Primordial Era: I, Huanglong, have refined all the heavens, and will not join the Chan Sect.

Chapter 89 Ancestral Dragon Essence Blood Enters Chaos

The Dragon Palace of the West Sea.

In a beam of golden light, the Yellow Dragon and the Dragon King of the West Sea reappeared at the spot where they had disappeared.

"This is……"

Only then did Huanglong have time to examine the gift that Zulong had given him.

At first, he thought it was a blood-red gemstone, some kind of special natural treasure.

But upon closer inspection, it turns out that this is not a gemstone at all, but a drop of bright red blood!

Within this drop of blood, it seemed as if an endless space was contained, and through the surface of the blood, one could vaguely see a giant dragon soaring within it.

Even just holding this drop of blood, Huanglong felt warm and his roots were constantly growing stronger.

Its size is increasing, its scales are becoming harder, its horns are becoming more mysterious, and its blood is becoming purer.

Clearly, this drop of blood is an invaluable treasure to the dragon race.

"The essence blood of the Ancestral Dragon?!"

The West Sea Dragon King exclaimed in surprise, revealing the name of the creature, his face filled with shock.

Why would the First Emperor send such a precious gift? Does he value young friend Huanglong that much?

But then I thought, isn't it normal that the First Emperor valued the Yellow Dragon?

Since the great calamity of antiquity, Huanglong has made substantial progress in repairing the sea eye, improving the situation of the dragon race.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, whether the Dragon Clan can repair more sea eyes in the future depends on whether Huanglong can come up with a new solution.

If it weren't for the fact that the position of the Four Seas Dragon King is now more of a constraint, Ao Run, the West Sea Dragon King, would even consider abdicating and handing over the position to Huang Long.

Even though he couldn't relinquish the position of West Sea Dragon King, Ao Run made up his mind at this moment.

No matter what Huanglong wanted to do, he would get the West Sea to cooperate, and the East Sea, South Sea and North Sea would do the same.

Of course, the premise is that one cannot do anything to harm the dragon race, but...

How could Huanglong possibly do anything to harm the dragon race?

The Dragon King of the West Sea shook his head and smiled, then explained:

"Young friend Huanglong, this is the essence of the Ancestral Dragon. For most living beings, it is a deadly poison that can damage their very foundation. However, for all scaly creatures, it is an unparalleled spiritual treasure."

"After refining it, your foundation will be greatly enhanced. We, the Four Dragon Kings, achieved our current status because we obtained the essence and blood of the Ancestral Dragon."

"According to the Ancestral Dragon, we, the Four Seas Dragon Kings, have not fully utilized the essence of the Ancestral Dragon's blood. If we supplement it with special rare and precious materials, along with profound body-tempering techniques, we may be able to temper our physical bodies to the level of the Ancestral Dragon."

At this point, the Dragon King of the West Sea gave the Yellow Dragon a meaningful look.

The West Sea Dragon King still vividly remembers the scene of Huanglong's tribulation.

Even the most physically powerful dragons, when they first become Great Luo Golden Immortals, are only one or two thousand feet long.

However, Huanglong cultivated his skills amidst the tribulation lightning, and before he had fully overcome the heavenly tribulation, his body length had already reached more than three thousand feet, which indicates that the skills he cultivated were extraordinary.

If the opportunity arises in the future, perhaps one day my physique will be able to approach, or even reach, the level of the Ancestral Dragon.

"The essence blood of the Ancestral Dragon..."

Looking at the essence blood in his hand, Huang Long looked thoughtful.

I wonder if the essence blood of the Ancestral Dragon can be refined using the Devouring Yuan Gourd. If it can, perhaps it really can reach the realm described by the Dragon King of the West Sea...

Huang Long stopped thinking about it and put the drop of essence blood into the Devouring Yuan Gourd. Whether or not he could refine it, it was never a bad thing to try.

Afterwards, Huanglong stayed in the West Sea Dragon Palace for another hundred years before bidding farewell to the West Sea Dragon King and leaving.

It's estimated that there isn't much time left until the end of the second sermon by the Sage Hongjun.

Huanglong planned to take advantage of the present moment to enter the outer chaos and collect some chaotic energy to plant the innate gourd vine.

If the innate gourd vine could be restored to its original state, it might be able to produce gourds again.

Even if it cannot, the innate gourd vine, as a top-grade innate spiritual root, still has the function of changing the surrounding environment after restoring its original source, making the spiritual energy of Yunmeng Immortal Island more abundant, turning it into a superior blessed land.

The beings living within it can better comprehend the Great Dao and achieve smoother spiritual cultivation.

Huanglong has too many secrets. In order to avoid any unnecessary accidents, he must take advantage of the fact that Hongjun's sermon is not over yet, fly out of the sky as soon as possible, enter the chaos, and collect some chaotic energy.

Before leaving, Huanglong asked the West Sea Dragon King for some innate mirage energy, intending to refine it into source liquid to help the innate mirage energy on Yunmeng Immortal Island recover its original form and transform into an innate deity.

……

Zixiao Palace.

As Hongjun's teachings became increasingly profound, more and more powerful beings emerged from their state of enlightenment and took advantage of the unique environment of Zixiao Palace.

They either refined their magical power to stabilize their realm or cultivated supernatural abilities to enhance their combat strength; none of the powerful figures left the stage prematurely.

Now that the second sermon is nearing its end, apart from the six people on the futon, only the famous powerful beings of the prehistoric world, such as Donghuang Taiyi, Dijun, Xiwangmu, and Kunpeng, are still able to immerse themselves in enlightenment.

The Sage Hongjun sat upright on the high platform, offering no further explanation for those who could not keep up with his teachings.

He showed no joy at the fact that the Three Pure Ones and others had received the Great Dao; he continued to expound on the path to sainthood at his own pace.

As for the trivial matter of a figure flying from the primordial wilderness into the chaos, he didn't waste any effort paying attention to it.

……

In the midst of chaos.

Chaos has no concept of space or time; if one ventures into it rashly, there is a risk of getting lost within it.

Huanglong was always cautious and calm, so naturally he would not do something with so many uncertainties just as Hongjun's second sermon was about to end.

So he stood on the edge of chaos, using his magical ability to gather the surrounding chaotic energy.

With his current cultivation level, he only spent a little over a hundred years collecting a large amount of chaotic energy, enough to keep the innate gourd vine alive for the next tens of thousands of years.

But just as he was about to leave, the innate gourd vine in his sleeve seemed to sense something and suddenly trembled slightly in one direction, emitting a sense of joy.

"Is there anything you need?"

Huang Long frowned slightly. If they followed the guidance of the innate gourd vine to enter the deeper parts of chaos, they wouldn't have to worry too much about getting lost.

However, time is running out, and if we delve deeper into the chaos, some unnecessary variables may arise.

However, such opportunities are rare and cannot be sought after. If we give up this chance, we may never get another one.

"If you fail to obtain this opportunity a thousand years from now, then you are simply not destined for it."

After some thought, Huanglong silently calculated the time in his mind, deciding to spend another thousand years in the chaos.

If he still hasn't obtained that opportunity after a thousand years, he will turn around and leave, not lingering for another moment.

Then, he flew towards the depths of chaos in the direction indicated by the innate gourd vine.

(End of this chapter)