Roar~~
A high, piercing dragon's roar rang out, violent and domineering. It made one's heart tremble and, at the same time, stirred an irresistible urge to destroy everything nearby.
The Primordial Savage Dragon!
The moment Jiang Yuan condensed the Primordial Savage Dragon Dharma Form, the will it had left behind in heaven and earth also awakened, surging into Jiang Yuan's sea of consciousness in an instant as it tried to possess him.
"A centipede may die, but it never falls apart!"
Jiang Yuan remained calm. Even facing one of the mightiest Fierce Beasts, he showed no panic. He had ample confidence and wasn't afraid of the Primordial Savage Dragon's attempt to possess him.
First, the Primordial Savage Dragon had died long ago, and its remnant will was weak. Its power might not be much greater than his—in fact, it might even be weaker.
Second, he was inside the Sacred Temple, under Lady Nuwa's protection. There was no way he would be in danger.
Third, he possessed powerful treasures. The top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Myriad Star Pot, protected his spirit. Unless the Primordial Savage Dragon could instantly return to its peak, Jiang Yuan could stand still and let it try to possess him, and it still wouldn't succeed.
With so many trump cards, Jiang Yuan had nothing to fear from the Primordial Savage Dragon's remnant will. Instead, he studied it with keen interest, carefully examining the Chaos Dao Rhythms it carried.
The Primordial Savage Dragon had formed from the blood essence of a Chaos Demon God and stood on a level comparable to an Innate Divine Being. The Dao Rhythms it carried came from the Chaos Demon Gods, containing the oldest and most primordial mysteries of the Great Dao.
If Jiang Yuan could gain any insight from studying them, it would benefit him for the rest of his life.
"The aura of the Hunyuan Realm!"
"I never imagined that, after my death, such an existence would arise in the Primordial World. Many Chaos Demon Gods reached no higher than this realm."
When its remnant spirit had just awakened, the Primordial Savage Dragon had been thrilled, thinking its chance to come back to life had arrived. But after entering Jiang Yuan's sea of consciousness and sensing that supreme Sage aura, it was stunned.
How could this insignificant ant have any connection to a supreme Sage? It made no sense!
Though the Primordial Savage Dragon's life level was high enough to rival an Innate Divine Being, it had died too early, before its full potential could be realized.
When it died, it had only just entered the Quasi-Saint Realm. In its era, it had been one of the most powerful beings in heaven and earth.
But by today's standards, it could only be called a first-rate expert—not even a top-tier powerhouse, let alone a match for a Sage. A Sage was someone it could only look up to.
"Times keep moving forward. You may be a senior, but you died too early and missed too many opportunities. You've long since fallen behind."
Jiang Yuan glanced at the Primordial Savage Dragon and spoke. Unlike in later generations, when the world suffered repeated upheavals and new methods fell short of old ones, the cultivation arts of the Primordial World had continued advancing ever since its creation. As a result, new methods were far stronger than old ones.
Put simply, at the same cultivation level, those who practiced new methods were unquestionably much stronger than those who practiced old ones.
Take the Primordial Savage Dragon, for example. Even if it came back to life now, it would be among the weakest Quasi-Saints. It wouldn't stand a chance against a Quasi-Saint who practiced new methods.
"Youngster, I admit you have a point. But have you forgotten that I'm no creature of the Primordial World? I'm a descendant of the Chaos Demon Gods."
"I know nothing of these so-called old methods. What I cultivate is the Chaos Orthodox Path."
"No matter how powerful new methods are, they were created by creatures of the Primordial World. How could they compare to the Chaos Orthodox Path I inherited from the Chaos Demon Gods?"
The Primordial Savage Dragon sneered, unimpressed by Jiang Yuan's words. It admitted that sensing the Sage aura within Jiang Yuan had startled it.
But that was all. It had seen an even greater aura—that of Pangu—so why would a Sage's aura frighten it?
It simply hadn't expected the Primordial World to develop so quickly. How much time had passed since its death? And already, Sages had appeared.
If the Primordial World were given more time, would it give rise to an existence on par with the Chaos Demon Gods? If so, would its descendants still have any hope of survival?
That was what terrified the Primordial Savage Dragon. It had fallen too far behind and couldn't afford to waste any more time. It had to come back to life as quickly as possible and strive to catch up with its old enemies, securing a sliver of hope for its race.
"Pangu was stingy. He claimed to trust in the wisdom of future generations, so the innate inheritance he left the creatures of the Primordial World stopped at the Daluo Realm. They had to create everything beyond that for themselves."
"But our ancestor, the Chaos Demon Gods, were different. They held nothing back from their descendants. Every method they passed down was a supreme orthodox art, one that pointed straight to the Hunyuan Realm."
"How could a method created by you Innate Divine Beings compare to my Chaos Orthodox Path?"
Before Jiang Yuan could reply, the Primordial Savage Dragon continued its taunts. This was psychological warfare: it wanted to shake Jiang Yuan's Dao Heart, lower his defenses, and thereby improve its chances of taking over his body.
Nor was it lying. The descendants of the Chaos Demon Gods cultivated the Great Dao methods passed down by the Chaos Demon Gods. The creatures of the Primordial World, however, didn't cultivate Great Dao methods passed down by Pangu. They practiced Heavenly Dao methods they had developed themselves.
The Great Dao was complete, while the Heavenly Dao was flawed. How could a flawed method compare to a complete one? By the measure of their cultivation arts, Jiang Yuan had already lost.
"If the Demon God methods are so powerful, far superior to those of the Primordial World, how did you lose back then?"
With one sentence, Jiang Yuan ended the debate. The Primordial Savage Dragon immediately snapped, and a terrifying layer of Chaos Divine Flame surged around it.
Its power soared. Supreme might swept outward as its violent aura crashed against Jiang Yuan's mind, trying to awaken his urge to destroy and drive him into madness.
The Primordial Savage Dragon knew Jiang Yuan had powerful treasures protecting him. Ordinary methods probably wouldn't take him down. So it went all in from the very start, burning its remnant will to make its power surge for a short time.
It was staking everything on one desperate gamble: if possession succeeded, it would live. If it failed, its remnant will would dissipate on its own without Jiang Yuan having to lift a finger.
"The Dao has no high or low; people have strengths and weaknesses. Put simply, you weren't good enough. Otherwise, with your cultivation arts holding the advantage, how could you have been crushed by our ancestors and nearly wiped out?"
"And you blame Great God Pangu for being stingy and refusing to pass down stronger methods. The truth proves that Great God Pangu made the right choice. You were all spoiled by the Chaos Demon Gods, and that's why you suffered such a crushing defeat."
The Primordial Savage Dragon wasn't the only one who knew psychological warfare. Jiang Yuan did, too.
So while resisting the Primordial Savage Dragon, he kept hurling barbs at it, provoking it relentlessly in the hope of drawing out its ferocity.
Jiang Yuan wasn't afraid he couldn't deal with the Primordial Savage Dragon. He was afraid it would escape. So he kept provoking it, pushing it until it lost control of its emotions.
That way, even if it had the chance to flee, it wouldn't. It would insist on killing Jiang Yuan.
"Emperor Xi Dharma Image, Ancestral Dragon Dharma Image, suppress it!"
With a thought from Jiang Yuan, two Dharma Images appeared in his sea of consciousness, one on either side, sealing off the Primordial Savage Dragon's escape routes.
Then the Myriad Star Pot appeared in midair and slammed fiercely into the Primordial Savage Dragon's remnant will.