The Truth Behind Slaying a Late Great Principal in Adversity

After crossing an immeasurable expanse of boundless void, space atop an unnamed solitary peak in the heart of the Primordial Wilderness suddenly rippled violently.

Dijiang staggered out of the void with Houtu, Xuanming, and the injured Zhu Rong.

"Cough..."

The moment he landed, Dijiang—who had just been imposing and majestic, like a god of slaughter descended upon the world—swayed violently and, without warning, spat out a mouthful of blood gleaming with silver light!

The formidable aura that had once been as deep and vast as an abyss and sea plummeted wildly at that instant like a deflated balloon. His entire body instantly became listless, and he nearly dropped to one knee.

"Big Brother!"

"Big Brother, what happened to you?!"

This sudden turn of events frightened Houtu and Xuanming out of their wits. The two women hurriedly supported Dijiang's tottering body from either side.

Zhu Rong's eyes turned crimson with anxiety. Ignoring his own injuries, he was about to rush over, only to be grabbed by Zhu Jiuyin, who was equally worried.

At this moment, Dijiang's body was in utter turmoil.

The backlash from forcibly crossing realms to instantly kill two Late Great Principals was like countless blades slicing 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 aura of creation, poured from the Jade Disc like a waterfall, continuously merging into his limbs and bones and 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 a hand to tell his younger brothers and sisters not to panic, then drew a deep breath and 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 Great Principals. With your strength, how could you have been injured so badly?" Zhu Rong's face was filled with guilt and confusion.

Dijiang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at their worried expressions, he explained, "Did you truly think the gap between realms among Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals was merely for show? The reason I could instantly kill them was, first, because they were careless and underestimated us, and second..."

Dijiang paused, then said gravely, "I burned the origin blood essence within my body, all for that single fatal strike."

Upon hearing Dijiang's explanation, all the ancestral witches sucked in a breath of cold air, their hearts surging with indescribable emotion and shock.

How precious was blood essence?

It was the very foundation upon which they ancestral witches stood!

To save them, and to avoid drawing the Quasi-Saint experts of the Phoenix Clan, Big Brother had actually paid such a grievous price without the slightest hesitation!

Zhu Rong's eyes reddened as he clenched his fists tightly. Houtu and Xuanming's gazes also wavered, filled with heartache.

They all felt that Big Brother had acted somewhat rashly, but seeing Dijiang's calm eyes, none of them voiced those words of reproach.

Zhu Jiuyin drew a deep breath, suppressing the turbulence in his heart. His gaze swept over everyone as he said steadily, "Big Brother, we were rash this time. The Primordial World runs deep, and the foundations of the three clans are even more unfathomable. I propose that we end this journey here. We return to Pangu Hall at once and enter seclusion to cultivate. Unless we completely absorb this opportunity, we must never set foot in the Primordial World so casually again!"

"Second Brother is right. We'll go back and cultivate. Once I break through to Late Great Principal, I'll turn the Undying Volcano upside down!" Zhu Rong echoed through gritted teeth.

Feeling the waves of warm nourishment from the Creation Jade Disk within him, Dijiang nodded. "Alright, we'll do as Jiu Yin says. In my current condition, I truly need to return to Pangu Hall and use the blood pool to recuperate properly."

With that, he raised his head and looked toward two other directions in the Primordial World, a trace of worry flashing through his eyes. "I just wonder how Gonggong and Qiang Liang's group is doing now. Have they encountered any danger...?"

Meanwhile, within a hidden sea abyss by the shores of the Eastern Sea in the Primordial World.

The seawater here was an eerie ink-black, and its pressure weighed as heavily as ten thousand jun. An ordinary Primordial Unity Golden Immortal who carelessly fell in would instantly be crushed into pulp.

Yet at this moment, this deathly silent sea abyss had been churned upside down by violent waves of mana.

"Hahaha! Splendid! You Dragon Clan loaches, with only this much skill, you dare try to steal your grandpas' treasure?"

Gonggong's wild blue hair streamed freely through the seawater. Standing atop two black dragon-shaped torrents, he wielded a trident condensed from Extreme Cold Heavy Water, opening and closing with immense force. Every strike carried the terrifying water pressure of the entire sea abyss.

All 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 witch of metal, wore a stern expression as dazzling Geng Metal sword qi swirled around him.

He governed slaughter. With every wave of his hand, invincible golden sharp qi slashed out, effortlessly cutting into several pieces the Dragon Clan members who attempted to ambush Gonggong.

Jumang, the ancestral witch of wood, stood between them. Countless thick green vines sprouted beneath his feet, not only sealing the surrounding space tightly but also continuously pouring vast Yimu vitality into Gonggong and Ru Shou, keeping them in peak fighting condition at all times.

Metal generated water, and water generated wood.

Just as Dijiang had predicted when he divided the groups, the five elements of the three complemented one another, giving them both offense and defense.

Ru Shou led the attack, Gonggong handled control and explosive power, while Jumang took charge of defense and recovery. With the three joining forces, they had slaughtered a Dragon Clan sea patrol squad until not a single piece of armor remained, right on the Dragon Clan's own territory in the Eastern Sea!

"That's enough, Gonggong. Stop showing off."

Ru Shou casually severed 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-and-gold radiance. "This Innate Water-Gold Mother Qi Stone is already ours. This is the Eastern Sea, after all. If we draw the Dragon Clan's mighty experts here, the three of us won't be able to handle it."

Jumang nodded as well. "Indeed. We have looted nearly enough materials and spiritual roots. I have a faint feeling of unease. I fear something may go wrong."

Though Gonggong was battle-hungry, he knew what mattered. He immediately put away his trident, swept up the strange stone and the Dragon Clan blood essence around it, and said, "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 in thick black clouds all year round. Above, violet-blue bolts of furious lightning 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 in the heart of this heaven-destroying, earth-shattering thunderstorm stood three towering figures like Gods and Devils.

"Rumble!"

A divine bolt of lightning crashed down, only for Qiang Liang, the ancestral witch of thunder, to seize it in his hand.

His entire body was knotted with muscles, with lightning serpents coiling around him. He actually stuffed that violent divine lightning directly into his mouth like sugar beans, chewing until it crackled loudly.

"Refreshing!"

Qiang Liang laughed loudly.

Beside him, Xi Zi, the ancestral witch of lightning, had her eyes tightly closed. Electric light flickered around her body as countless fine electric webs radiated outward from her, greedily absorbing the lightning origin between heaven and earth.