After crossing an endless void spanning untold billions upon billions of miles, space suddenly rippled violently atop an unnamed solitary peak in the heart of the Primordial Wilderness.
Dijiang staggered out of the void with Houtu, Xuanming, and the injured Zhu Rong.
"Cough..."
The instant he landed, Dijiang, who had been imposing in every direction like a killing god descended upon the world, suddenly swayed and spat out a mouthful of blood shimmering with silver light without warning!
The powerful aura that had been as deep and vast as an abyss and sea plummeted madly in that instant like a deflated ball. His entire body instantly became listless, and he nearly dropped to one knee.
"Big Brother!"
"Big Brother, what's wrong?!"
This sudden turn of events frightened Houtu and Xuanming out of their wits. The two women hurriedly supported Dijiang's swaying body from either side.
Zhu Rong's eyes turned bloodshot with anxiety. Ignoring his injuries, he was about to rush over, but Zhu Jiuyin, who was equally worried beside him, grabbed him.
At this moment, Dijiang's body was in utter turmoil.
The backlash from forcibly crossing realms to instantly kill two Late Daluos was like countless sharp blades carving through his meridians and Primordial Spirit.
Fortunately, the Creation Jade Disk deep within his sea of consciousness was spinning madly at this moment. Strands of incomparably pure energy brimming with vitality and the breath of creation poured down from the Jade Disc like a waterfall, continuously flowing into every limb and bone of his body, forcibly repairing his damaged foundation.
With the support of this creation energy, a trace of color finally returned to Dijiang's pale face.
He waved his hand, signaling for his younger siblings not to panic. Taking a deep breath, he said with a bitter smile, "It's nothing. I won't die. I'm merely exhausted, and my origin has been damaged."
"Big Brother, those two old bastards were only Late Daluos. With your strength, how could you have been injured this badly?" Zhu Rong's face was filled with guilt and confusion.
Dijiang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at everyone's worried gazes, he explained, "Did you really think the gap between realms among Daluo Golden Immortals was just for show? I was able to kill them instantly because, first, they were careless and underestimated us, and second..."
Dijiang paused, then said in a deep voice, "I burned my origin blood essence, all for the sake of a single killing blow."
After hearing Dijiang's explanation, all the ancestral shamans sucked in a cold breath, their hearts surging with indescribable emotion and shock.
How precious was blood essence?
It was the foundation upon which their ancestral shaman existence stood!
For their sake, and to avoid drawing the Quasi-Saint powers of the Phoenix Clan, Big Brother had actually paid such a terrible price without the slightest hesitation!
Zhu Rong's eyes reddened as he clenched his fists tightly. Houtu and Xuanming's eyes also shimmered, filled with heartache.
They all felt that Big Brother had acted somewhat rashly, but looking at Dijiang's calm gaze, no one could bring themselves to voice that reproach.
Zhu Jiuyin took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart. His gaze swept over the others as he said steadily, "Big Brother, we were reckless this time. The waters of the Primordial World run deep, and the foundations of the three clans are even more unfathomable. I propose that we end this journey here. We should immediately return to Pangu Hall and cultivate in seclusion. Unless we completely digest the opportunities we gained this time, we must never set foot in the Primordial World so lightly again!"
"Second Brother is right. We'll go back and cultivate. Once I break through to Late Daluo, I'll overturn the Undying Volcano!" Zhu Rong echoed through gritted teeth.
Feeling the waves of warm nourishment emanating from the Creation Jade Disk within him, Dijiang nodded. "Good. We'll do as Jiu Yin says. Given my current condition, I truly need to return to Pangu Hall and make proper use of the blood pool to recuperate."
After saying that, he lifted his head and looked toward two other directions of the Primordial World, a trace of worry flashing through his eyes. "I just wonder how Gonggong and Qiang Liang's two groups are doing now. Have they encountered any danger...?"
Meanwhile, within a hidden sea abyss by the Eastern Sea of the Primordial World.
The seawater here was an eerie ink-black, and the pressure weighed as heavily as ten thousand jun. An ordinary Primordial Unity Golden Immortal who carelessly fell in would be crushed into mush in an instant.
Yet at this moment, this deathly silent sea abyss had been stirred into chaos by violent fluctuations of magical power.
"Hahaha! Wonderful! Dragon Clan loaches, with only this much ability, you dare try to snatch your grandpas' treasure?"
Gonggong's wild blue hair drifted freely through the seawater. He stood atop two black dragon-shaped waves, wielding a trident condensed from Extreme Cold Heavy Water. His attacks were broad and unrestrained, every strike carrying the terrifying pressure of the entire sea abyss.
Around him floated the mangled remains of more than a dozen Dragon Clan elites, including even two Pureblood True Dragons at the Early Zenith Heaven realm!
Behind Gonggong, Ru Shou, the ancestral shaman of metal, wore a cold expression as dazzling Geng Metal sword qi swirled around him.
He governed slaughter and warfare. Every wave of his hand released indestructible golden sharpness, effortlessly slicing into several pieces any Dragon Clan members who tried to ambush Gonggong.
Jumang, the ancestral shaman of wood, stood between the two. Countless thick green vines sprouted beneath his feet, not only sealing off the surrounding space completely, but also continuously channeling surging Yi Wood vitality into Gonggong and Ru Shou, keeping them constantly at the peak of their combat condition.
Metal gave rise to water, and water gave rise to wood.
Just as Dijiang had predicted when he first divided the groups, the three of them reinforced one another through the Five Elements, combining offense and defense.
Ru Shou led the offense, Gonggong controlled the field and unleashed explosive power, while Jumang handled defense and recovery. Working together, the three had slaughtered a Dragon Clan sea patrol squad until not a single piece of armor remained, right on the Dragon Clan's own Eastern Sea territory!
"That's enough, Gonggong. Stop showing off."
Ru Shou casually cut off a massive dragon head, shook the blood from his hand, and looked toward a strange stone at the center of the sea abyss that emitted a gentle blue-gold radiance. "We've already obtained this Innate Water-Gold Mother Qi Stone. This is the Eastern Sea, after all. If we draw the attention of a powerful Dragon Clan expert, the three of us won't be able to bear it."
Jumang nodded as well. "That's right. We've gathered nearly enough materials and spiritual roots. I have a faint sense of unease, and I fear something may change."
Though Gonggong loved battle, he knew what mattered. He immediately put away his trident and swept up the strange stone along with the surrounding Dragon Clan blood essence. "Then let's go. Back to Pangu Hall!"
Meanwhile, in the Endless Thunder Marsh in the north of the Primordial Wilderness Continent.
This place was shrouded by heavy dark clouds year-round. Above the heavens, violet-blue thunderbolts as thick as mountains poured down like a torrential rain. Within a radius of a million li, all life had been extinguished, presenting a scene like the end of the world.
Yet at the center of this world-destroying thunderstorm stood three towering figures like Gods and Devils.
"Boom!"
A divine bolt of lightning struck down, only for Qiang Liang, the ancestral shaman of thunder, to seize it in his hand.
His muscles were knotted, lightning serpents coiling around his body. He actually stuffed that violent divine lightning directly into his mouth as though chewing sugar beans, crunching it until it crackled.
"Comfortable!"
Qiang Liang laughed loudly.
Beside him, Xi Zi, the ancestral shaman of lightning, had her eyes tightly shut as electric light flickered around her. Countless fine webs of electricity spread outward from her as their center, greedily absorbing the lightning origin between heaven and earth.
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