Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 428 The Candle Dragon Makes His Move, Shocking the Three Realms!

The five-clawed golden dragon rose into the sky, its vast dragon might dominating the heavens and earth. Zhulong, the second true dragon since the creation of the world, appeared in the primordial world for the first time since the Dragon-Han Calamity.

An immense and overwhelming pressure emanated from him without any restraint, spreading to every inch of the primordial world, causing countless powerful beings to sigh in awe.

"I remember the last time I saw Fellow Daoist Zhulong was during the Dragon-Han Calamity. The war between the three races was so fierce. I never expected that when we meet again now, everything has changed."

"In that battle, Zhulong followed Zulong, conquering the nine heavens and ten earths, and was undefeated in countless battles. He was the God of War of the Dragon Clan. Now, after many years, seeing Zhulong again is like returning to the battlefield of that time."

"Wait, I remember that in the final battle between the Dragon and Han races, Zhulong was clearly also seriously injured and did not appear for hundreds of millions of years afterward. But today, he seems to be still at his peak!"

"Heh, nowadays the Dragon Clan relies on the powerful Jie Sect. With two Saints in one family, it's strange that Zhulong obtained the treasure and recovered from his injuries?"

Among the countless powerful beings of the primordial era, each one demonstrated just how extraordinary and spirited Zhulong truly was.

Above the East Sea, Zhulong frowned, seemingly sensing the insignificance of the Three Realms and appearing somewhat uneasy.

Then, the true form of the Candle Dragon, which stretched for countless miles and whose body covered the heavens and earth, slowly dissipated, and in the void, a robust middle-aged man appeared, wearing a five-clawed dragon robe, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, and a wide mouth.

Thick black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his beard stood up like steel needles, and his strong, bulging muscles contained explosive power.

At Wuzhuang Temple, on Longevity Mountain, beneath the ginseng fruit tree, Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and sighed, "The Dragon Clan's number one war god, who once dominated the primordial world, has returned."

In the vast sea of ​​blood, fish and shrimp do not thrive. Occasionally, a huge wave is stirred up, engulfing heaven and earth. Deep within the sea of ​​blood, on the twelfth-grade karmic fire red lotus, Styx's lips suddenly curled up, revealing a strange smile.

"This guy Zhulong is indeed quite interesting. It's a pity that the Ancestor has already attained enlightenment, otherwise I would really like to have another match with him."

As one of the few innate great powers since the creation of the world, there are very few people that Styx takes seriously, and Zhulong is one of them.

On the East China Sea, Ao Qingjing stood quietly to one side, head held high and chest puffed out, his heart filled with indescribable pride. Only his own people knew his own affairs. Although his dragon clan had been recuperating for several kalpas since the Great Calamity of the Dragon-Han Dynasty, the specifics of their situation were never revealed to outsiders.

Now, let's bring out the Candle Dragon Ancestor and let the billions of living beings in the prehistoric world see the strength and foundation of his dragon clan over the years!

On another part of the sea, Zhulong stretched his body, his dark, deep, and sharp eyes slowly falling on Randeng.

"Randeng Daoist, I remember you were once one of the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao, a disciple of the Dao Ancestor. How did you become the Buddha of Mahayana Buddhism?"

The lamp opened its mouth, about to answer.

Zhulong then said, "Oh, no, I remember you were once the vice leader of the Xuanmen Chan Sect."

At this point, Zhulong raised his chin and smiled disdainfully, "We cultivators should strive for self-improvement and climb the Great Dao. Even when our Dragon Clan faced its most difficult times, we never relied on external forces. You, a guest of the Purple Cloud Sect, have no arrogance whatsoever. First, you joined the Chan Sect as its vice leader, and then you switched allegiance to the ancient Buddha of Mahayana Buddhism. How dare someone as shameless as you act so presumptuously on my Dragon Clan's territory?"

Zhulong's words were no less than tearing open the scabbed wound of Randeng and then pouring a full bottle of alcohol on it. Even with Randeng's thick skin, he felt his face burning hot.

"Zhulong, your era has passed. The will of Heaven is now in motion, and our Mahayana Buddhism should flourish. You, in the East Sea, defy the will of Heaven; how can you expect a good end?"

Before anyone knew it, Ananda and Kasyapa flew over, pointing at Zhulong arrogantly and cursing him loudly.

What is Zhulong?

What's a Quasi-Saint?

Behind the Western Mahayana Buddhism stand two saints, Ananda and Kasyapa. It's hard to believe that the dragon race would dare to risk offending these two saints by attacking his Buddhist sect.

Zhulong's gaze shifted to them. "Who are you people?"

Ananda, Kasyapa coldly replied, "I am the disciple of the Western Guide Saint, the Venerable Ananda and Venerable Kasyapa of Mahayana Buddhism."

Zhulong laughed, "Even your teacher, your uncle, before he attained enlightenment, had to address me as Senior Zhulong. What right do you two juniors have to call me that?"

With a sudden wave of his hand, the five-clawed golden dragon robe surged, and two golden streaks flew out, tearing through the sky as fast as lightning, and striking Ananda and Kasyapa.

"what!"

The two let out a piercing scream. Ananda and Kasyapa were instantly struck by the two streaks of lightning, turning into a rain of blood.

In an instant, an overwhelming stench of blood wafted from the East China Sea. Blood rain fell, staining the entire area red. Countless giant beasts leaped from the sea, vying to swim in the blood-stained water.

The countless powerful beings of the primordial world all stared wide-eyed in disbelief, "Zhulong actually went straight for the kill!"

A Great Luo Golden Immortal has cultivated the Great Luo Imperishable Dao Fruit, leaving an immortal mark on the past, future, and present. Therefore, once a cultivator reaches the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, they are extremely difficult to kill.

Even if someone is killed, as long as the imprints of the past, present, and future are not erased at the same time, that Great Luo Golden Immortal can still return.

As for Ananda and Kasyapa, they were killed by Zhulong in an instant. Although only their current mark was severed and they could be resurrected, they would inevitably suffer great damage after being resurrected.

These are secondary issues. The most important thing is that Zhulong killed a Buddhist saint's disciple in front of billions of powerful beings in the prehistoric world, which was tantamount to slapping Buddhism hard in the face.

In the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, Zhunti slammed his fist on the table, his face flashing with murderous intent. "That Zhulong! Does he really think he can act with impunity just because he has the backing of the Jie Sect?"

"Senior brother, if we don't teach Zhulong a lesson today, what will become of our Buddhist sect's reputation? What will our millions of Buddhist disciples think of us?"

Zhunti was truly furious. The Great Tribulation of the Journey to the West should have been a process in which the West could reap the benefits and achieve great prosperity, but before it even began, the tribulation was lost. Now, the Dragon Clan was going to oppose his Buddhist sect. Even though Zhunti had a relatively good mentality, he was starting to lose his composure.

The guide looked distressed. "If we follow your plan, what happens after we teach the dragons a lesson?"

Zhunti said angrily, "Send more people to search for the stone monkey in the East China Sea. I refuse to believe that the stone monkey can really vanish into thin air."

Jieyin shook his head, his eyes becoming even more profound. "The Dragon Clan has always been in cahoots with the Jie Sect. If we were to teach the Dragon Clan a lesson, that would be exactly what the Jie Sect wants. They would inevitably intervene, and with their meddling, the prosperity of our Western Regions would suffer a setback."

Zhunti frowned, unwillingly saying, "Then, senior brother, what do you mean?"

Jieyin closed his eyes. "Let Ran Deng leave for now. We are facing a great calamity. The general trend cannot be changed, but the minor trend can be changed. Even if the Jie Sect can keep the stone monkey for a while, they cannot keep him forever. The great prosperity of our West is a long and arduous task. There is no need to waste time with the Jie Sect from the very beginning."

Zhunti nodded and sighed, "Yes, Senior Brother."

In the East Sea, after Zhulong easily suppressed Ananda and Kasyapa, a corner of the East Sea experienced a sudden tremor in the void, rippling outwards.

A few breaths later, Ananda and Kasyapa emerged from the void with grim faces, their auras weak, clearly having been forcibly annihilated by Zhulong, leaving them severely injured.

"The disciple of the Western Sage is nothing more than this. If you wish to take revenge, I will be waiting for you at any time."

Zhulong smiled and said to Ananda and Kasyapa.

But having just been taught a lesson, the two dared not utter any more harsh words. Their faces were gloomy, and they walked silently behind Ran Deng.

Dipankara remained expressionless, but his mind raced. The stone monkey of Flower Fruit Mountain was the first of the five chosen ones who had brought prosperity to his Buddhist sect. Losing such a chosen one was a grave sin.

Ananda and Kasyapa were disciples of Buddhist saints, yet they were killed in public by the dragons!

As the ancient Dipankara Buddha, if he doesn't stand up to support Buddhism, the entire Buddhist community will likely become a laughing stock in the Three Realms.

He was roughly equal to Ao Qing in terms of strength, and could barely manage to deal with Ao Qing, let alone Zhulong.

Dipankara secretly lamented his bad luck. Back in the Chan Sect, he always handled the difficult tasks himself. Now that he was in Buddhism, holding the esteemed position of an ancient Buddha, he still had to do these arduous tasks himself.

Just as Randeng was about to grit his teeth and confront the dragon clan head-on, Zhunti's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Let's temporarily avoid the dragons' sharp edge, retreat to the four seas, and wait for the right opportunity before taking action."

Upon hearing this voice, Ran Deng felt as if he had been granted a pardon. Zhu Long's strength was too great; if they were to confront him head-on, he would definitely suffer the consequences.

Dipankara exhaled a deep breath, not even glancing at Ananda and Kasyapa, and bowed to Zhulong, saying, "Senior Zhulong, our Buddhist sect has no intention of being enemies with the dragon race. My two junior brothers have offended you, and now they have received the lesson they deserve. Our Buddhist sect will now withdraw."

Zhulong was waiting for Randeng to fly into a rage so he could teach this traitor a lesson, but when he saw Randeng back down, he realized he couldn't bring himself to attack him.

Zhulong waved his hand indifferently and said, "To know one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue. My dragon clan will naturally not pursue the matter. Fellow Daoist Randeng, please."

"Let's go."

With a wave of his hand, Dipankara Buddha took Ananda, Kasyapa, and the remaining Dharma protectors and Arhats and flew away from the East Sea.

Seeing that Randeng neither made a move nor uttered any harsh words, the billions of powerful beings in the primordial world were immediately dumbfounded. Something was wrong.

Dipankara may be a bit cowardly, but today's conflict between the Dragon Clan and Buddhism involves the face of Buddhism. No matter how cowardly Dipankara is, he would never leave in such a slinking manner, unless there is an instruction from a sage behind him.

On the sea, Ao Qing finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Ancestor, I didn't expect that Randeng would back down so easily. I thought he would be more stubborn."

Zhulong clicked his tongue and sighed, "Randeng didn't even make a move. This old ancestor is really itching for a fight. Ao Qing, why don't you spar with this old ancestor?"

Ao Qing was so frightened that he took several steps back, waving his hands repeatedly and saying, "Ancestor, you are still as strong as ever; I am no match for you."

Zhulong's expression turned serious. He asked, "Has that monkey been properly taken care of?"

(End of this chapter)