Supreme-Grade Spirit Treasure: The Twelfth-Grade Pure World Lotus Platform!

A fine rain of blood drifted through the heavens and earth, and the surrounding spiritual energy fell into chaos. Everyone nearby stared in shock.

Fengling's red lips parted. She gazed at the scene before her, stunned, as though her blood had frozen in her veins.

Ao Jin was the leader of the Dragon Clan here. He was the Ancestral Dragon's grandson, with a status to match, and his strength was no less impressive: he had reached the late Supreme Unity Golden Immortal stage!

Yet this peerless prodigy, whose bloodline and talent placed him just below the Great Firmament Golden Immortals, had been crushed to death by a Treasure Seal that Daoist had blown back with a single breath? What realm was that Daoist in!?

Could Lady Yuanfeng do that? The man before her might be beyond even the Great Firmament Golden Immortal realm...

Fengling was plainly not the only one to think so. The Dragon Clan members watched in speechless terror.

Li Yi swept his gaze across the scene. With a surge of power, he gathered the Spirit Treasures from the Black Tortoise and Ao Jin. Then he looked toward the Innate Formation outside the Immortal Island and took a step, vanishing on the spot.

Several seconds after Li Yi entered the Immortal Island, the Dragon Clan members finally came to their senses and cried out in grief.

"His Seventh Highness is dead! Elder Black Tortoise is dead too!"

Ao Jin was the Ancestral Dragon's grandson, a man of exalted status. Now that he was dead, the others would be implicated even if they returned.

Looking at the Dragon Clan members, Fengling felt no less chilled. She glanced at the faint outline of the Immortal Island and lost all desire to stay. She told them to return to the Dragon Clan, then led the Phoenix Clan members away.

The unaffiliated cultivators outside fled even faster than the dragons and phoenixes. They feared becoming entangled in the karma of this place and being caught up in the affairs of the nameless Daoist who had killed a dragon prince without hesitation...

Within the Innate Formation, Li Yi took step after step. With each one, the scene before him shifted in countless ways. After ninety-nine steps, it changed completely, and he finally set foot on the island. Gazing at the land brimming with dense innate spiritual energy, he had a sudden flash of insight and spoke two words without thinking.

"Penglai?"

As soon as Li Yi spoke, the word "Penglai" slowly appeared on a stone stele at the island's edge.

Li Yi extended his divine sense and refined the island's stele. He immediately gained some understanding of the Innate Formation that had blocked him, and a trace of relief rose in his heart.

It was only because no living beings inhabited the island. Had a Great Firmament Golden Immortal taken possession of it and controlled the formation, even Li Yi might have struggled to break in!

Of course, everything had worked in his favor. With his current cultivation and knowledge of formations, he could hold this place against anyone short of a Sage.

Putting the thought aside, Li Yi walked toward the island's center. The island stretched hundreds of millions of kilometers in both length and breadth, with countless Immortal Herbs and Spiritual Veins. Several Spirit Treasures even seemed to be gestating within its Earth Veins. Most striking of all was the dazzling radiance blooming at its center.

With a single step, Li Yi appeared beside that radiance. Within it, a pure white immortal lotus was about to bloom, brilliant light pouring from its petals.

One glance was enough for Li Yi to recognize the Spirit Treasure before him.

"The Twelfth-Rank Pure World White Lotus?"

Born from a seed of the Genesis Azure Lotus, it was a treasure of the same rank as the Demon Ancestor's Twelfth-Grade Black Lotus of World Destruction. It might fall short of an Innate Supreme Treasure, but it was unquestionably among the finest Innate Spiritual Treasures.

After sensing it for a moment, Li Yi understood.

"Three cycles until it emerges..."

Three cycles meant a little over thirty thousand years. At his current level of cultivation, that was practically the blink of an eye.

Li Yi sat cross-legged beside the lotus and turned his palm, taking out the Spirit Treasures he had just acquired.

A Dao Seal, a Spear, and a set of Five Direction Flags—seven treasures in all, each an Acquired Spirit Treasure! Even in the Primordial World, Innate Spiritual Treasures were exceedingly precious. Among the various races, only those at the Great Firmament Golden Immortal level generally possessed them.

Li Yi looked at the Five Direction Flags and refined them briefly, instantly breaking their restrictions and learning their details.

"A Dragon Clan imitation of the Innate Five Direction Flags? They're only about as strong as High-Grade Acquired Spirit Treasures. Giving them to Ao Jin made them a valuable defensive treasure for him..."

Li Yi had little interest in Acquired Spirit Treasures themselves. But he possessed the Cosmos Cauldron, whose wondrous power could turn the acquired into the innate. If these Five Direction Flags became innate, his mastery of formations could make them rival a Supreme-grade Innate Spirit Treasure!

His mind made up, Li Yi brought out the Cosmos Cauldron, cast the Five Direction Flags inside, and began refining them according to its Source-Reverting Method.

Meanwhile, in the Dragon Palace beneath the seas of the Primordial World.

A man in purple-and-gold dragon robes sat high upon a Throne fashioned from a Spirit Treasure, his expression cold. He listened to the clansman below stammer out his account, then lost patience and seized the man's sea of consciousness. Images of what had happened immediately appeared throughout the great hall.

Watching the green-robed Daoist in the images blow away the Dao Seal his grandson had unleashed with a single breath, the Ancestral Dragon frowned slightly.

A young man in golden robes, seated on another Throne below him, watched the images in the air with anger rising on his face.

"Father Huang, this Daoist is outrageously arrogant! He has gone too far in bullying the Dragon Clan. Please allow me to take three Great Firmament Golden Immortal retainers and kill him as a warning to others..."

The Ancestral Dragon silently tried to divine Li Yi's origins, but could learn nothing about him. He glanced at the young man who had spoken, considered for a moment, then shook his head.

"Enough. This matter ends here! Our first priority is to hunt down the Fierce Beasts and secure the Dragon Clan's position as overlord..."

At his level of cultivation, even the karma of his grandson's murder should have given him something to work with, yet he could divine nothing at all. That green-robed Daoist was at least his equal.

More alarming still, he had never heard of such a being before. The Daoist was either an unknown Demon God who had survived the calamity of the world's creation or a Primordial Divine who had taken human form even earlier than he had. Whatever his origins, he was not someone to provoke lightly.

The Fierce Beasts had yet to be eradicated, and the Dragon Clan had not become the dominant force of the age. Tangling with a lone wanderer of such terrifying strength would do them no good.

The young man in golden robes looked unwilling to accept it and was about to argue when the Ancestral Dragon cast him a calm glance. His heart chilled, and he fell silent at once.

Of the three clans, the Ancestral Dragon commanded the greatest authority and held the firmest grip on his people. He had fathered nine sons, each a Great Firmament Golden Immortal!

The Ancestral Dragon saw his son's resentment. He dismissed everyone else with a wave of his hand and spoke evenly.

"The Calamity Cycle has not yet passed. The Heavenly Dao has not revealed itself, and the Dragon Clan has not secured its position as overlord. Nor is that man someone you can kill at will by taking a few Great Firmament Golden Immortals with you!"

"Once the Calamity Cycle passes and the Dragon Clan rises with the Heavenly Dao's Fortune, I will settle this score with that green-robed Daoist myself!"

Hearing his father's words, the young man's anger gradually faded, replaced by a flicker of curiosity.

"Father Huang, even you don't know that green-robed Daoist's origins?"

The Ancestral Dragon frowned slightly. He thought of the few people in the Primordial World whose origins he could not discern: the white-robed Daoist who wielded the Taiji Diagram, for instance, and the black-robed Daoist who had slaughtered countless Fierce Beasts with the God-Slaying Spear...

"Do not bring this up again. Go back and continue hunting down the Fierce Beasts!"