Zu Long's Grandson? Guardian Spirit Beast

The great war between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin—the Three Clans;

Not only did they slaughter one another without end, but Luo Hou also reaped the aftermath, coming out to snatch kills and refine the Zhuxian Formation Diagram. The Three Clans' misery was compounded yet another degree.

After The Calamity of the Witches and Demons, the Wu Clan could still support Chiyou in vying for the position of Human Emperor, while Xing Tian furiously battled the Heavenly Court, surviving even after being beheaded;

The Demon Race was even more resilient, its Forces still spreading across the Primordial Wilderness;

They had more or less involved themselves in every subsequent calamity, and quite a few disciples of the Jie Sect and Western Religion were Demons by true form;

By comparison, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans had completely withered away after the calamity.

The Phoenix Race and Qilin Race sealed themselves away and no longer emerged, having long vanished from the affairs of the Primordial Wilderness. On the rare occasions they appeared, they were mostly fated to serve as mounts;

Though the Dragon Clan was somewhat more active, it had also become a vassal;

During the era of the Demon Race Heavenly Court, the Dragon Clan was suppressed by Di Jun and Tai Yi;

Under the Haotian Heavenly Court, the Dragon Clan eagerly secured official posts and jointly took charge of the authority over Making clouds and rain;

Though it was a lucrative post, they were ordered about by countless people, with jests like "raising havoc in the sea" arising every so often, treating them like a beginner zone to farm.

When the Buddhist Sect flourished, it established the Eight Divisions, among which the dragon hosts were all Dragon Clan members who had taken refuge in Buddhism;

In name, they safeguarded the Buddhist Dharma, but in truth, they were used to contend with the Heavenly Court for authority over waters and rainfall.

Judging by blood relation, Han Chi outside the formation possessed only one-quarter Dragon Clan bloodline;

The Karma of the calamity descended more heavily upon the Dragon Clan's Direct Lineage, while mixed-bloods like him bore rather less of it.

Bei Ming had also calculated Han Chi's purpose in coming;

His deed of purifying the Ancestral Vein Sha Qi in the North always drew some admiring juniors, and Han Chi was one of them.

However, with the Double Great Array blocking the way, the overwhelming majority of living beings only dared to kowtow from afar, not daring to barge in rashly.

The reason for the Gui Xu Submerged Abyss Array's warning was not complicated;

Han Chi had knelt outside the array for three thousand years, his long hair frosted white, snow covering his brow all year round;

Three thousand years later, he raised his head and kowtowed deeply three times. Then he slowly rose to his feet and stepped into the Formation.

To dare barge into a Formation laid down by a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal took at least some courage.

Bei Ming lightly paused with his fingertip, musing inwardly:

This Han Chi truly did have a bit of affinity with Kun Peng;

It seemed that, in Kun Peng's original Forces in the North Sea, one of his great generals had been Han Chi.

But this time, Bei Ming had no intention of building an enormous clan;

This method of clans contending for Luck had always been one where the winner took all, while the loser faced eternal damnation.

In the Primordial Wilderness, especially after the Six Saints emerged together in the future;

Without strength comparable to Hongjun's, wanting to command the Ten Thousand Clans and hold absolute authority was practically the delusion of a fool.

In comparison, competing for Luck through a method akin to Establishing a religion was far more moderate;

As a sect spread its teachings, it drew a share from the Luck of the Ten Thousand Clans;

The Ten Thousand Clans exchanged a portion of their Luck for Teach and Transform and protection—each had what the other needed.

In such struggles, even if one was temporarily at a disadvantage, as long as the sect master remained, there would still be a chance to rise again in the future.

Since ancient times, the Primordial Wilderness had been an age of great contention. Unless one was willing to remain unknown, conflict was inevitable;

But even in contention, one had to choose the right method.

At this moment, Bei Ming's gaze pierced through the void and fell within the Gui Xu Submerged Abyss Array.

The instant Han Chi stepped into the array, the Formation's pressure bore down upon him from all Eight directions.

Before any attack was even launched, the suppression alone made this mere Golden Immortal realm Cultivator feel as if he stood at the edge of an abyss. His blood and qi churned, his limbs trembled faintly, and he could not advance another inch.

Within the array, fine sweat seeped from Han Chi's temples. His knees bent slightly, his teeth clenched tight, and his breathing grew heavy.

Looking at his empty, silent Great Void Palace, Bei Ming had originally considered enlightening one or two Boy Attendants to manage it;

Now, it seemed this excellent Guardian spirit beast had delivered itself right to his door.

He extended a finger, and ripples spread through the void. Han Chi within the array was instantly teleported outside the Great Void Palace.

Han Chi staggered before steadying himself, gasping deeply as his chest rose and fell;

He raised his head to look at the towering, majestic gates of the Great Void Palace, his eyes gaining several measures of clarity and resolve.

Just then, an indifferent voice transmission came from within the hall:

"Who stands outside the hall?"

Han Chi hurriedly knelt and Worship and Said, "This Junior is Han Chi. I was cultivating at Changbai Mountain and have come especially to pay respects to Senior."

The gates of the Great Void Palace slowly opened, issuing a distant, lingering echo.

"You may enter."

Han Chi took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement and nervousness in his heart, then quickly stepped into the palace.

Dao Rhyme filled the hall, spiritual light flowing and shifting.

Bei Ming sat upright upon a Prayer Mat, watching Han Chi enter.

His long hair was ice-blue, yet his pupils were crimson.

It was said that Chiwen loved to swallow fire, could spew waves and summon rain, and possessed the divine ability to ward off flames. Perhaps that was where the crimson pupils came from.

As Chiwen's descendant, he should have inherited it when assuming human form.

Han Chi stopped several zhang before Bei Ming, suppressing the tension and excitement in his heart. He cupped his hands, bowed, and said:

"This junior, Han Chi, pays respects to Senior."

"No need for such ceremony." Bei Ming asked in a routine manner:

"This Seat's defensive Formation is exceedingly perilous. Why did you trespass into it?"

Han Chi raised his head, his gaze steady, sincerity beneath his respectfulness.

"This junior knows that Senior possesses vast divine abilities. I wish to enter Senior's service and attend by your side."

He did not feel much sense of belonging toward the Dragon Clan.

He had never lived among the clan since childhood, and he possessed only one-quarter Dragon Clan bloodline. Even if he returned, he would still feel like half an outsider.

Besides, the Dragon Clan lived in seclusion within the Four Seas. If he acknowledged his ancestry and returned to the clan, would he not have to lie low with them in the deep sea?

The myriad sights of this Primordial Wilderness were incomparably splendid. How could Han Chi be willing to trap the rest of his life in the Dark seabed?

Of course, he knew his own worth very well.

Though a Peak Stage Golden Immortal was not considered weak, within the vast Heaven and Earth of the Primordial Wilderness, he was still like duckweed adrift on the water.

If he wished to settle down and establish himself, he had to find a patron powerful enough to shelter him.

Han Chi had originally known only that Heaven Lake of Changbai Mountain was occupied by a Great Power, so he had come hoping to try his luck.

Yet when he personally saw the Merit Golden Light piled up in the sky, Golden Radiance cascading down from the nine heavens, his soul trembled—and his resolve to cling to this thigh grew even firmer.

Bei Ming asked calmly, "Do you know who I am?"

Han Chi shook his head and answered frankly, "This junior does not."

Bei Ming gave a soft laugh, a hint of scrutiny surfacing in his eyes.

"You dared come here without even knowing who This Seat is?"

Han Chi said seriously, "Since Senior has obtained merit, you certainly cannot be an Evil cultivator.

This junior deliberated again and again before deciding to enter the Formation. I hope Senior will look upon me with favor!"

"Very well." Bei Ming said slowly, "You may stay.

My Changbai Mountain lacks a Guardian spirit beast, and Great Void Palace has no Boy Attendant either. You shall serve in both roles."

At those words, delight flashed through Han Chi's eyes. No matter what, he had been allowed to remain. He hurriedly bowed once more.

"Disciple pays respects to Master!"

"No need to be polite."

Bei Ming flicked his hand. Spiritual light flashed in the void, and a Pine cone floated forth, radiating dense Spiritual charm.

"Though you are an Acquired Living Being, your bloodline and foundation are exceptional, and you have already reached the Peak Stage of Golden Immortal.

This is a Pine cone from the Top-grade Innate Spiritual Roots—the Five-Needle Pine. Consume its Pine nuts, and they will help you condense the Five Qi in the Chest."