Two Duels, A Safe Return

East King Duke: Fellow Daoists, do you have any recommendation tickets or monthly tickets to help this poor Daoist in the battle against Ancestor Dragon?

Braving the Gale Wind of the Nine Heavens, East King Duke moved with incredible speed, transforming into a streak of light that shot upward. In an instant, he traversed a million miles, piercing through the barrier of Zhou Tian star power, and came to stand upon the Twelfth-grade Innate Yin-Yang Dao Lotus, hovering in the void as he waited for Ancestor Dragon to arrive.

The lunar and solar lights shone in tandem, and the stars of Zhou Tian glittered brilliantly. Far from the Primordial Continent, the starry sky appeared somewhat vast and desolate. East King Duke stood silently, slowly drawing upon the power of the stars. As the starlight bathed his body, his Daoist form radiated a majestic and awe-inspiring might.

Soon, Ancestor Dragon arrived, hovering in the air a hundred miles away.

The moment they locked eyes, neither spoke a word; both of their auras began to climb steadily.

Like his younger brother Candle Dragon, Ancestor Dragon also cultivated the Dao of Clouds and Rain. However, he was a Quasi-Saint powerhouse, his Great Dao laws fully realized. Within the clouds and mist lay a vast, majestic power infused with a trace of Imperial Aura, a might far beyond what Candle Dragon could compare to.

Although East King Duke was confident he could contend with Ancestor Dragon, a Quasi-Saint, he only felt certain of remaining undefeated. At this moment, he intended to give it his all.

"East King Duke, if you are willing to destroy your own Daoist form and surrender, this Venerable One will grant you a swift death!"

Ancestor Dragon looked down from above, displaying boundless arrogance.

East King Duke sneered in disdain.

"Noisy!"

Ancestor Dragon was enraged. He exhaled a breath of Innate Dragon Breath, which transformed into nine giant dragons that circled him as he charged forward, riding the clouds.

The giant dragons stirred up rolling waves of immortal power, shaking the boundless starry sky.

East King Duke's eyes narrowed. He channeled his Supreme Yang Immortal Power and threw a punch.

"Pop!"

As the two forces collided, the nine dragons scattered. East King Duke's figure trembled, and he was forced to retreat rapidly. The overflowing power formed shockwaves that churned through the starry sky.

It was a draw.

"Ancestor Dragon, it seems those above the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm are nothing more than this!"

"Arrogant!"

Furious, Ancestor Dragon unleashed his Quasi-Saint power once more, manifesting a divine ability of the Dragon Clan.

Ancestor Dragon descending upon Mount Fang Island in the East Sea to challenge the Supreme Yang Dao Lord, East King Duke, was a major event for the Four Seas. It captured the attention of the entire Primordial world, especially the Great Supernatural Beings of the Four Seas.

However, because the two were battling in the starry sky, separated by the barrier of star power, ordinary cultivators could not catch a glimpse of the fight. They could only hear the constant "thunderous" sounds from above the Nine Heavens and feel the waves of pressure emanating from above.

Nevertheless, there were those capable of peering into the battle from hundreds of millions of miles away—such as one individual on Mount Yujing on the Primordial Continent.

Inside the Purple Clouds Palace on Mount Yujing, two of the Primordial World's top Great Supernatural Beings were looking upward, their gazes piercing through the nine heavens to observe this clash of techniques.

One was an old man in hemp robes with drooping brows, Hongjun; the other was a middle-aged immortal, plain and simple in his green robes, surrounded by the Law of Time and Space, appearing unfathomable.

"This East King Duke is truly extraordinary. With a foundation of Pure Yang, he has managed to advance toward the Dao of Supreme Yang. Even at the late stage of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, he has already grasped his own path."

The middle-aged immortal's gaze was like a torch, and he nodded slightly.

Hongjun smiled faintly and spoke, "Proving the Dao via Laws—you are about to attain the Dao yourself, Fellow Daoist. This East King Duke can be considered a kindred spirit. Since his opponent is a Quasi-Saint, why not lend him a hand? It would prevent him from being lost in this battle."

The middle-aged immortal spoke with disdain, "The Ancestor Dragon and the other leaders of the Three Innate Tribes borrowed their Quasi-Saint positions from the heavens. Now, burdened by Karmic Sin and lacking the virtue to match their status, their combat power is quite mediocre. He doesn't need my help; the Ancestor Dragon cannot do anything to the East King Duke."

Hongjun said no more. Both held the same view regarding the battle in the starry sky; the outcome was already decided, so they both withdrew their gazes.

"When do you intend to prove the Hunyuan Dao, Fellow Daoist?"

Hongjun asked.

The middle-aged immortal was silent for a moment before replying, "After the Great War of one hundred thousand years ends, I will set out for the depths of the Chaos. You are also on the verge of proving the Dao, Fellow Daoist Hongjun. What are your plans?"

Hongjun's expression became unreadable as he said softly, "The paths you and I walk are different. You should know, Fellow Daoist, that whether I can prove the Dao does not rest entirely with me. Between me and that person in the West, it is a struggle for the Saint Position."

The middle-aged immortal nodded in understanding upon hearing this.

Hongjun continued, "If you attain the Hunyuan, it is unlikely we will ever meet again. I have a request, and I truly hope you will grant it!"

"Please, speak!"

"We have known each other since the opening of the heavens and have associated for countless years, yet we have never crossed hands. Now that the proving of the Dao is at hand, Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, are you willing to fight me?"

"Very well! Fellow Daoist, I shall wait for you in the Chaos!"

Thus, at the same time, two battles between Great Supernatural Beings occurred in the Primordial World. The fight between the East King Duke and the Ancestor Dragon in the starry sky was watched by many, but how the battle in the Chaos began, how it ended, and who emerged victorious—not a single soul in the entire Primordial World knew.

High above the nine heavens, the East King Duke was fighting with great intensity. The Ancestor Dragon, a Quasi-Saint of the early stage, had almost become a whetstone for him to verify his own spells and divine abilities. Supreme Yang Immortal Power overflowed, churning the starry sky.

"Hahaha, exhilarating!"

Since his birth, the East King Duke could almost be said to be invincible among his peers. When facing Luohu, he had only been able to parry, but now, facing the early-stage Quasi-Saint Ancestor Dragon, it was a true match of equals. This battle was truly satisfying.

However, looking at the Ancestor Dragon, he was extremely frustrated. Although he was not on the verge of defeat, his heart was full of agitation. He had come intending to crush his opponent with great momentum, but after fighting, it seemed he could not easily win, let alone kill him.

"Roar!"

With a dragon's roar, locked in a stalemate, the Ancestor Dragon revealed his true form. Although it was shameful for a Quasi-Saint to use his true form to fight a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, it was still better than returning empty-handed.

With this move, the Ancestor Dragon had made up his mind to use his full strength to take down the East King Duke.

The massive dragon body spiraled upward, letting out a long roar toward the edge of chaos. Even in the starry sky, the sound shook the Primordial World. The power of the Law of Clouds and Rain surged abruptly, and black mist manifested from nothingness, gathering into endless dark clouds. Within them, the sound of thunder rumbled, and bolts of lightning shot out from the cloud clusters, tearing through the starry sky.

The Ancestor Dragon's true form divine ability displayed supreme pressure.

East King Duke naturally would not sit still and wait for death. He let out a loud roar.

A burst of clear qi rose, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-tall Dao body.

"Supreme Yang Battle Body, Dharma Manifestation Divine Ability!"

Blessed by these two divine abilities, he drew upon the radiance of the celestial stars. He stepped through the void, the power of the stars coating his body like a suit of starlight armor. The Twelfth-grade Innate Yin-Yang Dao Lotus flew out, spinning incessantly. With every rotation, it expanded by a zhang, and in the blink of an eye, it reached a size of thousands of feet. It transformed into something like an Innate Canopy, shielding the top of East King Duke. The Yin-Yang Two Qi merged, violently dispersing the Ancestor Dragon's thundercloud divine ability.

The Ancestor Dragon's true form wore a solemn expression. His dragon body flipped, diving straight down. The remaining thunderclouds surged, raining down bolts of lightning, accompanied by the Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Ancestor Dragon Pearl, which he spat from his mouth, smashing fiercely toward East King Duke.

East King Duke reached out, the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner already in his grasp. With a gentle lift, it flew out, waving repeatedly in the air to manifest ribbons of light that circled his body.

Upon touching the lightning, it dissipated for the most part, a true image of immunity to all magic.

As the dragon pearl smashed down, under the dual defense of the Yin-Yang Dao Lotus and the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, the Dharma Manifestation giant only trembled slightly.

East King Duke laughed heartily and shouted.

"Axe, come!"

The Pure Yang Sword transformed into a Heaven-Shaking Giant Axe, held in his hand. With a single strike, the space trembled.

In the starry sky, the two fought until the heavens and earth were dark. Across the Primordial World and within the Four Seas, the changing winds and clouds could be vaguely seen, and the rumbling sounds could be heard.

This battle lasted for many years before it gradually ceased. On this day, above Mount Fang Island in the East Sea, a figure drifted down from the nine heavens, stepping upon a Precious Lotus.

The powerful figures of the Four Seas who had been watching this place all changed color in disbelief. It was East King Duke, returning unscathed!