. If there is anything you do not understand, you may seek guidance from your Senior Brother Xuan Yang. When the time is right, I shall open the altar to preach the Dao."

"I shall strictly follow Master's decree!"

Meanwhile, at Mount Fang Island, the Candle Dragon had his original dragon body destroyed and his vitality severed by the East King Duke. The sliver of True Spirit he had left only managed to escape by utilizing a secret technique and exhausting his True Dragon origin.

His True Spirit was fragile. Relying on instinct, he made a perilous journey straight to the dragon clan's territory, heading for the Dao Palace of his elder brother, the Ancestor Dragon.

When he reached the Ancestor Dragon, the Candle Dragon's sliver of True Spirit was on the verge of dissipating, and he had lost all consciousness. It was only after the Ancestor Dragon nurtured him for a hundred years with Quasi-Saint mana and exhausted a vast amount of Innate Spirit Liquid stored by the clan that he slowly began to recover.

Nearly a thousand years passed before he regained his consciousness and could communicate.

Ever since he petitioned Heaven to establish the Four Seas Dragon Clan and obtained Heavenly Dao Merit, the Ancestor Dragon had attained the Quasi-Saint realm. Since then, the dragon clan had been sailing smoothly, never once suffering defeat, even in their competition with the other two clans.

Being the Lord of the Four Seas was not the Ancestor Dragon's ultimate goal. His goal was to rule the Primordial World and make the dragon clan the sole protagonist of the world.

With luck backing him, the Ancestor Dragon and the entire dragon clan experienced rapid cultivation. In tens of thousands of years, he had gone from just entering the early stage of the Quasi-Saint realm to the peak of the early stage. For the past thousand years, the Ancestor Dragon had been in seclusion, meditating on the Dao in hopes of breaking through to the mid-stage of the Quasi-Saint realm. Once he achieved that, he could defeat the Primeval Phoenix and the Primeval Kirin in one stroke and allow the dragon clan to truly unify the Primordial World.

However, his cultivation was suddenly interrupted, and he was forced to break his seclusion, only to be met with the reality that the Candle Dragon had been struck down, leaving only a True Spirit.

When had the dragon clan ever suffered such humiliation? The Ancestor Dragon was furious. When he learned that the one who had struck down the Candle Dragon was none other than the Supreme Yang Dao Lord who had occupied Mount Fangzhang Immortal Island in the East Sea, his rage knew no bounds.

"Elder Brother, this East King Duke is truly bizarre. His combat power is no longer that of an ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. Even if he is not quite at the Quasi-Saint level, he cannot be far off."

The Candle Dragon had not long recovered his wits, and his primordial spirit voice was very weak. When he spoke of the East King Duke, his voice trembled, and even that sliver of True Spirit seemed to show signs of slowly dissipating again.

Defeated twice, each time more miserably than the last, that Supreme Yang Dao Lord had become the Candle Dragon's Inner Demon.

The Ancestor Dragon, standing to the side, was quite disdainful. He said harshly, "The gap between a Zenith Heaven and a Quasi-Saint is like a chasm. A mere late-stage Zenith Heaven is like an ant. Previously, out of consideration for fellow practitioners of the Four Seas, I left him be as he was a rootless rogue cultivator, and I was in no rush to reclaim Mount Fang Island. Since he seeks his own death, he has no one to blame but himself."

The Candle Dragon hurriedly suggested, "Elder Brother, if you truly intend to campaign against that East King Duke, you should send more Zenith Heaven experts from the clan and bring the strongest spiritual treasures to ensure success."

The Ancestor Dragon waved his hand.

"No need. This time, I shall go personally to strike down that East King Duke and detain his primordial spirit to display before the public, so as to spread the might of our dragon clan!"