Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

In the chaos, the clash between the two supreme treasures caused ripples to spread across the void, radiating outwards and turning everything in their path into nothingness.

The Qiankun Cauldron and the Chaos Pearl were locked in a stalemate. The Qiankun Cauldron alone could not possibly contend with the Chaos Pearl of the Ancestral Dragon. Even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how damaged the Chaos Pearl was, it was still not something that a mere innate treasure could withstand.

However, under the infusion of Chen Qing's profound world power, it managed to withstand it.

Looking at the raging aftershocks, both Chen Qing and Zu Long secretly felt fortunate.

Fortunately, they chose to wage war in the chaos. If it had been in the East Sea, not only the East Sea, but even the entire prehistoric land would have been greatly affected.

With such destructive power, it wouldn't be impossible for them to destroy the primordial world if no one stopped them.

The battle between the two reached a stalemate.

As time passed, Zu Long was secretly alarmed—he hadn't expected this guy to be so extraordinary, able to fight against him, who wielded the Chaos Pearl, to this extent with just a mere innate treasure.

Unbeknownst to him, Chen Qing was also marveling at the power of the Ancestral Dragon. In reality, Chen Qing was already at his limit. If the Ancestral Dragon were even slightly stronger, he wouldn't be able to withstand it and would have to summon the Chaos Bell or have his true form intervene.

"drink!"

It was precisely because of this that the Qiankun Cauldron was completely thrown away.

However, Chen Qing didn't care at this moment. He moved with the hammer and was in front of Zu Long in an instant. The lightning crackling on the purple hammer in his hand erupted, and he went straight for Zu Long's face without hesitation.

Zu Long probably didn't expect Chen Qing to suddenly do this, but having experienced countless battles, he naturally wouldn't panic.

A ruthless glint flashed across his face, and a dragon claw, gleaming with intense light of law, clashed head-on with the Purple Lightning Hammer.

The dragon claw collided with the Purple Lightning Hammer. Although the Ancestral Dragon reacted quickly, it still underestimated Chen Qing's Purple Lightning Hammer. The indestructible dragon claw was instantly shattered by the Purple Lightning Hammer, and dragon blood gushed out.

Amidst the excruciating pain, the Ancestral Dragon's expression changed, and its other dragon claw, accompanied by a whooshing sound, lunged at Chen Qing's head.

The space rippled with each grab, and it was clear that if Chen Qing hadn't dodged it, he would have been seriously injured at the very least.

However, Chen Qing seemed to have anticipated this. The moment the Purple Lightning Hammer broke through the dragon's claw, the entire hammer shook, using the force to retreat rapidly, causing the Ancestral Dragon's powerful claw to miss its target.

Standing at a distance, Chen Qing looked at Zu Long, whose face was gloomy, with a half-smile.

Looking at the large hole in its own dragon claw, the Ancestral Dragon's killing intent grew even stronger.

He stared at Chen Qing's figure in the distance, his face grim—this familiar scene reminded him of the Demon Ancestor Rahu who had schemed against the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, causing them to withdraw from the prehistoric stage.

Although he wasn't radiating murderous intent, his posture wielding the lightning-sparkling giant hammer was just as arrogant and domineering.

A deafening dragon roar resounded, and the Ancestral Dragon transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long azure dragon, coiling in the chaos, its enormous tail sweeping towards Chen Qing.

"Holy crap!" Chen Qing's eyes widened, and his entire figure instantly soared into the sky.

Feeling the dragon's tail sweep past him, Chen Qing's lips twitched—wasn't this a bit too much? Such a huge tail sweeping over, even if the Purple Lightning Hammer smashed a hole in it, it wouldn't stop him!

In the following period, the Ancestral Dragon seemed to go berserk, using its claws, tail, and mouth to its fullest extent.

For a moment, Chen Qing was forced into a state of fluster.

Meanwhile, on Penglai Island.

Outside the island, several figures reappeared. They were none other than the nine sons of the Ancestral Dragon. These men, who had been severely injured by Chen Qing and caught in the aftershocks of the battle, had actually returned.

"Brother, do we really have to do this? That Chen Qing Daoist is incredibly powerful... If he comes back..." Ba Xia looked hesitantly at the island-protecting formation in front of him.

Baxia's voice seemed to remind them of something, and their faces turned ugly.

Thinking of that figure that emerged from the island, the group of people shuddered involuntarily.

If their father hadn't intervened in time, they might have been reduced to ashes by now. Even so, the memory of that slap still lingered in their hearts.

Everyone looked at their leader, Qiuniu, awaiting his decision.

Seeing the fear in his brothers' eyes, Qiuniu felt a pang of unease, but his expression gradually hardened. He said fiercely, "This grudge must be avenged! We brothers have just been born, just at the time to show our strength, yet we have been humiliated by this man. We must regain our dignity, otherwise who in the Dragon Clan will listen to us brothers in the future!"

Besides, Father has already made his move; that man is doomed. Even if we destroy his dojo now, what difference will it make?

Upon hearing this, everyone realized it made sense and their expressions immediately became excited.

As sons of the First Emperor, they were all proud and arrogant. When had they ever been treated like this? This was one of the reasons why they dared to come back and cause trouble while Chen Qing was away.

With everyone reaching a consensus, powerful attacks rained down on Penglai Immortal Island.

To their disappointment, their attacks were blocked by the island's protective formation.

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Seeing this, Qiuniu gritted his teeth and said, "Keep attacking! I refuse to believe that the few of us can't even break through a single island-protecting formation!"

Just as they were preparing to continue their attack, a clear, cold voice rang out from the island: "Who dares to cause trouble on Penglai Immortal Island!"

Then, a figure in white flew out from the island; it was Xuan Ming. Her white hair flowed freely, her icy blue eyes were filled with coldness, and countless Dao principles emanated from her body. Although not as many as Chen Qing's three thousand Dao principles, they still surrounded her.

Behind her, several children followed cautiously out.

Xuanming had been in seclusion on the island cultivating, but when he sensed someone attacking the great formation, he came out to inspect it.

Although she had only recently reconstructed her physical body, the turbid and evil energy had been eliminated, and with Chen Qing's help, her strength was even greater than before.

When Qiu Niu and the others saw Xuan Ming, they were first startled, then breathed a sigh of relief—he was just a quasi-saint. Although his aura was powerful, the nine brothers on their side working together were not afraid even if he was at the peak of the quasi-saint realm.

Moreover, they possessed a magical treasure bestowed upon them by their father, giving them ample confidence.

"Who are you? This is the Taoist temple of Chen Qing. Anyone who has nothing to do with him should leave immediately, and we will not make things difficult for you!" Qiuniu said in a deep voice.

Xuanming sneered, "I am one of the masters of this island. Your dragon princes trespassed into the Daoist temple and dared to speak so arrogantly. Do you really think my Penglai Immortal Island is without anyone?"

Ya Zi scoffed, "A mere quasi-saint dares to be so arrogant? Brothers, let's attack together and take her down first!"

The nine dragon sons attacked together, unleashing a barrage of magical treasures and supernatural powers upon Xuanming.

Xuanming, expressionless, activated the laws and swung his fists to fight against the nine dragon sons.

……

At that very moment, amidst the chaos, Chen Qing was engaged in a fierce battle with the Ancestral Dragon and sensed the scene at the Daoist temple.

"Zulong, you are truly despicable! You actually sent people to attack while I was away from the dojo!" Chen Qing sneered.

Upon hearing Chen Qing's words, Zu Long frowned: "I, Zu Long, would never stoop to such methods! Whom your disciple or dojo has offended is none of my concern."

"Hmph! Enough talk, let's fight another day!" Chen Qing snorted coldly, turned around and left, though he was just putting on an act.

Are you kidding me? How could he not know how safe the island is?

Not to mention, even if its true form is still there, Xuanming can now withstand a saint. If they try to attack Chen Qing's dojo while his avatar is away, it's no different from courting death.

The First Emperor was unaware of all this. The two were enemies, and he certainly wouldn't let him leave easily.

The Chaos Pearl emitted a powerful aura as it hurtled towards Chen Qing, causing ripples to spread through the space along its path.

Sensing the danger behind him, Chen Qing smiled slightly, turned around, and unleashed a powerful, sweeping hammer blow.

"boom!"

The two attacks collided, and Chen Qing was sent flying backward.

"Zu Long, do you really want to stop me?" Chen Qing looked at Zu Long calmly, a powerful aura of destruction emanating from the purple lightning hammer in his hand.

This is a true confrontation, a life-or-death struggle!

In that instant, the Ancestral Dragon seemed to see the destruction of his dragon clan's foundation and the slaughter of his people, and he trembled all over.

However, thinking of the hatred between his dragon clan and Chen Qing, the Ancestral Dragon narrowed his eyes: "Want to leave? You can try. I'd be happy if someone caused trouble for your dojo."

"Hmph! Then pray that it's not your dragon race that goes to my dojo. Otherwise, I'll wipe out your dragon race!"

In that instant, Chen Qing unleashed his full power. Endless light of laws emanated from his entire body, and the phantom of another world appeared behind him, making him seem as if he were standing atop another world.

The purple lightning hammer exuded a tragic aura, with intense destructive energy intertwined with lightning, sending chills down everyone's spines.

Chen Qing's eyes were indifferent as he swung his hammer, with endless power of laws swirling around it.

Under this hammer blow, even the chaotic space trembled, as if it could not withstand this world-destroying power. One after another, illusory images of the Great Dao appeared in the space.

Faced with this hammer blow, Zu Long's expression changed drastically—he felt an unprecedented threat. With a deafening dragon roar, all his magical power surged into the Chaos Pearl as if it were free.

"Buzz—"

The Chaos Pearl shone brightly, hurtling towards Chen Qing like a meteor.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar erupted. From the center of the attack, cracks appeared, spreading in all directions.

"laugh--"

Chen Qing's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Even the central apricot-yellow flag above his head dimmed. Of course, the Ancestral Dragon opposite him was not faring well either, spitting out blood repeatedly. Its dragon scales were now covered in blood and torn to shreds.

Just then, the Three Pure Ones, who were watching from afar, could no longer sit still—they sensed a violent fluctuation in Chen Qing's aura.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian transformed into three streams of light and instantly appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

They were all familiar with the aura of the Three Pure Ones.

"Xiao Qingzi, how are you?" Tongtian was the first to come to Chen Qing's side, looking at him with a worried expression.

Then Laozi and Yuanshi also arrived.

"Disciple greets Master and two senior uncles." Chen Qing quickly bowed.

Without saying a word, Laozi took out a pill from his sleeve and handed it over: "Take this pill first!"

Although he felt his injuries weren't serious, Chen Qing still obediently took the pills his father handed him.

It must be said that this elixir is truly unparalleled in the primordial world. It melts instantly upon entering the mouth, turning into a warm current that flows slowly through the body, repairing the damage.

Seeing that Chen Qing's complexion had improved, the Three Pure Ones turned to look at the Ancestral Dragon, whose face was pale.

The Zhuxian Sword in Tongtian's hand radiated a strong killing intent. Looking at Zulong, he coldly asked, "Zulong, how do you want to die?"

"Qing'er, let's go to your dojo first, just in case something unexpected happens." Laozi's expression was calm, but his tone carried a hint of concern.

Although the First Emperor was restrained by them, the nine princes of the Dragon Clan were still outside, and who knew what they might do.

However, Chen Qing's serious face instantly turned into a smile, and he chuckled, "Master, everything's fine at the Daoist temple! I was just seeing what Ancestral Dragon's attitude is. Even if Ancestral Dragon went there in person, he wouldn't get any credit."

Upon hearing this, the Three Pure Ones exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with confusion.

Zu Long also frowned, wondering where Chen Qing got his confidence from.

Although Penglai Immortal Island is protected by a powerful innate formation, even the strongest formation cannot withstand an attack from a Saint-level being. What makes him so certain he can even stop it? Does he possess some kind of trump card?

Seeing the puzzled looks on Sanqing's face, Chen Qing didn't explain. He simply raised his hand and let out a trace of the aura of his inner world.

Although that wisp of aura was faint, it carried the vastness and weight unique to the complete world—mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars, all living things, as if a world independent of the primordial wilderness had revealed a corner of the iceberg in that instant.

The Three Pure Ones' eyes widened instantly.

They could clearly sense that this aura originated from a complete Great Thousand World! The world's barriers were solid, its laws complete, and the Three Thousand Great Daos faintly flowed within it. There was absolutely no trace of the Myriad Immortals Array.

But they clearly remembered that Chen Qing had 840 million micro-worlds within his body. They hadn't paid attention to where these micro-worlds went before, and thought that Chen Qing was using the Myriad Immortals Formation to gather all the power of the worlds to resist the Ancestral Dragon.

Unexpectedly, this is a complete and vast world!

Where did those 840 million microscopic worlds go? Why is this world so powerful?

After a moment's thought, the Three Pure Ones had some guesses. The world's current scale was mostly related to Chen Qing borrowing spiritual treasures from them for comprehension.

The laws of heaven and earth and fragments of the Great Dao contained in those spiritual treasures were restored, replicated, and integrated into the world by him using the Qiankun Cauldron, which is why this world has grown to such an extent.

As for those 840 million microscopic worlds... without a doubt, they're still hidden on Penglai Immortal Island. Chen Qing's Daoist temple has never been as simple as it appears on the surface.

Chen Qing looked at his master and uncles' thoughtful expressions and then waved his hand slightly.

The gesture seemed casual, but it contained a profound meaning—it was a secret code understood only between the master and disciple, meaning: the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, is still on the island.

This information was not a secret to them, and their most precious treasure was also in Chen Qing's hands.

Although he returned the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords to Tongtian, the other treasures were still on Penglai Immortal Island.

Connecting these pieces of information, the Three Pure Ones suddenly understood: the Chen Qing before them, who was fighting fiercely with the Ancestral Dragon, surrounded by laws, and exuding an aura of overwhelming power, was actually just an avatar!

The true form still sits deep within the Penglai Immortal Island.

The three Pure Ones exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock and relief. If their avatars were this powerful, wouldn't their true forms be even stronger?

Moreover, Chen Qing himself possesses the Chaos Bell, and with the three of them's treasures, even a saint would have to think twice before acting.

With this thought in mind, the Three Pure Ones felt much more at ease, and their gazes toward the Ancestral Dragon held a hint of amusement.

Although Zulong could not hear the secret messages between Chen Qing and the Three Pure Ones, he could vaguely sense something was wrong from the changes in the Three Pure Ones' expressions.

He frowned, staring at the white-clad figure opposite him, surrounded by laws and exuding an overwhelming aura, and a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.