The Primordial Continent.
Calamity Qi had grown dense to the extreme.
The fighting between the Three Clans was no longer limited to small-scale clashes.
Instead, they had plunged into all-out war.
Luohou had certainly fanned the flames in secret, while Hongjun had stood by and done nothing.
But more than anything, the leaders of the Three Clans had come to understand deeply how difficult it was to attain the Dao through Fortune.
To attain the Dao through Fortune, they had to gather the Fortune of the entire Primordial Wilderness before they could take that final step and become supreme Primordial Daluo Golden Immortals.
This left the Three Clans with no choice but to fight until a victor emerged.
Heaven and earth had become a murky expanse.
The entire Primordial Wilderness was shrouded in brutal slaughter.
Countless living beings were forced into the conflict.
Every day, every moment, countless living beings perished.
Countless mountains and famed wetlands were blasted through.
Countless rivers and lakes evaporated in an instant.
Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire surged forth without cease.
Yet what drew the most attention were the three enormous figures above Buzhou Mountain.
Primeval Qilin, Yuanfeng, and Ancestor Dragon.
The battle between Primordial Origin Golden Immortals was even more savage.
Every collision shook the earth and mountains, dimming the sun and moon.
Meanwhile, a figure had already appeared at the East Sea Dragon Palace.
"After the Dragon-Han Calamity ends, the descendants of all Three Clans will suffer the erosion of Karmic Retribution."
"Their Foundations will regress, and advancing their cultivation will become difficult."
"This act of mine can count as repaying my previous karmic debt to the Dragon Clan."
Lin Changsheng murmured to himself.
Although he had come to take disciples,
he was also helping the Dragon Clan preserve part of its bloodline.