Dragon Saint Born! The Ancestral Dragon, Victor of the Three Races

The Duke of the East asked respectfully, his face full of reverence. All the past events were buried deep in his heart and he did not reveal them.

Even if Sage tricks him, he will still greet him with a smile and flatter him when they meet.

After all, their strength is undeniable.

Killing him would only require a glance.

"Hehe, Duke of the East, do you want to become a saint?" Laozi asked with a smile, his face full of kindness.

Upon hearing this, Duke of the East was stunned. He nodded, then shook his head.

He was all too familiar with those words. The same person, the same tone. Back when he was at the lowest point in his life and in despair, Laozi appeared before him like the sun.

He said the same thing to him.

But today is different from the past. When the Duke of the East heard these words again, he felt only fear and resistance.

That's terrifying.

Let's just get it over with.

"Hmm?" Laozi's face tightened, and he asked seriously, "Duke of the East, I'm not joking with you."

"The opportunity to become a saint has arrived. You are the Heaven-Appointed Sage. Do not doubt, and there is no need to be afraid."

As he spoke, Laozi raised his hand and grabbed, and the Primordial Violet Qi appeared in his hand, appearing before the Duke of the East. The purple radiance and Daoist charm dyed his face purple.

"This..." Duke of the East was stunned, staring blankly at the Primordial Violet Qi in front of him. At this moment, he finally came to his senses.

Is Laozi Tzu serious?

Looking back on the series of events that have happened recently— the South Ablaze Volcano, the Nether Sea of Blood, Laozi and Yuanshi going around giving away Primordial Violet Qi —it seems that none of them have gone very smoothly in the end.

But one thing is certain: they really did offer it, but they were too rude and it wasn't accepted; they were repeatedly humiliated.

Thinking of this, the Duke of the East's eyes lit up. This wasn't a dream, but reality!

Although this thing wasn't given away, who could truly refuse a complete piece of Primordial Violet Qi?

"Then... I'll accept it?" Duke of the East collected his thoughts and reached out with trembling hands to receive the Primordial Violet Qi. He was so excited that his soul was filled with joy.

Stumbling and struggling, I've never been so close to sainthood!

Laozi nodded slightly and smiled with satisfaction, "Of course."

"Duke of the East, you were not the only chosen candidate, but in the end, we all agreed that you were the most suitable choice."

At this point, Laozi pointed to the sky and slowly said, "He gave us some face, which can be considered as settling this matter completely."

He had a mysterious air about him, yet also a touch of humility and reserve—the kind of helplessness that comes from not wanting to reveal something but having to.

Upon hearing this, the Duke of the East could no longer contain himself and wept with gratitude, saying, "Thank you so much for your guidance, Two Saints. I will never forget it."

"If you ever need my help in the future, just ask. I won't even flinch from going through fire and water."

He spoke with great enthusiasm and conviction.

Duke of the East knew that he had to say something at this time to express his stance and loyalty.

"You flatter me. Once you become a saint, we will all be fellow Daoists. There's no need for such formalities," Laozi said with a smile.

Yuanshi Laozi resolve the situation with just a few words, Duke of the East felt a pang of envy. The Yuanfeng and Minghe he had encountered were both troublemakers, leaving him with no face whatsoever.

Afterwards, Duke of the East flattered him again before withdrawing his Primordial Violet Qi and reluctantly leaving Mount Kunlun.

After leaving the Mount Kunlun, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a calm and indifferent expression, a disdainful sneer in his heart.

He didn't believe a single word of what Laozi and Yuanshi said, and he wasn't moved by it at all.

Over the years, they've been seasoned veterans, their minds are crystal clear.

"Hehe, after I become a saint, I'll have some real fun with you all..."

Duke of the East thought to himself, "On the surface, all is calm. I must hurry back to the Heavenly Court to carry out my plan to become a saint."

Yaochi noticed their hurried manner and was puzzled. Had the Duke of the East stumbled upon a treasure?

Why the rush? And why the obvious joy on his face? You can tell from his energy and spirit; that doesn't lie.

After a moment's thought, Yaochi withdrew her gaze, stopped thinking about it, and then left the South Heaven Gate.

She was going to find Laozi and Yuanshi to see if they could, out of respect for the Dao Ancestor, give her the last wisp of Primordial Violet Qi.

In fact, Yaochi had been paying attention to this matter for a long time. Seeing that Laozi and Yuanshi had repeatedly encountered setbacks and that the last wisp of Primordial Violet Qi could not be sent out, she must have begun to get anxious.

She could go there at this moment, say a few nice words, downplay the seriousness of the matter, use sweet talk, and combine that with her own strength.

Isn't this last wisp of Primordial Violet Qi already his for the taking?

In Yaochi's view, no matter what the reason, she was the most suitable choice.

Yaochi was full of confidence and had great ambitions. Haotian looked down on her and didn't take her seriously. But once he became a saint, he would definitely give her a good thrashing and regain his authority.

The Heavenly Court is not only surnamed Hao, but also Yao!

When Laozi and Yuanshi learned that Yaochi was requesting an audience at Mount Kunlun, they used the excuse of seclusion to avoid seeing him.

If you're going to drag it out, then just keep dragging it out!

As time goes by, the wheels of history keep turning.

On this day, a deafening roar resounded across the East Sea:

"By the Heavenly Dao above, our Dragon Clan's Ancestral Dragon, the Ancestral Dragon, witnessing the widespread Slaughter and devastation of the Primordial World, has now attained sainthood in accordance with the Heavenly Dao, maintaining the balance of the Celestial Sphere..."

"Boom..."

This magnificent Daoist sound stirred up the long-calm Primordial World once again.

The powerful figures from all walks of life were deeply impressed by this heavenly voice, which resonated in their ears, leaving them in a daze.

Many powerful figures were unaware that the Ancestral Dragon had also received the Primordial Violet Qi, so when they suddenly heard this Daoist voice, they were stunned, as if they had been transported back to the ancient era of the Three Races' struggle for supremacy.

Ancestral Dragon!

What an ancient name! So ancient that many new beings don't even know what it is.

"Wenglong..."

Awe-inspiring omens and extraordinary phenomena followed one after another, with a golden River of Merit surging forth and stretching across the sky above the East Sea.

The will of Heavenly Dao responded, and the oath of the Ancestral Dragon was recognized.

This once again alarmed many powerful figures. The oath of the Ancestral Dragon sounded very hasty and could not be compared with that of the previous saints, but it still gained the approval of the Heavenly Dao.

"Heavens! Wasn't the Ancestral Dragon going to Sea Eye? Why does he also need to prove his Dao?"

"The Dragon Clan is about to rise! Who would have thought that in the struggle between the three races, the Dragon Clan would be the ultimate victor?"

They were shocked and filled with endless sighs. Who could have imagined that after such a long time, the Dragon Clan dragon race would suddenly rise again?

As for his former rivals, Yuanfeng and Beginning Qilin, one died suddenly, and the other failed to attain enlightenment.

Yuanfeng, in particular, is the most regrettable. She could have possessed a wisp of Primordial Violet Qi to attain sainthood and transcend worldly affairs.

However, he refused due to his delirium.

Now things are different. Their old rival, Ancestral Dragon, has become a saint, while Yuanfeng has been captured by Ling Xiao, and her fate is unknown.

The contrast is like night and day.

Yuanfeng missed her best opportunity.

The powerful figures lamented that the path of cultivation was similar, where a single wrong choice could jeopardize one's path to immortality.

Yuanfeng is a living example.

This serves as a warning to them that sometimes integrity alone cannot put food on the table.