Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

An immense pressure enveloped the entire space. The Ancestral Dragon's massive, sky-covering claw descended, and wherever it passed, space crumbled inch by inch, with black cracks spreading in all directions like a spider web.

That earth-shattering aura sent chills down everyone's spines.

Chen Qing's lips curled up, as if he had been prepared all along. He turned around without hesitation, and a purple light appeared in his hand—the Purple Lightning Hammer was in his grasp. Lightning crackled on the hammer, and a destructive aura intertwined with thunder, spreading outwards.

With a single strike, the hammer, like a purple lightning bolt tearing through the heavens and earth, carrying with it a sky full of thunder and Dao principles, slammed fiercely into the dragon's claw.

"boom--"

A deafening roar echoed throughout the entire primordial world. The sound seemed to tear the heavens apart, causing countless creatures to experience ringing ears and dizziness.

Chen Qing's figure flew backward, the purple lightning hammer in his hand humming and trembling. A powerful counterforce came from the hammer, causing his blood to surge.

The point of impact had been completely reduced to nothingness. The chaotic energy was crushed into dust, and spatial fragments scattered everywhere.

The nine dragon princes were blasted away by the massive aftershock, falling into the distant sea like leaves in a storm, their fate unknown.

A deafening dragon roar resounded, and the colossal figure of the Ancestral Dragon appeared in the sky above the sea.

"Ancestral Dragon!" Chen Qing uttered two words softly. Just from that move, he could feel the extraordinary combat power of the Ancestral Dragon.

"Chen Qing! You bullied my Dragon Clan and injured my people. We haven't settled this score with you yet, and you even want to kill my Dragon Clan's Crown Prince. Do you really think I don't exist?" The Ancestral Dragon's voice was domineering and cold, seemingly devoid of any emotion, yet filled with anger and killing intent. His voice was like thunder from the heavens, echoing throughout the world.

Chen Qing's expression remained unchanged, his tone indifferent: "Ancestral Dragon, the era of your dragon race has passed. Although I don't know why you didn't die and even became a saint, it still doesn't change the fact that the dragon race has fallen into decline."

As expected, this Daoist Chen Qing is still as stubborn as ever! Countless powerful figures watching from the shadows murmured to themselves.

"Hmph! Do you really think that with the Three Pure Ones and others backing you up, I can't do anything to you?"

"I'll show you what a saint is today! A Primordial Golden Immortal is still a Primordial Golden Immortal!" The Ancestral Dragon was furious.

This was not only because of Chen Qing, but also because of his own good-for-nothing sons.

Originally, according to his plan, he first integrated the strength of the dragon race and the various scaled beast races, and then planned to make the dragon race stand at the top of the prehistoric world again.

But before he could even take any action, his own children ruined everything.

His anger towards Chen Qing was greater than anyone else's. And since Chen Qing's training ground was located in the sea, why didn't he immediately go looking for trouble?

Because this matter involves too many things, he knows that if Chen Qing gets into trouble, the Three Pure Ones will never let it go. Now is not the time to start a war with them.

However, due to the commotion caused by his sons, he had no choice but to take action ahead of schedule.

Looking at Zu Long's expression, Chen Qing said sarcastically, "I really don't know the difference between a Sage and a Primordial Golden Immortal. Why don't you let me see it, Zu Long?"

"Hmph! Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish." Zu Long roared angrily, accompanied by an overwhelming killing intent, completely enraged by Chen Qing.

He tore through the void, his terrifying power causing him to grab at Chen Qing.

Faced with such an attack, Chen Qing naturally dared not be careless. His purple lightning hammer suddenly trembled, and lightning and killing intent burst forth from the hammer. In an instant, the entire world seemed to be plunged into a boundless sea of ​​lightning.

The thunder seemed to carry the sounds of clashing swords and thunderous battle cries, as if it came from a distant time and space, sending a chill down one's spine, as if one were about to die and vanish in the next moment.

Chen Qing swung the Purple Lightning Hammer and charged straight at the Ancestral Dragon.

Zu Long raised an eyebrow, and the force in his hand increased rather than decreased.

"Boom!"

A series of explosions and the clash of attacks from both sides made the entire prehistoric world seem to tremble.

The powerful beings hidden in various places were terrified, fearing that the two of them might accidentally shatter the primordial world.

Chen Qing put away his hammer and stood up, looking at the Ancestral Dragon in the distance with a half-smile, his tone full of sarcasm: "I have to say, you dragons are really all the same, always preferring to fight with your claws."

But those claws were incredibly fragile, breaking at the slightest touch. The Candle Dragon was like that, and so is your Ancestral Dragon! I don't know where you get your confidence, daring to touch my Purple Lightning Hammer with your own flesh!"

The face of the Ancestral Dragon opposite him was gloomy as he looked at the deep mark on his palm—a mark left by Chen Qing's Purple Lightning Hammer during the collision.

The edges of the wound were charred black, with faint flashes of lightning, and it was slowly healing.

Zulong could imagine that if his physical strength had not been further enhanced after he became a saint, his palm would probably be more than just a mark.

"Boy, I must say you are very powerful. In all my years of experience, only you have been able to fight against a saint with your mere cultivation at the Hunyuan Golden Immortal stage."

"But you shouldn't have bullied my Dragon Clan. Today, I, the Ancestral Dragon, will annihilate you completely." The Ancestral Dragon said with a gloomy expression.

Chen Qing's tone was sarcastic, seemingly showing no regard for the First Emperor.

He then glanced at the surrounding area ravaged by the aftershocks of the great battle and frowned, saying, "Let's go fight in Chaos." Before he finished speaking, he flashed and headed straight for Chaos.

This sea area is not only his training ground, but also the territory of the dragon clan.

If a fierce battle were to break out here, not only would his own Penglai Immortal Island be lost, but the Dragon Clan would also suffer.

Zu Long naturally understood this principle. He snorted coldly and followed after them with a gloomy expression.

In the chaos, the two faced each other from afar. Their immense auras pressed down for millions of miles, forcing back the chaotic energy and clearing the area within a million miles.

Feeling the aura that Chen Qing was unleashing with all his might, even Zu Long had to admire the extraordinary nature of the person before him.

If I hadn't been born so late, I might have become a saint by now.

Thinking of this, even the usually arrogant First Emperor couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for talent.

He said, "Boy, how about joining my Dragon Clan? Once you join, you'll be second only to the Emperor, above all others. If the opportunity arises in the future, I will do everything in my power to help you become a Saint."

Chen Qing raised an eyebrow, not expecting that Zu Long would suddenly extend an invitation to him.

Join the Dragon Clan? Are you kidding me!

I have no such intention.

The so-called "second only to one person and above ten thousand others" was a joke to him.

As for becoming a saint? His path is already clear; becoming a saint is only a matter of time. Why would he need anyone else's help?

It is estimated that the main body will be able to emerge from seclusion soon, at which time proving the Dao should be very easy.

However, if Zulong were willing to give him his own dragon pearl, he might be able to advance even further. He had a strong premonition that the dragon pearl contained something he needed that could help his own world advance, and then he could ascend to the heavens in one step.

However, he also knew that it was impossible. How could the Ancestral Dragon give him a spiritual treasure that was fused with the Dragon Pearl?

Thoughts swirled in his mind, and Chen Qing said, "Join your dragon clan? If you give me your dragon pearl, I'll join. How about it?"

He spoke calmly, his eyes carrying a hint of mockery as he looked at Zu Long.

Chen Qing knew, of course, that Zu Long would not agree to this condition.

And that was indeed the case. Upon hearing Chen Qing's words, Zu Long's pupils constricted sharply, and a possibility suddenly arose in his mind—had he discovered something?

The Ancestral Dragon Pearl was his most precious treasure, so naturally he wouldn't give it to anyone else, especially since it had now merged with his own Dragon Pearl. Moreover, he held extremely high hopes for this treasure.

In that instant, everything around seemed to freeze. The space was filled with a heavy atmosphere, like the calm before a storm.

Suddenly, both sides moved at the same time.

In that instant, the two figures vanished from their spot.

Then, a violent collision unfolded at the center, with lightning and dragon flames intertwining, and laws clashing with brute force.

The intense shockwaves swept across a radius of millions of miles, even suppressing and obliterating the omnipresent chaotic energy flow, reducing it to nothingness.

Not far from the battlefield, three figures stood calmly, watching the scene unfold. Their expressions turned grave as they observed the two figures crisscrossing in the center of the field.

"This little Qingzi is truly remarkable. He hasn't even become a saint yet, but he can fight the Ancestral Dragon to such an extent! There were some coincidences involved in killing that guy with a body full of bones before, but this time it was a real, hard-fought battle!" Tongtian exclaimed.

"Yes, such combat power is truly ashamed of us. Even if I were to go on the field without using the Pangu Banner, I'd probably only manage this much," Yuanshi rarely echoed.

Laozi nodded slightly: "That Ancestral Dragon is no ordinary person. He proved his Dao through force, and his combat power is extraordinary. Moreover, I feel that his dragon pearl is a bit strange, as if it hides some great secret."

At this moment, the Three Pure Ones were already watching the battlefield from afar. They had been paying attention to it ever since the First Emperor first appeared in the East Sea.

At first glance, Chen Qing seemed to be able to handle the situation, so they didn't rush to make a move.

Now that the two were engaged in a fierce battle in the chaos, they were afraid that something might happen to their disciple, so they quickly followed.

Judging from the current situation, their worries seem unnecessary—even though Zu Long is powerful, he cannot completely suppress Chen Qing. On the contrary, the two sides are evenly matched and fighting fiercely.

They agreed with this: over the years, they had seen countless powerful individuals, but none had ever been able to withstand a Saint with the power of a Primordial Golden Immortal. Chen Qing's achievement was truly astonishing.

On the battlefield, Chen Qing wielded the Purple Lightning Hammer with great force, each strike powerful and heavy, forcing the Ancestral Dragon to shimmer with light and fight back with all his might.

The Ancestral Dragon was not to be outdone; its two dragon claws flashed with cold light, sharp and incomparable.

Each collision caused the surrounding chaotic space to tremble violently.

The battlefield shifted and moved, and the omnipresent chaotic energy within a radius of millions of miles had now dissipated without a trace, leaving only the two demon-like figures locked in a fierce battle.

Forced the dragon's claws away, Chen Qing had a thought, and a small cauldron flew from the primordial world, transforming into the size of a mountain, and pressed down on the ancestral dragon.

As the Qiankun Cauldron descended, it was as if the entire world had collapsed, and the intense pressure solidified the space itself.

Looking at the Qiankun Cauldron that was pressing down on him, the Ancestral Dragon was secretly surprised—this person in front of him had far too many treasures!

He snorted coldly, opened his mouth and spat out a dragon pearl, which spun around and shimmered with mysterious light as it flew towards the Qiankun Cauldron.

"boom--"

Another violent collision.

Ripples spread throughout the chaotic space, radiating outwards in all directions.

A small apricot-yellow flag appeared above Chen Qing's head, with thousands of golden flowers hanging down, instantly protecting his entire body.

The Qiankun Cauldron and the Ancestral Dragon Pearl were locked in a stalemate in the chaos, seemingly unable to gain the upper hand over each other.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that the Qiankun Cauldron is showing signs of weakening.

Chen Qing let out a cold snort, his figure soaring into the sky and instantly landing on the Qiankun Cauldron.

The aura of three thousand laws surged from his entire body, cascading down like a waterfall.

He was enveloped in the light of the laws, ethereal and otherworldly, as if he were the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, with the Three Thousand Great Daos accompanying him, dazzling and radiant.

Chen Qing shuddered as a vast amount of power of law surged into the Qiankun Cauldron beneath his feet.

The Qiankun Cauldron trembled instantly, and mysterious rays of light flickered and flowed across its surface, greatly increasing its power.

The moment the laws erupted, the Ancestral Dragon's expression changed drastically.

He had already noticed the dense power of law emanating from Chen Qing, but he hadn't expected it to be so astonishing.

In that instant, Zu Long no longer had any intention of recruiting Chen Qing—such a person was not one to be subservient to others.

Moreover, he sensed a strong threat from Chen Qing. If he didn't kill him now, it would likely be his end if this boy became a saint in the future.

Not for the sake of the dragon race's legacy, but for my own. Today, this child must die!

With this in mind, Zulong no longer hesitated. His aura surged to the sky, and the surface of the Zulong Pearl shone brightly, as if some seal had been broken, revealing a hazy gray pearl.

Chaotic energy swirled around it, and a powerful pressure, as if suppressing chaos, emanated from it.

"The Chaos Pearl!" Upon seeing the true form of the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, Chen Qing's pupils constricted, and he exclaimed in shock.

The Three Pure Ones and the others felt the dense chaotic energy and overwhelming pressure emanating from the bead, and their hearts were shaken. Then they realized—it really was this supreme treasure.

The moment Chen Qing saw the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, he had a guess in his mind.

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, or perhaps it was some kind of preordained connection, but he always felt that this bead had some great effect on him.

Now that I see it, I understand.

The Chaos Pearl is a supreme treasure of chaos! Although this pearl has been severely damaged and is no longer as powerful as it once was, it is still far more powerful than innate supreme treasures.

Moreover, it seems that there is another world inside this bead.

If one could completely integrate it into one's own inner world, advancing to the Boundless Great Thousand Worlds would be a piece of cake!

At that time, with the feedback from the world's growth and the infusion of the power of the laws, becoming a saint will be a natural outcome.

Thinking of this, a burning desire flashed in Chen Qing's eyes—how could he get his hands on the Chaos Pearl?