Opportunity Proves Fruitless, Dongwang Gong Appears

The Primordial World.

The Eastern Sea was boundless, its emerald waves vast and endless.

Kong Xuan had wandered this expansive sea for who knew how many years.

The Seven-Colored Divine Light was drawn into his body as he transformed into an almost imperceptible streak of escaping light, sweeping across the sea and sky again and again. His divine sense spread like a net as he searched with painstaking care.

Yet there was still no trace of the Three Immortal Isles.

Penglai, Fangzhang, Yingzhou—the legendary Immortal Mountains Overseas—seemed to have completely merged into nothingness. No matter how he searched, he could not find the slightest clue.

Every fruitless sweep of his divine sense made Kong Xuan's mood sink a little further.

Anxiety quietly grew like an undercurrent beneath the sea.

This stretch of sea had once been Dragon Clan territory, after all.

Kong Xuan's avian aura was like a beacon in the darkness, impossible to conceal completely.

He encountered more than one patrol of the Dragon Clan.

Their dragon might was imposing, their scales grim and cold.

The moment those dragons sensed the distinctive aura of the Avian Clan on Kong Xuan, vicious light surged in their eyes.

The blood feud of the Dragon-Han Cataclysm, the hostility carved into their bloodlines, was instantly ignited.

Roaring, they stirred the winds, clouds, and waves as they moved to surround him.

Yet when their divine senses truly touched Kong Xuan's true form and felt the vast, majestic pressure that far surpassed an ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal, every savage thought was instantly frozen and extinguished, as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

The leading dragon's pupils contracted sharply, and its enormous body abruptly halted in midair.

That cold, powerful divine sense swept over it with seemingly tangible weight, making the flesh beneath its scales tremble.

A Daluo Golden Immortal!

And one with an aura so unfathomably deep and terrifying at that!

Gang up on him?

The thought had barely surfaced before merciless reality crushed it to pieces.

The avian before them was absolutely not someone these defeated remnants could afford to provoke.

Without the slightest hesitation, the leading dragon let out a short, low dragon roar filled with irrepressible terror.

Its massive body suddenly turned, fleeing Kong Xuan at top speed like a startled bird.

The other dragons were even more silent with fear. They hurriedly followed suit and fled into the deep sea in panic, terrified that a single step too slow would bring them utter destruction.

In the blink of an eye, the sea returned to calm, leaving behind only ripples spreading into the distance.

Kong Xuan hovered in the air, his Seven-Colored Feather Robe fluttering gently in the sea breeze.

He watched the fleeing dragons with disdain but did not attack.

Naturally, he understood why the Dragon Clan, once the foremost Scaled Overlord, now feared him, their enemy, like a tiger.

The Dragon-Han Cataclysm!

That monstrous slaughter which had swept across the Primordial World and buried countless great powers had long since shattered the glory and foundations of the three clans.

The Qilin Clan?

They had long retreated deep underground, their whereabouts unknown, as though they had vanished into the dust of history.

The Phoenix Clan?

They could only struggle on at the Undying Volcano in the south, relying on the residual power of Yuanfeng's nirvana site to barely preserve their last shred of vitality. Their former splendor was long gone.

The Dragon Clan had likewise suffered grievous losses, their condition miserable beyond measure.

The scaled royal clan that had once dominated the Four Seas now had almost no experts left within it.

Rumor had it that their only remaining Hunyuan Golden Immortal-level powerhouse was Torch Dragon, who had been gravely wounded and sleeping since the Dragon-Han Cataclysm. Whether he lived or died was still uncertain.

He, Kong Xuan, was a dignified Daluo Golden Immortal!

Though he was only at the Early Daluo stage, that was enough for him to look down upon the present remnants of the Primordial World.

As long as the Dragon Clan's upper ranks had not completely lost their minds, how could they stupidly mobilize their already scarce forces to besiege a clearly formidable Daluo Golden Immortal like him?

How would that be any different from courting death?

It would only increase their casualties and further drain their strength.

The Dragon Clan had long lost the confidence to act without restraint.

With no more concerns in his heart, Kong Xuan cast his gaze back toward the boundless Eastern Sea and continued searching for the Three Immortal Islands Overseas.

One day.

Kong Xuan was passing over an apparently ordinary stretch of sea.

His divine sense swept through the void out of habit when he suddenly caught an unusual fluctuation.

It was not spiritual energy, but the origin of a force that was supremely yang, supremely rigid, and impossible to resist.

It was hidden deeply, like magma sunk beneath the seabed, flickering in and out of sight within the cracks of space. Had Kong Xuan's divine sense not been so refined, and had he not possessed the Yin-Yang Origin, it would have been nearly impossible to detect.

Kong Xuan's heart stirred. He immediately concealed his aura and hid within a fold in the void, blending perfectly with his surroundings.

He followed the pull of that thread of Pure Yang Force and looked ahead.

At the point where sea and sky met in the distance, a figure was flying toward him at an unhurried pace.

The man wore a luxurious Daoist robe and had lean, refined features. A faint Pure Yang Aura surrounded him. He was clearly not an Eastern Sea Native, but someone searching for something within this vast sea.

Judging by his appearance, his focused expression, and the way his eyes constantly swept across the sea and the void, he was clearly seeking some opportunity in the Eastern Sea, just like Kong Xuan.

The man seemed to have found nothing. His brows were tightly furrowed as he muttered to himself.

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly entered Kong Xuan's ears through the void where he was hidden. "Strange... My opportunity should be within the Eastern Sea. Why have I still been unable to find it?"

He stopped among the clouds and gazed at the boundless sea, confusion and a trace of barely perceptible impatience appearing on his face.

After a moment, he shook his head and murmured, "Never mind. I will continue searching. I will certainly find it!"

"I, Dongwang Gong, possess deep fortune. How can I simply give up?"

As his words fell, the Daoist who called himself Dongwang Gong closed his eyes once more, seemingly sensing something in silence.

Then his figure moved, and he continued traveling and searching across the Eastern Sea under some unseen guidance, his direction clear and his determination unwavering.

Hidden deep within the void, Kong Xuan took in every detail and heard everything clearly.

Dongwang Gong!

The name exploded in Kong Xuan's sea of consciousness like a thunderclap.

Fragments of memories from his previous life surged forth and rapidly overlapped with the scene before him.

Wasn't Dongwang Gong's Daoist sanctuary Penglai Immortal Island?!

A thread of wild joy, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, sent enormous ripples through Kong Xuan's calm heart.

After wearing out iron shoes in search, he had found it without effort!

He had searched bitterly for ten thousand years without finding the way, yet this man before him possessed the great opportunity to find Penglai!

Wouldn't following him be the best shortcut?

A brilliant light flashed in Kong Xuan's eyes as a clear plan formed in an instant.

Yet the moment the thought arose, a concern surfaced as well.

Following him to seize his sanctuary would create immense karma!

Dongwang Gong was, after all, the future Chief of Male Immortals. His fortune was profound, and forming such a grudge would bring endless future trouble.

How should he resolve it?

The lesson of Hongyun giving up his seat in Zixiao Palace instantly surfaced in his mind.

Hongyun had given his seat to Zhun Ti out of a moment of kindness, thus forming tremendous karma.

And what happened in the end?

After the Two Western Saints became Sages, they stood by and watched as Hongyun was attacked and killed by Kunpeng and Minghe, his body and Dao destroyed, his soul extinguished.

Even karma that Sages were powerless to repay could only end in death and destruction.

Much less here, in the Primordial World!

The strong were honored, and the weak were prey. That was the eternal, unchanging law!

Among those of equal rank, one might still need to beware of karmic entanglements and schemes from the other side.

But at this moment, Dongwang Gong's strength was completely exposed beneath Kong Xuan's keen perception.

Early Daluo Golden Immortal.

Kong Xuan was also at the early stage, but he cultivated both primordial spirit and physical body. The solidity of his foundation, the purity of his mana, and the power of his divine abilities were far beyond those of an ordinary Early Daluo cultivator.

With the Seven-Colored Divine Light in hand, Kong Xuan was confident that dealing with Dongwang Gong would be effortless!

Strength was the greatest support.

Before an absolute gap in power, so-called karma was merely the wail of the defeated.

At that thought, the last trace of hesitation in Kong Xuan's eyes completely vanished.

Without further delay, his seven-colored escaping light became the most concealed of shadows, silently following the Pure Yang figure ahead from afar.