The one in the center was the Central Jade Treasure Primordial Spirit Elder Lord, whom everyone called the "Primordial Spirit Elder Yellow Emperor Lord."
This being was actually just like the great god Vermilion Bird.
Among the Patriarchs of the three clans.
Which of them was not a mighty figure who had lived for hundreds of millions of years?
They had endured what amounted to endless ages.
How could they possibly have no fallback plans?
Indeed, they all had confidence in themselves.
They all believed they might unite the three clans and become the sacred ruler of the Primordial World.
But in reality.
They also lacked confidence in themselves.
Primordial Qilin always worried that he was the weakest of the three, despite his exceptionally strong defenses.
His offensive power and speed were both inferior to Ancestral Dragon's.
And his ability to recover could not match Yuanfeng's.
That led to a certain situation.
Primordial Qilin feared that he would die for good.
Then there would be no hope left at all.
And so, caught in this contradiction.
Yet he was unwilling to abandon the struggle for the position of divine ruler of the Primordial World.
Thus, amid his agonizing indecision, he chose a method.
He wanted both!
Primordial Qilin intended to contend for supremacy, because in the entire Primordial World, only the three figures openly standing at the forefront could truly be called contenders for the supreme ruler's throne.
Failure could only mean death.
Even fleeing would get them killed!
Over all these years, it was not merely the rank and file of the three clans who had accumulated deep hatred.
Their ancestors, these innate divine beings, had likewise accumulated a considerable degree of hatred.
It had almost reached the point where they would not rest until the other side was