East King Duke: Fellow Daoists, do you have any recommendation tickets or monthly tickets? Help this poor Daoist fight Ancestor Dragon!
Braving the nine layers of Gale Wind, East King Duke shot upward at incredible speed, a streak of light that covered a million miles in an instant. He pierced the barrier of Zhou Tian Star Power and alighted atop the Twelfth-grade Innate Yin-Yang Dao Lotus, hovering in the void as he waited for Ancestor Dragon to arrive.
Taiyin and Sun shone in harmony, and the stars of Zhou Tian glittered. Far from the Primordial Great Land, the starry sky seemed vast and desolate. East King Duke stood quietly, slowly drawing on the Power of the Stars. Star power enveloped him, and his Dao Body radiated awe-inspiring might.
Soon, Ancestor Dragon arrived, hovering a hundred miles away.
The moment they faced each other, neither said a word. Their auras steadily climbed.
Like his younger brother Candle Dragon, Ancestor Dragon cultivated the Dao of Clouds and Rain. But he was a Quasi-Saint, and the laws of the Great Dao had taken form within him. His clouds and mist carried boundless power and a trace of Imperial Aura, making his might far beyond Candle Dragon's.
East King Duke was confident he could stand against Ancestor Dragon, a Quasi-Saint, but he could only be sure of holding his own. Now, he intended to give it everything he had.
"East King Duke, destroy your Dao Body as you promised and surrender. Then I'll grant you a quick death!"
Ancestor Dragon looked down at him, exuding boundless arrogance.
East King Duke sneered in disdain.
"Enough blather!"
Ancestor Dragon flew into a rage. He spat out Innate Dragon Breath, which transformed into nine giant dragons that circled around him before surging forward through the clouds.
The giant dragons swept up torrents of immortal power, shaking the boundless starry sky.
East King Duke's gaze sharpened. He channeled Supreme Yang Immortal Power through his body and swung a punch.
"Pop!"
The two streams of magical power collided. The nine dragons scattered, and East King Duke staggered before being forced backward. The dissipating power rolled through the starry sky in waves.
The two were evenly matched.
"Ancestor Dragon, so those above Great Luo Golden Immortal aren't all that impressive!"
"Arrogant!"
Furious, Ancestor Dragon once again unleashed the Dragon Clan's divine abilities, this time with the power of a Quasi-Saint.
Ancestor Dragon had arrived at East Sea Mount Fang Island to challenge Supreme Yang Dao Lord East King Duke. This was a major event across the Four Seas, drawing the attention of the Primordial World's powerful beings, especially those throughout the Four Seas.
But the two were battling in the starry sky, cut off by the barrier of star power. Ordinary cultivators couldn't glimpse the fight at all. They could only hear what sounded like thunder rumbling above the nine heavens, accompanied by waves of crushing pressure.
Still, some could observe the battle from billions of miles away. One such being resided on Mount Yujing in the Primordial Continent.
Inside the Purple Firmament Palace atop Mount Yujing, two of the Primordial World's most powerful beings gazed upward, their eyes piercing the nine heavens as they watched the duel.
One was Hongjun, an old man in hemp robes with drooping brows. The other was a middle-aged immortal, seemingly unfathomable, clad in a simple blue robe and surrounded by the Laws of Time and Space.
"East King Duke is truly extraordinary. Though his origins lie in pure yang, he has advanced to the Dao of Supreme Yang. Despite being only a Late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, he already understands his own Dao Path."
The middle-aged immortal's gaze was keen, and he gave a slight nod.
Hongjun smiled faintly. "You're proving Dao via Laws, Fellow Daoist, and will soon attain the Dao. East King Duke is one of your fellow travelers. His opponent is a Quasi-Saint. Why not lend him a hand, so he doesn't perish in this duel?"
The middle-aged immortal spoke with disdain. "Ancestor Dragon and the other leaders of the Three Innate Tribes only borrowed their Quasi-Saint Positions from Heaven. Now they're burdened by Karmic Sin and unworthy of their positions. Their fighting strength is quite ordinary. I needn't act—he still can't do anything to East King Duke."
Hongjun said nothing more. They shared the same view of the duel in the starry sky: its outcome was already decided. They both withdrew their gazes.
"Fellow Daoist, when do you intend to attain the Primordial Chaos?"
Hongjun asked.
The middle-aged immortal was silent for a moment before replying. "After the hundred-thousand-year war ends, I'll set out for the depths of Chaos. What about you, Fellow Daoist Hongjun? You're also on the verge of attaining the Dao. What do you plan to do?"
A strange expression crossed Hongjun's face. He said quietly, "The Dao you and I follow are different. You should know that whether I can attain the Dao isn't entirely up to me. Between this old man and the one in the West, the struggle is over the Saint Position."
The middle-aged immortal nodded in understanding.
Hongjun continued, "If you attain the Primordial Chaos, we may never meet again. I have a request. I hope you'll grant it."
"Speak!"
"You and I first met when Heaven and Earth were created. We've known each other for countless years, yet we've never fought. Now that you're on the verge of attaining the Dao, Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, would you fight me?"
"I will. Fellow Daoist, I'll await you in Chaos!"
Thus, two battles between great supernatural beings took place in the Primordial World at the same time. Many watched the duel between East King Duke and Ancestor Dragon in the starry sky. But no one in the entire Primordial World knew how the battle in Chaos began or ended, or who emerged victorious.
At that moment, high above the nine heavens, East King Duke was locked in a fierce battle. Ancestor Dragon, an Early Quasi-Saint, had nearly become a whetstone for him to test his own spells and divine abilities. Supreme Yang Immortal Power spilled everywhere, churning the starry sky.
"Hahaha! What a fight!"
Since his emergence, East King Duke had been all but invincible among those of his rank. Against Luohu, he'd been able only to defend himself. Now, facing Ancestor Dragon, an Early Quasi-Saint, he'd finally met an equal. This battle was exhilarating.
Ancestor Dragon, by contrast, was utterly frustrated. He wasn't losing, but irritation had already filled his heart. He'd come intending to crush his opponent, making a grand show of force, yet after fighting, he couldn't secure an easy victory, let alone kill him.
"Roar!"
As they remained locked in battle, Ancestor Dragon transformed into his true form. Though he was a Quasi-Saint and East King Duke only a Great Luo Golden Immortal, fighting in his true form was rather dishonorable. Still, it was better than returning empty-handed.
Ancestor Dragon had made up his mind: he would use all his strength to defeat East King Duke.
His enormous dragon body coiled upward, and he let out a long roar toward the outer reaches of Chaos. Even from the starry sky, his roar shook the Primordial World. The power of the Cloud and Rain Laws surged, and black mist arose, gathering into endless dark clouds. Thunder rumbled within them, and bolts of lightning shot out, tearing through the starry sky.
Ancestor Dragon's true-form divine ability unleashed overwhelming might.
East King Duke wasn't about to sit back and wait for death. He let out a loud roar.
A surge of pure qi rose and transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang Dao Body.
"Supreme Yang Battle Body, Dharma Manifestation Divine Ability!"
The two divine abilities empowered him, stirring the stars of Zhou Tian into brilliance. He stood upon the void, cloaked in the Power of the Stars like a suit of starlight armor. The Twelfth-grade Innate Yin-Yang Dao Lotus flew out and spun without pause. With every turn, it grew by one zhang, swelling to hundreds of zhang in the blink of an eye. It spread above East King Duke like an Innate Canopy, shielding him as Yin-Yang Two Qi merged and surged forth, abruptly scattering Ancestor Dragon's thunderclouds.
Ancestor Dragon's true form looked grave. His massive body twisted and plunged, while the remaining thunderclouds churned and sent down bolts of lightning. At the same time, the Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Ancestor Dragon Pearl shot from his mouth, hurtling toward East King Duke.
East King Duke reached out, and the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner appeared in his hand. With a light lift, he sent it flying, waving it through the air again and again. Strands unfurled from it and encircled him.
The lightning dissipated for the most part on contact. It was a display of All Laws Invulnerable defense.
The Dragon Pearl slammed down, but under the combined protection of the Yin-Yang Dao Lotus and the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, the giant Dharma Manifestation only trembled slightly.
East King Duke laughed and shouted:
"Come, axe!"
The Pure Yang Sword transformed into the Heaven-Shaking Giant Axe in his hand. He brought it down in a single blow, and space trembled.
In the starry sky, the two fought until heaven and earth seemed to darken. Across the Primordial Great Land and the Four Seas, the winds and clouds seemed to shift, and the rumble of their battle could be heard.
The duel continued for years before finally subsiding. On that day, a figure came drifting down from the nine heavens, standing atop a precious lotus as he descended toward East Sea Mount Fang Island.
The powerful beings across the Four Seas who had been watching the place were all aghast and could scarcely believe their eyes. East King Duke had returned safe and sound!
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