Kong Xuan Roams the Eastern Sea After the Siblings Depart

The Primordial World.

The Eastern Sea stretched vast and boundless, its waves meeting the sky as spiritual mist drifted through the air.

At this moment, Kong Xuan hovered alone between sea and sky, his Seven-Colored Feather Robe fluttering gently in the wind, divine light concealed within.

He looked down at this vast, deep-blue expanse, countless thoughts churning in his heart.

After traveling for tens of thousands of years, he had gained nothing.

Nuwa and Fuxi had long since departed.

They had decided to return to Mount Buzhou and enter seclusion, cultivating diligently to advance their attainments.

Kong Xuan had chosen to remain behind. He continued wandering the Eastern Sea, seeking an opportunity that belonged to him.

Simply because he did not know where else to go.

Though the Primordial World was vast, it seemed there was nowhere for him to belong.

Undying Volcano was the ancestral land of the Phoenix Clan.

As Yuanfeng's son, he should have returned there by all rights.

He could inherit that immense legacy and claim that natural cultivation ground.

Kong Xuan's gaze turned toward the distant south, yet his eyes were filled with resistance. He knew well that the Phoenix Clan bore the monstrous karmic burden of the Dragon-Han Cataclysm.

It was a karmic shackle so heavy that it could crush even a Daluo Golden Immortal.

He did not wish to be tainted by it.

Thus, he had neither returned nor considered inheriting that seemingly glorious burden.

As for finding another cultivation ground in the Primordial World, where could he truly belong?

Kong Xuan was utterly at a loss.

Though the Primordial World was vast and blessed lands were plentiful, none caught his eye.

As a Transmigrator, he naturally knew certain legends.

Beyond the Primordial World lay three immortal isles overseas.

Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou.

They were among the finest blessed grotto-heavens in the Primordial World, hidden in the depths of the Eastern Sea. Only those with immense fortune could obtain them.

Kong Xuan instantly fixed upon his goal.

He had come to the Eastern Sea to find one of these three immortal isles.

He would make it the foundation of his cultivation ground, a tranquil place to cultivate without disturbance.

The long years slipped silently away.

Kong Xuan's figure was like a lone wild goose.

He tirelessly roamed above the Eastern Sea, his divine sense spreading like a net as it swept over the sea, islands, and void again and again.

He did not overlook even the slightest abnormal fluctuation.

Yet the Eastern Sea was simply too vast.

The Three Immortal Isles were even more mysterious, concealed by innate formations that obscured heavenly secrets.

Ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

Kong Xuan still found nothing.

One day, as usual, he passed over an utterly ordinary island.

The island's spiritual energy was thin, and its vegetation sparse.

Grayish-brown rocks lay exposed, making the place seem desolate and lonely.

Among the countless islands of the Eastern Sea, it was wholly unremarkable.

Kong Xuan did not even spare it a second glance before preparing to fly past.

Suddenly!

A startling change erupted!

From the depths of the island, two incomparably terrifying currents of baleful energy burst forth without warning!

One gold and one silver, intertwined as they shredded each other!

Like two tangible yin-yang dragons, they shot toward the heavens with shrieks that tore through space!

Their target was Kong Xuan, who had merely passed by unintentionally!

The baleful energy contained an ultimate intent to kill—cold, violent, and bent on destroying everything. It instantly locked onto Kong Xuan's aura.

Alarm bells rang wildly in Kong Xuan's heart. As though two venomous primordial serpents had fixed their eyes on him, he abruptly came to his senses, and his mana surged instinctively around him.

"What fiend dares attack me?!"

Kong Xuan cried out sharply, his voice carrying awe-inspiring might.

Seven-Colored Divine Light erupted behind him, forming seven indestructible barriers like heavenly rivers stretched across the space before him.

Boom—!!!

A deafening blast exploded between sea and sky!

The gold-silver baleful energy collided violently with the Seven-Colored Divine Light!

A violent shockwave of energy swept outward in every direction like raging ocean waves!

The sea surface was instantly pressed into a massive crater before rebounding fiercely and raising towering waves.

The reefs along the island's edge shattered inch by inch, turning to dust.

Kong Xuan's body swayed slightly.

The Seven-Colored Divine Light flowed around him, brushing away and annihilating all invading baleful energy.

His gaze flashed like lightning, piercing through the scattered chaotic currents of energy as it swept sharply toward the island below.

The source of the attack revealed itself.

It was not a living creature, but an exceedingly strange flood dragon!

Its enormous body was covered in gold and silver scales, exuding dense yin-yang baleful energy.

The Gold-Silver Flood Dragon coiled atop a bare mountain at the center of the island.

Its crimson eyes fixed tightly on Kong Xuan in the air. There was not the slightest glimmer of reason within them, only pure, frenzied killing intent that sought to destroy all things.

It let out a silent roar toward the heavens. Tangible soundwaves shook space as its massive body suddenly sprang upward!

Wrapped in even more violent gold-silver baleful energy, it lunged at Kong Xuan again with incomparable ferocity, like an arrow loosed from a bow!

Kong Xuan frowned deeply.

"What is this thing?"

He muttered softly, deeply perplexed.

The monster before him possessed a bizarre aura. It seemed alive, yet not alive.

He had never seen anything like it in either his inherited memories or what he had heard in his previous life.

The gold-silver baleful energy was fundamentally pure, yet filled with chaos and destruction.

Before he could think further, the Gold-Silver Flood Dragon had already reached him. Its claws tore through space, while its jaws spat forth baleful radiance.

Its might was astonishing, no weaker than that of a Daluo Golden Immortal!

"Hmph! Courting death!"

A cold gleam flashed through Kong Xuan's eyes.

Since it had attacked him of its own accord and possessed no reason at all,

there was no need to show mercy. With a beat of his wings, the Seven-Colored Divine Light ceased defending and transformed into seven unstoppable streams of radiance.

Azure, crimson, yellow, white, black, yin, and yang!

The seven colors intertwined, evolving the mutual generation and restraint of the Five Elements, the cycling of yin and yang.

Carrying the domineering Dao intent to brush away all things, they swept fiercely toward the oncoming Gold-Silver Flood Dragon!

The Seven-Colored Divine Light surged across the battlefield. At times, it fell like a heavenly curtain and wiped out baleful energy; at times, it split the sky like divine swords and cleaved at the dragon's body; at times, it evolved into a prison of yin, yang, and the Five Elements, sealing space itself.

The Gold-Silver Flood Dragon was exceptionally ferocious. It seemed to know neither pain nor fear.

Whenever its body was torn apart by the divine light, it rapidly healed amid surging baleful energy.

Dragon claws, dragon tail, and torrents of baleful energy attacked Kong Xuan in a frenzy.

Every collision unleashed a terrifying storm of energy.

Kong Xuan wielded the Seven-Colored Divine Light, its divine power brought to perfection in his hands.

As he fought, he carefully sensed his opponent's condition.

His divine sense was like the most precise probe, scanning every inch of the Gold-Silver Flood Dragon's structure.

Gradually, he discovered the truth: this Gold-Silver Flood Dragon was not a genuine creature of flesh and blood.

Its core consisted of two extraordinarily refined strands of innate yin-yang baleful energy!

For some unknown reason, they had gained sentience over the long years, then become tainted by some lingering aura left behind by fallen Dragon Clan members.

In the end, they had evolved into the baleful-energy aggregate before him, dragonlike yet not truly a dragon.

"Alive, yet not alive..."

Kong Xuan understood.

"It is somewhat similar to zombies, who stand beyond the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements."

"Both are aberrant existences, neither truly living nor dead."

"Its combat strength is indeed at the level of a Daluo Golden Immortal."

Afterward, Kong Xuan fought it from the sky to the sea, then from the sea into the depths of the island.

A hundred years passed silently amid the fierce exchanges of attack and defense.

Kong Xuan always held control of the battle. The Seven-Colored Divine Light seemed to naturally restrain baleful energy.

But the Gold-Silver Flood Dragon drew upon the island's baleful source in its earth veins. Its strength seemed inexhaustible, and its recovery ability was equally astonishing.

The two fell into a stalemate.

A fierce glint flashed through Kong Xuan's eyes. He could not drag this out any longer; he decided to use his full strength.

"Seven-Colored Unity, Chaos Return to Origin!"