The Primordial World's Greatest Causal Killing Weapon: "Fellow Daoist, Please Stay"

At the eastern horizon, a vast and ancient aura of the Dragon Race surged across layer upon layer of mountains and rivers.

The Great Luo pressure within it locked onto the newly revived Eastern Water-Wood Ancestral Vein without the slightest concealment.

Qing Xuan withdrew his gaze from the east and turned to Qing Yi beside him.

"Leave. Now."

Qing Yi froze slightly.

A trace of confusion flashed through her clear eyes, as if she did not understand why they had to run.

They had only just attained Great Luo, and they possessed two top-grade Innate Spirit Treasures. Even if the other party harbored ill intent, they might not be able to do much to them.

Yet out of trust in Qing Xuan, the young woman asked nothing.

In an instant, Great Dao intertwined beneath their feet.

The phantom of a deep, boundless world and a Twenty-Four-Petal Azure Lotus blooming with endless light of creation manifested at the same time, tightly concealing their auras before vanishing into the void without warning.

The next moment, the two figures disappeared like clay oxen entering the sea, leaving the newly revived ancestral vein directly and racing toward a direction completely opposite the Dragon Race aura.

Their movements flowed like water, without a trace of hesitation.

At the end of the sea of clouds, an enormous dragon boat, seemingly forged entirely from divine metal and emanating an ancient Primordial World aura, sailed through the sky.

On the dragon boat, Qiuniu, Ancestor Dragon's eldest son, was looking down at the map of water veins in his hand.

On the scroll, the node representing the Eastern Water-Wood Ancestral Vein was radiating unprecedentedly brilliant spiritual light, brimming with vitality.

But just as he was about to put away the scroll and step forward to befriend the two newly born Great Luo divinities, the gentle smile on Qiuniu's face abruptly froze.

Qiuniu raised his head, but only managed to catch the fading remnants of two escape lights at the edge of the heavens, about to vanish completely into the depths of the void.

"...They left?"

The dragon horn on Qiuniu's forehead trembled slightly, and his tone carried undisguised bewilderment.

"They left."

Yinglong stood with his hands behind his back at the very front of the dragon boat, his dark-golden robe snapping in the gale.

This Great Luo of the Dragon Race was somewhat puzzled as well.

With the cultivation and insight of a veteran Great Luo, he could naturally tell at a glance that the timing of those two escape lights' departure was far too coincidental.

Before they had approached, the pair had clearly remained above the ancestral vein, their auras steady. They had evidently just completed their breakthrough and were consolidating their realms.

Yet the instant the Dragon Race's dragon might reached that stretch of heaven and earth, they had seemed to touch something ominous. They turned and fled without hesitation, without even the slightest lingering.

Qiuniu turned toward Yinglong, his expression strange. "Could it be... they were deliberately avoiding us?"

Yinglong did not answer at once, but his expression visibly darkened.

What was the situation in the Primordial World today? The Fierce Beast Tribulation had just ended, Shen Ni had been executed, and the three races had inherited boundless Merit of Heaven and Earth.

The Dragon Race, in particular, ruled the Four Seas with the bearing of an absolute overlord. Its fortune was at its zenith, like the blazing sun!

Throughout these years, countless rogue cultivators and living beings had strained every nerve to seek refuge with the Dragon Race.

Even those Innate Divine Beings born proud and arrogant, who looked down upon all others, would treat a personal invitation from the Dragon Race with the utmost gravity, welcoming it as honored guests and considering it seriously.

As for this sort of thing—fleeing at the first sign of their aura without even exchanging greetings—Yinglong had lived through so many Epoch Cycles, yet this was truly the first time he had ever seen it!

What was more, the other party was no ordinary nobody.

They were two Great Luo Golden Immortals who had just attained the Dao.

Though the Primordial World was vast and boundless, the Innate Divine Beings who could truly reach this step and transcend the river of time were still few enough to count on one's fingers.

The Dragon Race had appeared peerless in the battle against the fierce beasts, but in order to kill Shen Ni and the four great fierce generals, its Great Luo combat strength had likewise suffered grievous losses.

Now, while the Dragon Race sorted through the water veins of the Four Seas and purged the remaining fierce beasts, it also dispatched envoys to invite powerful figures from across the Primordial World. The purpose was to replenish its losses as quickly as possible and even further strengthen the race's absolute power.

Since Yinglong had encountered two newly ascended Great Luos today, they were practically fat meat delivered right to his mouth. There was absolutely no reason to let them slip away beneath his very eyes!

"Catch them!"

Yinglong snorted coldly and pressed his hand directly against the dragon head at the prow of the dragon boat.

ROAR!!!

An ancient, desolate dragon roar instantly resounded through the clouds in every direction.

A vast dragon phantom rose from behind Yinglong. Its body stretched long and winding like a mountain range, while its fierce dragon horns pierced straight into the heavens.

Most astonishingly, a pair of vast azure-gold wings capable of blotting out the sky and sun grew from the back of this golden dragon!

The moment those wings spread wide, the laws of wind and water between heaven and earth seemed to receive an absolute command simultaneously.

BOOM!

The golden dragon boat's speed abruptly multiplied severalfold. The solid void was smashed open, leaving behind a visible white shockwave.

The dragon boat brutally tore apart layers upon layers of clouds and cast them behind it. The distance that had originally opened between both sides was rapidly shrinking at a terrifying rate.

Ahead.

Qing Xuan, traveling through the void, naturally detected Yinglong's frantic pursuit from behind at once.

He did not look back. The world Dao rhythm beneath his feet merely began to circulate with increasing swiftness.

Mountain and river phantoms continuously formed and perished beneath his feet. With each cycle, they crossed endless dimensions of space, carrying Qing Yi eastward at high speed.

However, a chase between Great Luos had always been a contest of laws and foundations.

Yinglong had attained the Dao many years ago, and he possessed the support of both wind and water laws. The distance between them was ultimately being narrowed bit by bit.

Just then, a deep, powerful voice carrying Great Luo mana crossed the skies like heavenly thunder and exploded from the void behind them:

"Fellow Daoists, please stay!"

Whoosh...

The instant he heard those words, Qing Xuan's forward step paused with extreme abruptness.

Fellow Daoists... please stay?!

Qing Xuan drew in a deep breath, feeling his head buzz.

Taken separately, each of those simple five words carried the polite bearing of orthodox Daoist Gate speech.

But once combined and placed in this land known as the Primordial World, they became an indescribable, causality-defying supreme killing weapon!

In Qing Xuan's memories from his past life, this was the "number one killing formation" that made that later Grand Preceptor Shen renowned throughout the universe during the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation.

Once these five words were spoken, it did not matter what mighty Golden Immortal one was—Lu Ya, Zhao Gongming—whoever he called would end up on the list, and whoever he named would lose their life. It was more effective than any Innate Supreme Treasure!

Although this was still the Dragon-Han Tribulation, and that Grand Preceptor Shen was probably not even a cell yet, the psychological shadow cast by those words was simply too deep for Qing Xuan, who possessed memories of the future.

These words... the waters of the Primordial World run too deep. Your Dragon Race cannot handle them!

As Yinglong spoke, the world phantom blazed brilliantly!

Sun, moon, and stars spun madly through the world. The already astonishingly swift escape light was forcibly boosted by another thirty percent!

Qing Yi, whom he was pulling along, even swayed slightly from the sudden acceleration.

The young woman in azure turned back, glanced at the golden dragon boat drawing ever closer behind them, then looked at Qing Xuan, who had suddenly begun fleeing as though his life depended on it. Great confusion filled her clear eyes.

"Qing Xuan, he is calling to us," Qing Yi reminded him.