The Mighty Ones: This... This Can't Be Right, Can It?

Laozi's gaze was profound and unfathomable. The vast ocean held countless unknowns, and its dangers were unparalleled by land.

If the Human Race rashly ventures into the sea and a fight breaks out, there are many ways to scheme against them and kill them, leading to their annihilation.

The child Ling Xiao planted among the Human Race can naturally be eliminated.

"The Dao Ancestor's scheme this time is probably not as simple as it seems..."

Laozi was filled with countless thoughts, and many ideas came to mind in an instant, because in his view, the Dao Ancestor's recent methods had been somewhat sluggish.

This is very different from his style before he became a saint.

At that time, the Dao Ancestor schemed against countless powerful enemies, employing all sorts of methods without any scruples, even disregarding the destruction of the spiritual veins in the West.

Now that he has become a saint, he seems somewhat hesitant and timid. Is it because of the constraints of the Heavenly Dao that he cannot act freely?

Laozi Tzu's expression was enigmatic; he had a feeling that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

"I have a premonition that the Witch-Demon Catastrophe will end soon, and Ling Xiao will die at the end of the Tribulation."

Yuanshi's expression turned slightly cold. He could no longer calculate when the Witch-Demon Catastrophe would end, and the secrets of heaven were becoming increasingly chaotic. However, he had a premonition that the time was approaching.

Time is running out for the Golden Crow.

Wa Palace.

Nuwa's phoenix eyes swept across endless time and space, landing on the Primordial World. She saw Ziwei leading powerful Human Race, rushing towards the East Sea in a great hurry, and they had already arrived at the Coast of the East Sea.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of worry appeared between her eyes.

"If the Human Race were to fight the Dragon Clan, it would definitely not be a good thing; they might even end up being dragged into the conflict."

"Human Race seem to have the upper hand, possessing two peerless and deadly formations, but the Dragon Clan is not as simple as it appears."

"During the great Dragon-Han Catastrophe dynasties, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans fought a great war. In the end, the Qilin Clan was completely wiped out, the Beginning Qilin perished, and the Yuanfeng Phoenix Clan was also reduced to almost nothing. The Primordial Phoenix underwent Nirvana. Only the Dragon Clan survived relatively intact, which shows the strength and methods of this race."

Nuwa thought to herself, "The Human Race's fortunes have completely gone astray. They made a name for themselves right after their birth, directly defeating the demon race and displaying their powerful prowess."

"However, the Heavenly Dao Human Race for this reason..."

If Human Race continues down this path, its ultimate fate might be to perish alongside the Wu and Demon.

Judging from the current situation, this is indeed the case: the three races of Wu and Demon, and Human rule over heaven, earth, and the sea—doesn't this correspond to the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans?

Just as Nuwa looked worried, the voice of the Dao Ancestor suddenly rang in her mind, telling her to go to the Purple Heaven Palace for a meeting.

"I wonder what business the Dao Ancestor has with me at the Purple Heaven Palace..."

Nuwa pondered for a moment, then stepped out of Wahuang Heaven and headed towards the Purple Heaven Palace.

Meanwhile, Ziwei and her group had already arrived at the East Sea.

Although the number of people was small, the combined aura of a Quasi-Sage and a group of Daluo Golden Immortal was extremely magnificent.

At this moment, all the powerful figures watching this scene became excited.

"It's starting! It's finally starting!"

For them, this is another good show about to unfold. Cultivation days are very boring, so it's nice to have a chance to relax occasionally, as long as it doesn't involve them.

The Sea of Blood Minghe, the Witch Clan, and the Demon Clan of the Primordial Starry Sky are all paying close attention.

This battle could very well change the landscape of the Endless Sea. Will the Human Race forcefully suppress the Dragon Clan and truly rule the sea, or will the Dragon Clan experience a second spring, defeat the Human Race, and rebuild its glory?

Everything hinges on this battle.

At this moment, countless creatures of the Primordial World all focused their gazes on the East Sea, their eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions: indifference, pleasure, and mockery.

Just then, the sea beneath the Human Race' feet stirred.

"They're here!"

All the onlookers felt a chill run down their spines and straightened up.

"Whoosh... gulp."

A bubble rose from the sea, and a huge dragon's head slowly emerged, then transformed into an Innate Dao Body with a dragon's head on its head.

This dragon was none other than Ao Zhan. He emerged from the sea, followed by two young dragons, and trotted along, stepping on the air to reach Ziwei.

"Descendants of the Dragon... you've finally arrived! What rare guests you are!" Ao Zhan said excitedly.

"Come, come in, please come to my Dragon Palace for a chat!"

He turned to the side and extended his hand in invitation, as if they had known each other for a long time, acting very familiar.

"Fellow Daoist, you're too kind. Please come in and let's talk inside."

Ziwei responded with a smile and enthusiasm.

Then, they walked into the sea side by side.

The group of powerful Human Race cultivators exchanged bewildered glances, as if they had seen a ghost. What was going on?

Was that thing really a dragon?

Ziwei revealed some details on the way here, but I never expected it to be like this; my imagination is really lacking.

So it turns out they really came here for tea.

Without lingering, they followed them into the East Sea.

The sea was calm again.

The world seemed to fall silent.

"This... this isn't right, is it?"

"That's it?"

Everything exploded.

All the creatures who were waiting to see a good show were dumbfounded and almost couldn't catch their breath.

They had even imagined a major battle, but the other person was chatting and laughing, practically arm in arm.

Such a huge drop in status, who could withstand it?

I simply cannot accept it.

Unbelievable!

Within the Primordial Galaxy, a group of demon race giants were instantly torn apart, their entire bodies seemingly petrified.

"What's going on? Why are they chatting and laughing like that?"

"Why didn't you make a move? Where is the Dragon Clan's fighting spirit? Don't they know what the Human Race did in the past?"

Bi Fang was furious, his voice like the morning bell and evening drum, shaking the surrounding stars.

"Damn mudskipper, could it be that it surrendered without a fight and has already submitted to the Human Race?" Kunpeng muttered to himself, his face gloomy.

His expression was a mixture of anger and laughter, appearing quite distorted.

Mount Kunlun.

Laozi and Yuanshi looked grim, their eyes flickering uncertainly.

To be honest, this was beyond their expectations. Not only did they not take action, but they were also chatting and laughing.

How can you laugh at a time like this?

"Has Ao Zhan, that wretched creature, been worn down by time and surrendered to the Human Race on his own initiative?" Yuanshi voice, his words revealing his dissatisfaction.

Ao Zhan's obsequious manner was hard to reconcile with that of the Dragon Clan leader; he lacked any air of a powerful figure.

"Although Ao Zhan is the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, he doesn't have the final say. There's also the Zhulong luckily escaped this calamity."

Laozi said calmly.

"Brother, do you mean... this was orchestrated by Zhulong?" Yuanshi asked Laozi.

He had met Zhulong a few times.

He's a very cunning and calculating old man.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have survived the Tribulation and remained alive until now.

Laozi nodded slightly and said, "Zhulong has a cunning mind; there must be some scheming behind this."

"In my opinion, he thinks that a direct confrontation is no match for the Human Race, so he wants to lure Human Race into the sea and then deal with them."

"They seem to greet you with smiles, but in reality, they harbor murderous intent and have already laid an ambush in the shadows!"