Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

"Who I am is none of your concern." The mysterious man's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority. "My master has invited you; I hope you will accompany me."

Chen Qing pondered to himself: This person's cultivation level is not weak among quasi-saints, but he actually has a "master" above him? Could he be a saint-level being?

Thinking this, he narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice, "You shouldn't be from the primordial era, right? What is your purpose in coming here?"

"Primordial Era? Isn't that the Pangu World? Never mind, that's probably what you call it here." The newcomer muttered to himself, as if confirming something.

The next moment, his aura suddenly changed, and Xing Tian's face was completely distorted, turning into a ferocious and terrifying face, covered with black scales, making him look exactly like a humanoid beast.

"Will you go by yourself, or shall I lead you there? Don't keep the Lord waiting too long."

"Hmph, I have absolutely no interest in your so-called master," Chen Qing refused decisively. However, he was quite interested in this person, because the aura of the Witch Clan on him was genuine, but it was different from that of the Witch Clan.

Even though the aura of the Witch Clan was violent and ferocious, it was different from this person's. His aura seemed negative, dark and sinister.

A hint of regret flashed in the newcomer's eyes, but then his fighting spirit surged: "Very well. It's been many years since I've fought. It's a good time to stretch my muscles and see just how much real skill you, the 'Number One Person Below the Saint,' really have."

"You can give it a try." Before Chen Qing finished speaking, he had already flashed out and left the Three Immortals Island.

This is his training ground, and he is unwilling to start a war here, ruining years of hard work.

The newcomer naturally followed closely behind.

The two faced each other in mid-air, their powerful auras soaring into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, and changing the color of the heavens and earth.

The powerful beings throughout the primordial world sensed the familiar fluctuations emanating from the East Sea, and their eyes twitched—that person was at it again.

However, the ancient times were long and there was little excitement to be had, so it was still welcome as long as it didn't harm oneself.

A flurry of divine senses swept across the battlefield. But what they saw caused everyone to gasp in astonishment—just who was the guy confronting Chen Qing?

In an instant, this question filled the minds of every powerful being. For they discovered that, even with their own level of cultivation, they could not see through the black mist swirling around that person.

Several sages also noticed the figure, their brows furrowing in unison. They sensed an ominous sign emanating from this person and, not daring to be careless, began to calculate with their fingers.

However, a moment later, they opened their eyes in surprise, their faces filled with horror—even as saints, they could not discern the origins of this creature, as if it did not belong to this world.

Over the East China Sea, Chen Qing and the mysterious man stared at each other, their expressions both solemn.

"So, you really don't want to come with me?" the mysterious man suddenly spoke. "My master greatly admires you. If you come with me, you might even have a chance to reach the realm of a saint."

Chen Qing's lips curled into a slight sneer: "If your master truly possesses such abilities, why doesn't he come personally? Sending a mere lackey like you is a gross underestimation. If he can truly help others achieve sainthood, why are you still merely a quasi-saint yourself?"

Seemingly having his sore spot touched, the mysterious man's face instantly darkened, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Since that's the case, then you should die!" His voice was chilling, like the coldest ice in the underworld.

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of cold light appeared in his hands, and a pair of sharp claws, gleaming with spiritual energy, appeared in his grasp. With a flicker, he vanished without a trace.

Chen Qing felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't dare to be careless and quickly turned around, sweeping his purple lightning hammer at a tricky angle behind him.

"bite--"

A crisp metallic clang rang out as the hammerhead clashed with the claws, sending sparks flying.

After the attack, the mysterious figure quickly vanished into the void.

"Spatial laws?" A hint of surprise flashed in Chen Qing's eyes, but he immediately shook his head—something was wrong. This was a spatial law, but it was different from the spatial laws of the primordial world.

What a strange fellow. When he tested him in the hall earlier, Chen Qing clearly sensed that his physical strength was not weak, but now he has chosen this elusive fighting style.

Chen Qing dared not relax for a moment. In his perception, countless faint auras were scattered in all directions, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, and he could not tell which one was the mysterious person's true form.

A chilling killing intent swirled around him, as if he might deliver a fatal blow from the shadows at any moment.

Meanwhile, the powerful beings watching from the primordial world were no longer just watching the spectacle; they began to ponder the mysterious man's attack patterns and speculate on his origins.

On the battlefield, Chen Qing, wielding the Purple Lightning Hammer, intently surveyed his surroundings, attempting to pinpoint the mysterious figure's location. The instant he turned, a fierce killing intent erupted from all directions, enveloping him from head to toe.

Chen Qing's lips curled slightly, and a small cauldron suddenly appeared, rapidly growing larger and enveloping him.

The mysterious figure's claws stabbed out, but only stirred ripples on the light screen on the surface of the cauldron. He was startled, knowing something was wrong, and quickly retreated.

However, how could Chen Qing let him go so easily at this moment? He spun the purple lightning hammer in his hand, and the space-time around the hammer seemed to be frozen. He was using the space-time technique he learned from the Chaos Bell.

With a single strike, the hammer reached the mysterious man's chest in an instant.

"drink!"

Seeing that he could not dodge the hammer blow, and feeling the fierce lightning and killing intent emanating from the purple lightning hammer, the mysterious man was terrified.

With a roar, his muscles bulged instantly, the scales on his skin bulged out, and two swollen arms suddenly appeared in front of him at an incredible speed and angle.

A loud crash and the sound of metal scraping echoed across the sky.

The mysterious man crossed his two gleaming claws together, firmly locking the head of Chen Qing's Purple Lightning Hammer.

He suddenly looked up at Chen Qing and grinned maliciously.

A beam of black light suddenly shot out from its mouth, heading straight for Chen Qing.

Chen Qing quickly released his grip and retreated, at the same time the Qiankun Cauldron landed in front of him.

"Bang—"

With a loud bang, the black light struck the Qiankun Cauldron, transforming into a black, sharp, crimson-tipped object that emitted a scorching heat.

However, it slowly turned into ashes and disappeared, seemingly a one-time use magic weapon.

Just then, a buzzing sound came from the side.

Chen Qing looked up and saw the mysterious man staring greedily at the purple lightning hammer that was being held tightly by his two sharp claws.

Chen Qing chuckled dismissively. He had refined the Purple Lightning Hammer for many years, and the restrictions had long been completely removed. Taking it away would not be an easy task; even a saint would need to put in considerable effort.

He reached out and summoned the Qiankun Cauldron, which flew back into his hand. With a thought, the Qiankun Cauldron instantly grew to the size of a small mountain.

Chen Qing's muscles bulged as he gripped the cauldron's legs, letting out a roar. With the power of the world amplified, the Qiankun Cauldron traced a graceful arc in mid-air before crashing down on the mysterious man like a mountain crashing down.

At the same time, the Purple Lightning Hammer emitted a clear ringing sound, and with a tremor, it instantly transformed into a stream of light, flying back into Chen Qing's hand.

Feeling the overwhelming pressure from above, as if the entire world was pressing down on him, the mysterious man's expression changed drastically, and even his movements became difficult.

"Boom!"

A series of continuous explosions shook the entire East China Sea, causing towering waves to surge. The mysterious man was slammed into the East China Sea by Chen Qing's cauldron and vanished without a trace.

Just then, the void trembled and a hole was torn open.

"roar--"

A furious roar came from the spatial rift, and the entire sea surface seemed to tremble, as if some enormous creature was about to burst out of the sea.

Just then, a furious roar suddenly came from somewhere in the sea.

A violent surge came from the sea, and a colossal creature shot into the sky.

Chen Qing recognized him at a glance; it was indeed the mysterious man. However, at this moment, the man was in a sorry state, his thousand-foot-long body covered in tattered scales and dripping with blood.

At this moment, it was as if someone had thrown them out of the sea, sending them soaring into the sky.

Chen Qing put away the Qiankun Cauldron, and the Purple Lightning Hammer in his hand instantly transformed into a colossal hammer that seemed to blot out the sky, smashing down on the giant beast that the mysterious man had transformed into.

"Boom—"

With a deafening roar and a piercing scream, the giant beast plunged back into the sea.

Suddenly, a dragon's roar rang out from nowhere, instantly resounding throughout the sky.

Then, a huge whirlpool appeared on the sea surface, and with a jolt, a dark shadow hurtled towards Chen Qing.

The mysterious visitor felt like he wanted to die. He, a dignified Quasi-Saint, was being tossed around like a toy.

If it weren't for my exceptional talent and thick skin, I would probably have been turned into mincemeat long ago.

Chen Qing looked at the mysterious guest who was hurtling towards him like a cannonball and curled his lip in disdain.

With a swing of his purple lightning hammer, a massive bolt of purple lightning swept across, knocking the mysterious guest aside. Even with his body possessing an indestructible spiritual light, the mysterious guest was severely injured and rendered powerless to retaliate.

Chen Qing's eyes were fixed on the massive whirlpool on the sea below. There, a tremendous aura was slowly approaching.

Suddenly, the vortex split open, revealing a passage, and a man exuding a dark aura slowly walked out.

He stood on the sea, looking calmly at Chen Qing, his aura radiating overwhelming power.

"Late-stage Quasi-Saint? No, late-stage Primordial Golden Immortal?"

Chen Qing's pupils contracted slightly. It wasn't that he thought the late-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal was particularly powerful, but rather that very few people in the prehistoric world had taken this path, and a strong sense of danger was stimulating him.

After this man appeared, many old creatures in the primordial world suddenly changed their expressions, clearly recognizing him.

This is a powerful dragon who perished during the Dragon-Han Calamity—one of the top figures of the dragon race when it dominated the prehistoric world. He held an extremely high position among the dragons, possessed unparalleled cultivation, and had slain countless powerful figures from the Phoenix and Qilin clans on the battlefield at that time, earning him a formidable reputation.

After the war between the three races, this person disappeared without a trace, and everyone assumed that he had perished in that catastrophe or was later caught in the schemes of the Demon Ancestor Rahu. Unexpectedly, he suddenly appeared in the East Sea today!

"So you are Daoist Chen Qing?" the dragon clan expert asked. Although it was a question, his tone was full of certainty.

"That's right, I am Chen Qing," Chen Qing said slowly.

The dragon clan expert casually swept his eyes around, as if he could see the powerful figures watching from afar, and a faint hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

He then looked at Chen Qing and said coldly, "I never imagined that after so many years of recuperation, my Dragon Clan would have forgotten the fear of the past? Now, a mere junior dares to be so insolent on our Dragon Clan's territory!"

Although these words were spoken while looking at Chen Qing, the voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, clearly also addressed to the powerful figures watching the battle.

In an instant, powerful auras suddenly erupted from all parts of the primordial world, but then, as if mindful of something, they slowly receded.

A hint of disdain flashed in the eyes of the dragon clan expert as he stared at Chen Qing: "Junior, how dare you humiliate my dragon clan like this! What is your punishment?"

"A crime?" Chen Qing sneered. "An old codger from who-knows-how-many years ago, suddenly popping up now, who knows when he'll be dead. You're not qualified to convict me, Chen Qing!"

"Youngster, do you know who I am? How dare you speak to me like that!" The dragon clan expert's expression was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, but his voice was icy cold. This powerful being who had survived the ancient calamity was clearly enraged.

Chen Qing's lips curled slightly: "A powerful dragon who perished in the Dragon-Han Calamity, a general under the Ancestral Dragon. Am I correct?"

"Now that you know my background, you should know the consequences of angering me!"

"Consequences?" Chen Qing's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Do you still think this is the era of the three races? The dragon race has declined. Accept reality!"

"You're asking for it!"

The dragon clan expert seemed to utter these words through clenched teeth, his killing intent erupting completely. His entire figure vanished from the spot in an instant, and a gigantic dragon claw appeared between heaven and earth, descending from the sky to grab Chen Qing.

The dragon claws gleamed with a sharp, cold light, carrying a rich Daoist aura of water. Wherever they passed, they left behind black cracks in the space.

Sensing the power of that claw, Chen Qing dared not be careless. With a thought, a phantom of a world appeared faintly behind him, its power empowering him.

With a swing of his purple lightning hammer, a devastating burst of lightning erupted from Chen Qing's body.

With a single hammer blow, a massive phantom of lightning appeared, carrying with it a sky full of lightning and the essence of thunder, hurtling towards the dragon's claw.

"Boom!"

Deafening roars echoed between heaven and earth.

"Click—"

With a crisp sound, the center of their attack instantly exploded into nothingness, and spatial rifts spread in all directions.

Just then, a scream came from the side.

The mysterious man was coughing up blood, covered in countless wounds, and staring at Chen Qing and the dragon clan expert with a face full of resentment.

Just now, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the two of them had focused their attacks on the location of the mysterious person.

He was severely injured and could only watch helplessly as the two massive attacks collided, the aftershocks ravaging him.

Chen Qing and the dragon clan expert seemed oblivious, and engaged in a fierce battle right next to the mysterious figure in the sky above the East China Sea.

The aftershocks of the battle spread out, leaving the mysterious man in a sorry state.

He dared not leave at this moment. He could feel two intense killing intents enveloping him, and if he tried to leave, their attacks would likely strike him simultaneously.

Only then did he realize the gap between himself and Chen Qing and the others—the two sides in this battle were almost beyond the realm of quasi-saints.

After a fierce exchange of blows, Chen Qing and the dragon clan expert separated and faced each other from a distance.

At this moment, Chen Qing was slightly disheveled, with a piece of his Taoist robe torn at the chest, but he was not seriously injured, after all, he was also a practitioner of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

The dragon clan expert on the other side was in a much worse state, with blood dripping from his claws and his eyes blazing with anger as he glared fiercely at Chen Qing.

"war!"

"war!"

The two of them roared in unison, their fighting spirit surging.

Chen Qing slowly swung the purple lightning hammer in his hand, seemingly fast yet slow, seemingly slow yet not fast, following a mysterious trajectory.

Suddenly, an aura of destruction filled the world.

The dragon clan expert was not to be outdone. He opened his mouth and spat out a bead that shimmered with a mysterious light, which flew out and hurtled towards Chen Qing.

Wherever the bead passed, space itself shattered into dust.

However, the other person on the battlefield at this moment—that mysterious man—was terrified.

He watched the attacks coming towards him from both sides, his eyes filled with despair. He didn't understand; if the two were fighting, they should just fight properly, why did they have to lure him in?

He was already at his limit, severely injured, and further weakened by the repeated battles. If it weren't for his thick skin, he would have been dead long ago.

"Senior, save me!" the mysterious man cried out.

Just as everyone was speculating about who the mysterious senior was, a strange light appeared in Chen Qing's eyes.

He could feel a strange fluctuation spreading from somewhere, instantly enveloping the space.

Chen Qing and the dragon clan expert did not withdraw their attacks; instead, they intensified their attacks.

Just as the mysterious man was about to die under the two men's attacks, a faint sigh came from the space, and a crack suddenly appeared, from which a white, jade-like hand slowly reached out.

With a slight movement of the hand, a wave of energy emanated from it.

Chen Qing's purple lightning hammer and the dragon clan expert's spiritual treasure bead were both frozen in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat—how could this person have broken through the two's attack so easily? Could it be that this person was also a Saint? And judging from the looks of it, their strength was quite remarkable.

If it were the Western saint Zhunti, he probably wouldn't have taken it so lightly.

This wasn't just a guess; it was based on Chen Qing's previous experience fighting Zhunti—if Zhunti had that ability, he wouldn't have been bullied so badly.

Chen Qing snorted coldly and withdrew his Purple Lightning Hammer. On the other side, the dragon clan expert's magic power surged, and his magical treasure spun around and flew back as well.

Both of them stared intently at the shattered space.

The spatial rift suddenly widened, and a figure shrouded in a black robe slowly emerged from it.

The black robe was shrouded in black mist, which even Chen Qing, with his current level of cultivation, could not see through! At first glance, it seemed as if one's soul would be swallowed up.

"Isn't what you two are doing a bit too far?" A deep voice slowly came from within the black robe, revealing neither joy nor anger.

However, both Chen Qing and the dragon clan expert felt a strong sense of crisis.

Just then, a purple aura gathered from the sky, a strange fragrance wafted through the air, golden flowers fell from the sky, and golden lotuses sprang from the ground. A figure slowly appeared not far from Chen Qing.

Meanwhile, in other parts of the primordial world, immense auras soared into the sky, as if announcing their existence.

"Disciple Chen Qing greets Master!" The moment the old man appeared, Chen Qing hurriedly went over and bowed in greeting.

Indeed, the person who came was Chen Qing's master—Taiqing Laozi.

The other sages also released their own auras, but they did not arrive immediately.