Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

No sooner had he finished speaking than the weather suddenly changed, and a heavy pressure descended from the heavens.

Cangjie gritted his teeth, waving the branch in his hand repeatedly. One by one, golden symbols appeared out of thin air, hovering around him. As more and more symbols appeared, thunder rumbled in the sky.

However, at this moment, Cangjie seemed to have fallen into a strange state, and his whole being seemed to have gone mad, waving his arms and legs wildly. The only thing that remained unchanged was the characters that kept appearing in the void.

After an unknown amount of time, when three thousand symbols appeared in the sky, Cangjie finally stopped.

A huge golden auspicious cloud replaced the dark clouds in the sky.

Then, a massive golden light of merit descended from the sky—two-tenths of the merit fell upon Chen Qing, who casually collected it. The remaining eight-tenths of the merit fell into the three thousand runes and into Cangjie's body.

Instantly, golden light filled the sky. Three thousand runes surrounded Cangjie, disappearing into his body like swallows returning to their nests.

In an instant, Cangjie's aura surged, and in the blink of an eye, he broke through from a mortal with no cultivation to the realm of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

At the moment when Heaven bestowed its blessings, everyone in the primordial world spontaneously put down what they were doing.

Three thousand symbols appeared out of thin air in their minds—they knew exactly what these symbols meant and what their uses were.

This is the power of Heaven; the meaning and usage of words are directly imprinted on the soul of every human being.

Xuanyuan, who was handling affairs, had his eyes blazing with fervor after receiving this information.

No one understood better than him how important these words were to humanity today—they were the very foundation for humanity's complete rise!

Countless humans rose to their feet and bowed in the direction of Cangjie, thanking him for his immortal contributions to humanity.

Cangjie calmed his breathing slightly, slowly walked to Chen Qing, and bowed deeply: "Cangjie thanks the Holy Master for his guidance!"

"There's no need for that. You were able to create a script belonging to the human race through your own efforts. I merely happened to be there and witnessed the process." Chen Qing shook his head, his tone indifferent.

However, Cangjie firmly shook his head: "Without the guidance and support of the Holy Master, Cangjie would never have been able to create characters. I will never forget the great kindness and virtue of the Holy Ancestor."

Chen Qing didn't say anything more. Cangjie then embarked on his travels. He felt that although writing had spread with the help of the power of the Heavenly Dao, the three thousand characters he had created were not comprehensive enough and needed to be further observed and improved.

Chen Qing naturally did not stop them. These three thousand characters served as a benchmark, and the rest needed to be supplemented and improved by future generations.

Chen Qing did not stay in the human tribe for long. He had originally intended to promote money and the system of weights and measures while he was at it, but after observing the current situation of the human tribe, he felt that it was still a bit early.

It is estimated that the right time to spread these things will be during the reigns of the Three Sovereigns and the Five Emperors.

By then, he won't need to personally intervene anymore. He no longer cares about merit or anything like that; he'll leave the rest to his disciples or fellow disciples.

Since the First Dragon attained sainthood, the prehistoric world has fallen into an eerie calm.

All sides are watching and seeing what actions the Dragon Clan will take now that a Sage is in charge.

To everyone's disappointment, the dragons remained silent for several years, as if nothing had happened.

But many people do believe that this is just the calm before the storm.

Putting aside everything else, just the fact that Chen Qing plundered the East Sea Dragon Clan's treasure trove and captured dragons to use as mounts must have made those dragons grit their teeth in hatred, right?

On this day, a great commotion finally came from the endless sea.

A series of immense auras rose from there, and nine figures stood proudly, radiating powerful energy.

Upon seeing those nine figures, countless people in the primordial world had their pupils shrink in shock.

Legend has it that the First Emperor of Dragons had nine sons—Qiuniu, Yazi, Chaofeng, Pulao, Suanni, Bian, Chiwen, Taotie, and Baxia—each endowed with extraordinary talents and abilities. However, legends are just legends, and no one has ever seen these nine dragon sons.

Unexpectedly, the nine sons of the First Emperor of the Dragon King actually existed, and each of them possessed remarkable cultivation.

Everyone is eagerly anticipating the Dragon Clan's next move. This dragon prince, hidden away for so many years, has finally emerged; surely the Dragon Clan is about to make some big move?

Sure enough, the next moment, the voice of the Ancestral Dragon resounded throughout the heavens and earth:

"My dragon race was once the overlord of the primordial world, and it still is! All scaled and armored beasts are under the rule of the dragon race. A hundred years from now, the dragon race will reappear in the primordial world!"

When everyone heard this news, they were all a little stunned. Was this some kind of trouble they were about to cause?

Scaled beasts? Aren't all scaled beasts in the prehistoric world now demons? And they want to reappear in the prehistoric world, is this preparing to start a new battle for supremacy?

Countless people gave Zulong a "thumbs up" in their hearts; he was fierce and courageous.

He had just become a saint and was already preparing to rule the demon race. You must know that Nuwa was a saint of the demon race!

Furthermore, the current protagonists of the world are the human race. Is this Ancestral Dragon preparing to compete with the human race for the position of overlord of the primordial world?

Although the human race is relatively weak, don't forget that the Three Pure Ones and others established their religion based on the human race.

Especially that Taiqing Laozi, as the leader of the Human Religion, has the responsibility of educating the human race.

Everyone knew that something interesting was about to happen.

I don't know where this Ancestral Dragon got his confidence from, offending four saints in one go—could it be that proving the Dao by force is really that powerful, allowing the Ancestral Dragon to fight against four saints on his own?

On Shouyang Mountain, Laozi's hand, which was refining pills, paused slightly. The cauldron in front of him suddenly shook, and a plume of black smoke billowed out. This batch of pills was ruined.

Lao Tzu shook his head, waved his sleeve, and walked out the door.

Meanwhile, on Jin'ao Island, Tongtian narrowed his eyes, a sharp light flashing within them. He rose, carrying the Four Swords of Zhuxian, and flew towards Shouyang Mountain.

Meanwhile, Chen Qing's avatar was lazily holding a bamboo flute by a secluded lake on Penglai Immortal Island, seemingly fishing. Strangely, he hadn't put a fishing hook in the water.

As the saying goes, "Jiang Taigong fishes—only those who are willing will take the bait." At least the other fish had a straight hook, but Chen Qing didn't even need a hook.

The instant the First Dragon uttered his voice, a golden carp leaped out of the water and bit down hard on the smooth bamboo flute.

Chen Qing raised an eyebrow, reeled in the fish, and threw it into the wooden bucket beside him.

Several golden carp were already swimming in the bucket. It was incredible that such a small wooden bucket could hold so many fish.

The rich, innate aura emanating from the bucket indicates that it is no ordinary object.

Chen Qing looked up at the nine figures radiating powerful auras on the sea, a cold smile appearing on his lips, before turning and leaving.

The nine sons of the First Emperor of Heaven are Qiuniu, Yazi, Chaofeng, Pulao, Suanni, Bian, Chiwen, Taotie, and Baxia.

Each one possessed an extraordinary aura, with the strongest reaching the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal and the weakest having the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

They had just emerged from the dragon's tomb, full of vigor and exuding an air of arrogance.

However, just as Chen Qing was about to leave Penglai Immortal Island for Shouyang Mountain, a powerful aura suddenly emanated from outside the island, accompanied by an extremely arrogant roar:

"Chen Qing, you bastard, get out here and face me!"

Chen Qing paused, and the smile on his lips deepened.

This sound not only surprised Chen Qing, but also stunned the many powerful beings in the prehistoric world who were watching this scene.

Are these dragons really that powerful? They actually went straight to find that evil star? Immediately, everyone showed expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

They knew a great deal about the one on the island. That person was not one to tolerate anything. Since appearing in everyone's sight, that guy had been involved in almost every major event in the prehistoric world. Yet, he had never suffered a loss. On the contrary, his cultivation level had risen all the way up, and countless powerful people had died at his hands.

Outside Penglai Immortal Island, Qiuniu, Yazi, and the others stared at the island with eyes blazing with fury.

They had been trapped in the Dragon Tomb for various reasons before, but they remembered clearly everything that Daoist Chen Qing had done for their dragon clan.

Looting the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, killing the Candle Dragon Ancestor, and capturing dragon sons and grandsons to use as mounts—which of these was not a great disgrace to the dragon race?

This was an immense humiliation for those who always took pride in their dragon race. So, immediately after announcing their existence to the prehistoric world, they came looking for trouble.

As for everyone saying this guy is not to be trifled with? What a joke! They are the sons of the Ancestral Dragon, with the entire Dragon Clan backing them up. Who in the primordial world can't mess with them?

In their eyes, Chen Qing Daoist was just someone with a good master and several saints backing him up, so he could act recklessly.

"Brother, why waste words with him? Just charge in! He killed so many of my dragons and humiliated the dragon race. Today, let him see the consequences of offending our dragon race!" Ya Zi said, his tone filled with anger and disdain. He was by nature vengeful and couldn't stand the slightest grievance.

Suanni nodded in agreement: "Indeed, Father has now become a saint, and he proved his Dao through force. Our dragon race fears no one!"

"Break in!"

"Fight our way in! Avenge our dragon race!"

The other dragon sons shouted and roared, their auras surging and their murderous intent soaring to the sky.

Qiuniu gazed at the still-silent Penglai Immortal Island, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded firmly: "Brothers, let's attack together!"

At Qiuniu's command, the other dragon princes became excited. Each of them unleashed their aura and prepared to attack.

"Break in? In the primordial wilderness, no one has ever dared to claim they could break into my Penglai Immortal Island." A detached voice rang out.

Then, the protective array of Penglai Immortal Island violently churned, slowly revealing a passage. Chen Qing, in his avatar, calmly walked out.

Upon seeing Chen Qing appear, the dragon princes, who had been shouting, immediately shut their mouths and stared at Chen Qing in horror.

They were truly startled by Chen Qing's current appearance, where his entire body was radiating laws and accompanied by the Three Thousand Great Daos.

That aura of oneness with heaven and earth instilled a nameless fear in them from the depths of their hearts. They then realized that the strength of the person before them was far more terrifying than they had heard.

Seeing the group remain silent, Chen Qing revealed a mocking smile: "What? The legendary son of the Ancestral Dragon, is he only good at bullying the weak and fearing the strong?"

"presumptuous!"

Upon hearing Chen Qing's words, the dragon princes were immediately enraged.

Qiuniu made the first move, unleashing a burst of golden dragon flame that swept towards Chen Qing with a scorching heat.

Ya Zi followed closely behind, his blood-red longsword transforming into countless sword shadows, the sharp sword intent seemingly tearing the void apart.

The other dragon sons were not to be outdone, and they all unleashed their respective spiritual treasures—in an instant, a barrage of attacks poured down on Chen Qing like a torrential rain.

Chen Qing looked at the overwhelming attack and smiled disdainfully. Two mere mid-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortals and seven Daluo Golden Immortals—he wondered where they got the courage to attack him.

Chen Qing didn't even bother to take out the Purple Lightning Hammer; he simply swung his hand and slapped out with his palm.

"boom--"

A gigantic palm print appeared out of nowhere, sweeping across the area. Wherever it passed, the dragon princes' attacks exploded like fireworks, bursting into dazzling showers of light.

The palm print, its momentum undiminished, slammed towards them amidst their horrified gazes.

In that instant, they truly felt the threat of death.

It was at that time that they realized how foolish they had been, coming to cause trouble without even figuring out the enemy's background!

"Form the formation!" Qiuniu shouted sharply.

The group quickly changed positions, their dragon auras connecting them, and in an instant, a large formation appeared on the battlefield.

Within the grand formation, dragon roars echoed, clouds surged, and nine giant dragon phantoms circled within the formation, their aura astonishing.

Chen Qing's palm print landed on the great formation.

The great formation set up by the dragon princes began to tremble violently, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Then, with a soft "crack," the great formation shattered under the palm print as if it were withered and decayed.

"puff--"

"puff--"

"puff--"

The figures of the men flew backward like broken sacks, spitting out blood as if it were free, leaving streaks of blood in the sky.

"Boom!"

Giant waves surged across the sea, and several dragon princes plunged into the water, creating a spray that reached high into the sky. In the blink of an eye, blood stained a large area of ​​the sea red.

Chen Qing's avatar did not stop there. He reached out, and a jet-black chain flew out from his sleeve—it was the Turbid Fiend Chain.

The chains, like a serpent, silently disappeared into the sea, precisely coiling around the bodies of each dragon prince.

The turbid and malevolent energy invaded their primordial spirit, making them weak all over and unable to even struggle.

Suddenly, Chen Qinghua raised an eyebrow and looked into the sea. He sensed several dragon princes attempting to escape using secret techniques.

"Trying to run? Did you ask me first?" Chen Qing sneered, the illusory world in his hand appearing and disappearing, and an immense pressure covered tens of thousands of miles around.

The power of the entire world was like an invisible mountain, firmly suppressing the dragon princes who wanted to escape.

"boom--"

In the distance, the seawater burst open, and several figures soared into the sky.

The difference is that before, they flew on their own, but this time they were helplessly pulled out of the sea by Chen Qing.

Their necks were all bound with murky chains, like prey being led around, looking extremely disheveled.

"Let us go! Otherwise, my dragon race will not forgive you!"

"Yes, release us now! You can't afford to mess with our dragon race!"

The Bi'an and the others struggled violently, uttering threats continuously. Although a trace of fear remained in their eyes, their attitudes were increasingly arrogant.

But are their threats effective?

The answer is no. If Chen Qing were afraid of the dragons, he wouldn't have attacked them so severely.

As they watched Chen Qing walk towards them step by step, Qiu Niu and the others' expressions changed drastically.

"Don't come any closer!"

"If you know what's good for you, release us right now!"

Chen Qinghua's lips curled into a half-smile as he calmly said, "Is that so? I'd like to see how you won't let me go. My Penglai Immortal Island isn't a place where just anyone can run wild. If you dare to come, be prepared to perish."

As he spoke, Chen Qing struck out with his palm again.

In an instant, everyone's expression changed drastically, including those who were watching the spectacle from the primordial world.

No one expected that Chen Qing would be so resolute, preparing to kill these guys right away!

Seeing this seemingly effortless palm strike, all the dragon princes wore expressions of despair—were they about to be annihilated the moment they were born?

"presumptuous!"

Suddenly, a furious roar rang out. Then, a gigantic dragon claw appeared out of thin air, grabbing towards Chen Qing. In an instant, the entire world seemed to fall silent, and a suffocating pressure enveloped the surrounding area.