Primordial Era: From the Creation Lotus to the First Disciple of the Three Pure Ones

The four demons, all at the mid-stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, were as if their throats were being gripped by an invisible giant hand. Their raging demonic energy was suppressed back into their bodies, making even breathing difficult!

Their ferocious smiles froze instantly, replaced by boundless horror and fear!

"A...a Great Luo Golden Immortal?!" The wolf-headed demon's voice trembled, and the demonic flames on his poisoned dagger dimmed.

On a blue stone at the edge of the battlefield, a figure dressed in a blue Taoist robe had appeared out of nowhere. He was handsome, with an ethereal air, and his eyes were calm as still water, as if the fierce battle before him was nothing more than dust. It was Qinglian!

He did not attack immediately, but merely released the pressure of a late-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal, which made the four Taiyi Demon Saints feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, unable to move! This was an absolute suppression on the level of life!

Ao Guang felt the pressure lessen and looked at Qinglian with lingering fear. He sensed that the overwhelming pressure was not malicious, but rather carried a pure and peaceful Daoist charm.

Overjoyed at surviving such a disaster, he quickly activated the Water Stabilizing Pearl to steady the precarious protective barrier.

Qinglian's gaze swept over the four demons who were terrified by the oppressive aura, their faces pale and their eyes filled with fear. Then it landed on Ao Guang, who was covered in wounds and had a weak aura. Her eyes flickered slightly when she saw the pure dragon bloodline aura on Ao Guang.

The Dragon Clan... an ancient race that once dominated the primordial world and now lies dormant in the four seas.

Although it has declined, it remains a totem of humanity in Qinglian's past life memories, carrying the spiritual symbol of civilization.

This sense of identification, which came from the depths of his soul, naturally gave him a greater sense of goodwill towards the young dragon in distress before him.

"You demons, relying on your strength to bully the weak and your numbers to oppress the few, even attempt to kill and plunder treasures, which violates the laws of Heaven."

Qinglian's voice was calm, yet every word struck the four demons like a hammer blow: "Considering the difficulty of your cultivation, retreat quickly to avoid death."

As the voice fell, the oppressive force, as if a divine mountain were pressing down, subsided somewhat.

The four demons felt a sudden sense of relief, as if they were drowning people regaining air, but their fear remained undiminished.

The wolf-headed demon leader's eyes flashed with ferocity, seemingly unwilling, but sensing Qinglian's unfathomable aura and the murderous intent hidden beneath her calm gaze, he ultimately dared not act rashly.

He glared venomously at Ao Guang, then glanced at Qinglian with extreme apprehension, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth:

"Walk!"

Having said that, the four demons, like stray dogs, didn't even dare to say anything polite. They transformed into four beams of demonic light of different colors and fled in a sorry state towards the distant horizon without looking back, disappearing into the mountains in the blink of an eye.

The valley instantly returned to calm, leaving only the lingering demonic aura, the broken rocks, and the heavy breathing of Ao Guang, who had survived the ordeal.

Ao Guang, barely managing to stay upright, sheathed his Dragon Roar Sword, Water-Stabilizing Pearl, and Cloud-Stepping Shuttle. He staggered to the bluestone where Qinglian stood, took a deep breath, and solemnly performed a grand dragon salute before her, his voice trembling with gratitude and lingering fear.

"Ao Guang, the Third Prince of the East Sea Dragon Palace, expresses his deepest gratitude to the Immortal for saving his life! If it weren't for the Immortal's intervention, Ao Guang would surely have met with misfortune today, perishing and vanishing! May I ask the Immortal's title? This kindness and virtue will be forever forgotten by the entire East Sea Dragon Palace!"

"The Third Prince of the East Sea Dragon Palace? Ao Guang?"

A look of understanding flashed in Qinglian's eyes. It was actually this future Dragon King of the East Sea.

He slightly raised his hand, and a gentle force helped Ao Guang up. His voice was mild: "This humble Taoist is from Kunlun Mountain, a disciple of the Three Pure Ones, with the Taoist name Qinglian. It is the duty of a Taoist to help those in need, so Your Highness need not be so polite."

"Mount Kunlun! The Azure Lotus Immortal, the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones?!"

Upon hearing this, Ao Guang was even more shocked, his eyes filled with awe and unbelievable ecstasy!

The Three Pure Ones are supreme beings in the Purple Cloud Palace who have attained sainthood and possess the Primordial Purple Qi!

The person before me is actually their personal disciple! No wonder he possesses such astonishing cultivation! I have never been saved by such a benefactor!

"So it's the Celestial Immortal Qinglian! I, Xiaolong, have been disrespectful!"

Ao Guang's attitude became even more respectful, even a little reserved. "The Immortal's life-saving grace is like a second life for me! But..."

A look of shame crossed his face. "My father has strictly forbade any dragon clan member to leave the East Sea and enter the primordial lands without permission, lest they be drawn into the great calamity's conflict. This little dragon... this little dragon couldn't bear the loneliness of the palace and secretly ran away. I never expected that... if I hadn't encountered the immortal, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"

Ao Guang's words were filled with regret and lingering fear. Having experienced the terrifying baptism of the Dragon-Han First Calamity, the Dragon Clan had an unforgettable fear of the word "Great Calamity".

The tragic history of the fall of the Ancestral Dragon, the loss of all the elites of the Dragon Clan, the decline of their bloodline, their forced withdrawal from the struggle for supremacy in the primordial world, and their retreat to the four seas to eke out a living, is a lesson that every Dragon Clan descendant has been repeatedly instilled with since birth.

The dragon race of today has long lost its ambition to dominate the primordial world, and only seeks to live in peace in a corner and preserve its bloodline.

Forbidding any member of the Dragon Clan from setting foot on the primordial land is an ironclad rule established by the Dragon Clan's higher-ups, solely to avoid the calamity vortex that sweeps across the heavens and earth to the greatest extent possible.

"The great calamity is indeed perilous, and this is no exaggeration."

Seeing Ao Guang's lingering fear, Qinglian nodded slightly, expressing her understanding of the dragon clan's predicament. He looked up into the depths of Wuyi Mountain, where clouds and mist swirled, and Daoist energy flickered, as if the very thing he was searching for was calling out to him.

"Now that Your Highness knows the terror of the Great Calamity, you should heed your father's teachings. The primordial land has now become a place of turmoil and slaughter, not a place to linger. I have other important matters to attend to, so I must take my leave now. Your Highness should return to the East Sea as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Ao Guang immediately bowed again: "Immortal's teachings will be etched in my heart! Upon returning, I will certainly reflect on my mistakes in seclusion, devote myself to cultivation, and never set foot on the primordial land again!"

He paused, then took out a deep blue scale, imbued with rich water elemental power and engraved with dragon patterns, from his robes and presented it with both hands: "This is a token forged from my own life-bound reverse scale, containing a trace of my primordial essence. If you ever need the East Sea Dragon Palace's help in the future, simply take this scale to the East Sea, or activate it with your magic near the coast, and I, and indeed the entire East Sea Dragon Palace, will do everything in our power to repay your life-saving grace!"

Qinglian glanced at the warm, jade-like scale, which contained pure dragon essence and sincerity, and did not refuse. She reached out and accepted it, saying, "Good. Take care, Your Highness."

Without saying another word, he transformed into a streak of clear, misty light and drifted away towards the deepest part of the clouds and mist of Wuyi Mountain, the place where the Daoist aura he sensed was the strongest.

Ao Guang stood there, gazing in the direction where Qinglian had disappeared, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes filled with gratitude and awe, as well as a complex mix of relief and relief.

He dared not linger any longer. After discerning the direction, he transformed into a dragon-shaped beam of water and sped off towards the East China Sea without looking back, with only one thought in his mind: Go home!

In the valley, the demonic aura was gradually dispersed by the mountain wind, leaving only traces of the battle and a faint trace of dragon might, witnessing everything that had just happened.

Qinglian's figure had already disappeared into the vast sea of ​​clouds over Wuyi Mountain, pursuing the legendary Treasure-Dropping Coin and the pure and ethereal Daoist essence yet unknown to the world. The shadow of the Great Calamity seemed to be temporarily kept at bay by this beautiful and spiritual landscape.