Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

Chen Qing's gaze swept over, and Xuan Du's spirits lifted—this was the first time he had come out on business with his senior brother, and he absolutely could not lose face.

A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a primordial spiritual treasure flew out, heading straight for the Dragon King of the East Sea.

The Dragon King of the East Sea was already struggling to defend himself, so how could he have time to dodge? The magical treasure slammed solidly into his body.

"ah--"

With a piercing scream, the Dragon King of the East Sea plummeted from mid-air into the sea, creating a massive splash. Blood instantly stained a large area of ​​the ocean red.

Xuan Du landed, slightly out of breath, and looked at the still sea with a hint of unease: "Senior brother... could it be that I went too far and killed the Dragon King?"

Seeing Xuan Du's worried expression, Chen Qing shook his head and casually said, "That old mudfish is hiding at the bottom of the water, figuring out how to escape. Besides, it's just a mere East Sea Dragon King. If I kill him, so be it—I haven't even tasted dragon meat yet."

Xuandu and Guangchengzi were speechless at these grandiose words. Perhaps only their senior brother could be so disregardful of the Dragon Clan.

The Dragon King of the East Sea, who was hiding underwater, met Chen Qing's gaze, felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly transformed into his dragon form, fleeing into the deep sea.

"Trying to run?" Chen Qing snorted coldly, reaching out to grab at the sea surface.

"Boom—"

The sea surface exploded, seawater splashed, and towering waves rose. A huge golden dragon was forcibly pulled from the sea by an invisible hand, and then suppressed in mid-air by Chen Qing's magic power, unable to move.

The sea gradually returned to calm. Chen Qing gazed at the unfathomable depths of the water, a sense of doubt rising in his heart.

Logically speaking, those old dragons should have jumped out long ago, so why haven't they made a move yet? Could it be that all those old fogies are dead? Chen Qing speculated maliciously.

In the small world of Dragon Tomb.

Zhulong and a group of quasi-saints of the dragon race stood respectfully in front of a huge dragon corpse in the center, seemingly waiting for something.

Suddenly, a person rushed in from outside, running towards them with a look of anxiety on their face.

"Hmph! What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and disrespectful!" Zhulong snorted coldly, looking at the newcomer with ill intent.

The dragon at the Great Luo Golden Immortal stage shuddered, but remembering what was happening outside, he forced himself to speak, "Ancestor, something terrible has happened! That Daoist Chen Qing has gone too far! He has captured all the dragons of the East Sea, saying he wants them to be the mounts of the disciples of the Three Religions. Even the Dragon King has been captured!"

"What?!"

"This is outrageous!"

The dragon ancestors were enraged, their auras erupting, causing the entire Dragon Tomb World to tremble violently.

"snort!"

A cold snort suddenly rang out, and an immense aura pressed down. Everyone present instantly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, falling silent in fear.

Zhulong swept his gaze around with hostility, then looked at the dragon who had brought the news: "I told you to investigate the situation first. If all else fails, take something from the treasury to send him away. Why did things turn into a fight?"

Zhulong's face was grim as he spoke. He wouldn't have left at this critical juncture if the matter in the Dragon Tomb hadn't been so important.

"Ancestor, it's the Black Dragon, the brother of the East Sea Dragon King, who killed the daughter of the human race's supreme ruler. Chen Qing and the others have come to confront the Black Dragon. The Black Dragon's arrogant attitude has angered Chen Qing and the others..."

Upon hearing this, the dragon clan elders' expressions shifted rapidly, but the anger in their eyes was palpable. If that black dragon were here now, they would probably want to slap it to death—but it had to cause such a huge problem at this crucial moment!

Humanity is now the protagonist of the world, and the supreme ruler of humanity holds an unparalleled position. How can we afford to offend them at will?

The Three Sovereigns were chosen by the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, and were subsequently accepted as disciples. The Black Dragon's actions were not only a slap in the face to the human race, but also to the three major religions. No wonder they came knocking on our door!

Zhulong pondered for a moment with a somber expression, then, sensing the aura emanating from the enormous dragon corpse behind him, a hint of excitement appeared on his lips.

Then, he looked at everyone and said coldly, "You all stay here to guard the Dragon Tomb, and there must be no mistakes. I will go to the East Sea myself."

Zhulong was well aware of Chen Qing's combat prowess; aside from himself, anyone else who went there would likely only be throwing their lives away. Therefore, although he was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to personally go at this critical juncture.

Before leaving, he looked back at the dragon corpse behind him one last time, his excitement almost bursting out of the sky.

It's almost here, very soon. Once my eldest brother is born, even a saint wouldn't dare to bully my dragon race!

With these thoughts in mind, Zhulong flew out of the small world and headed towards the East Sea.

If others knew what he was thinking, they would be shocked—Zhulong's elder brother was none other than the Ancestral Dragon, who led the dragon clan to dominate the prehistoric world!

On the shore of the East China Sea, Chen Qing waited for a long time but the old dragons did not show up, and he was getting a little impatient.

He led his two junior brothers, carrying the East Sea Dragon King, who had been forcibly transformed into human form and was covered in blood, towards the Crystal Palace in the deep sea.

He refused to believe that those old guys would remain calm once he emptied the Crystal Palace! At the same time, he also had a vague feeling that this matter was probably not so simple.

Looking at the magnificent and imposing Crystal Palace before him, Chen Qing nodded to himself. As expected of the Dragon Clan, the head of the three ancient races, even in decline, they were still far beyond the reach of ordinary forces.

However, at this moment, due to the sudden appearance of Chen Qing and others, coupled with the East Sea Dragon King being captured and covered in blood, the entire Crystal Palace was in chaos.

Countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals swarmed in from all directions, staring intently at Chen Qing and the others.

Chen Qing glanced at the East Sea Dragon King in his hand.

The Dragon King of the East Sea met that gaze and his heart trembled, fearing that Chen Qing might crush him to death in a fit of displeasure. He immediately roared, "What are you all doing? Back down! Back as far away as possible! Without my summons, no one is allowed to approach the Crystal Palace even a step!"

He knew in his heart that these men were no match for him; charging forward would only be a pointless suicide mission. Rather than increasing casualties, it was better to let them retreat further away.

Chen Qing unleashed his immense magical power, and with a slight probe, he located the Dragon Palace's treasure vault. The palace's layers of restrictions were rendered useless before him.

He led the two of them a few steps toward the treasure vault, then suddenly turned back and asked, "By the way, are you two interested in this Crystal Palace? I remember you two don't have your own dojos yet, right? If you're interested, you can keep it; you might need it someday."

Xuandu and Guangchengzi exchanged a glance, gaining a deeper understanding of their senior brother's ability to pluck feathers from passing geese. However, after looking at the magnificent Crystal Palace before them, they still shook their heads.

Although the Crystal Palace was built with all sorts of rare treasures and was extremely magnificent, it did not suit their taste.

The Dragon King of the East Sea secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But then he looked towards the treasure vault and smiled bitterly—it seemed that the treasure vault of the East Sea Dragon Palace was doomed this time.

He could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that the ancestors would arrive quickly and stop the "demon" in front of him.

In front of the treasure vault stood a gigantic gate made of an unknown material.

Looking at the colossal structure before him, the Dragon King of the East Sea sneered inwardly. Although the dragon race had declined, this treasure trove was built during the time of the Ancestral Dragon. The gate before him was of paramount importance; without opening it correctly, entering from any other direction would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The restrictions and formations on this gate would require a great deal of effort even for a quasi-saint. This time should be enough for our ancestor to arrive.

Chen Qing slammed his palm heavily onto the door.

"boom--"

With a loud crash, the treasure vault doors trembled violently, but did not shatter. The Dragon King of the East Sea breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Qing looked surprised. With his current strength, plus the blessing of the world's power, this palm strike, though not at full power, was still not something an ordinary quasi-saint could withstand. Yet, the gate before him remained completely unmoved?

He narrowed his eyes, the power of the world surged, and he threw a punch.

"boom--"

A fist, gleaming with a mysterious light, slammed heavily against the gate. A deafening roar was followed by a soft crack. Cracks spread outwards from the fist, quickly covering the entire gate. Finally, with a deafening crash, the gate collapsed.

Ignoring the dumbfounded Dragon King of the East Sea, Chen Qing led his two junior brothers toward the treasure vault with great anticipation.

Everywhere you look, there is a dazzling array of colorful treasures. All sorts of rare and precious items, spiritual medicines, and rare herbs fill the entire vast space.

However, Chen Qing looked around and his excitement quickly dissipated. There was nothing here that caught his eye. Apart from a few innate materials that could be used to refine spiritual treasures, most of the rest were acquired spiritual objects, or just flashy but impractical gadgets.

Deep within the treasure vault were several wooden shelves displaying numerous spiritual treasures, but most were only at the acquired level. There were only five or six innate spiritual treasures, all below the middle grade, which were utterly beneath his notice.

Of course, this was just because Chen Qing had high standards. He possessed countless magical treasures and several supreme treasures, so naturally he wouldn't care about ordinary treasures.

But if these things were placed in the primordial wilderness, even those old guys who haven't appeared in the world for a long time would probably try to snatch them.

Seeing the excitement in his two junior brothers' eyes, Chen Qing sighed inwardly. It seemed he would have to take them out more often to broaden their horizons.

"Let's distribute these treasures among the fellow disciples of the three sects later. Uncle Tongtian has many disciples, and these things are quite good for those disciples with shallow cultivation," Chen Qing said.

Guang Chengzi and Xuandu nodded in agreement without hesitation. Thanks to Chen Qing, the three sects were now on good terms, and the disciples were quite harmonious. With so many good things, they were naturally willing to share them with their fellow disciples.

With all his magical power sealed and unable to move, the Dragon King of the East Sea lay at the entrance of the treasure vault, watching helplessly as three robbers inside swept away all of his dragon clan's collection accumulated over many years.

He couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards those ancestors who were late in arriving.

"Master Chen Qing, isn't this a bit too much?"

An angry voice came from afar.

After looting the treasure vault, Chen Qing and the others looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man with a gloomy face walking from a distance in the deep sea. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of them.

"Zhulong, I thought you wouldn't dare to come." Chen Qing's lips curled up, revealing a smile. Although he had never met the powerful figures left behind by the three races, he had heard the Three Pure Ones mention them and could sense their aura in the primordial world, so it was normal for him to recognize Zhulong.

Zhulong looked at the disheveled Dragon King of the East Sea, then at the empty treasure vault behind Chen Qing, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.

"Hand over the treasure, and I'll spare your life!"

"What a joke." Chen Qing sneered. "Once something is in my hands, I never give it up. Consider these things your dragon clan has paid for offending us. If you're not satisfied, then let's have a fight!"

The purple lightning hammer appeared in his hand, surrounded by lightning that exuded an aura of destruction.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!" Zhulong roared angrily.

The atmosphere between the two instantly became tense. The entire seabed seemed to freeze, and countless sea creatures frantically fled into the distance.

"Junior brothers, you guys leave first. I'll play with this old mudfish for a bit," Chen Qing said.

Guang Chengzi and Xuan both knew that this level of battle was beyond their capabilities, so they nodded and transformed into streaks of light, flying away into the distance.

"Ancestor! This Taoist Chen Qing not only ransacked the treasure vault, but also captured the entire East Sea Dragon Clan, saying he wanted to use them as mounts for the disciples of the three religions!" The East Sea Dragon King scrambled to Zhulong's side.

"Hand over the dragons and return the treasure! Otherwise, my dragon clan will fight you to the death!" Zhulong roared.

"A fight to the death? You think you, the Dragon Clan, can win?" Chen Qing's tone was full of disdain.

"court death!"

With a roar, the Candle Dragon vanished in an instant. A sharp dragon claw tore through space, reaching for Chen Qing.

A disdainful smile appeared on his lips—in the past, he might have been a little wary, but now… humph!

Chen Qing scoffed, and with a sudden tremor of his purple lightning hammer, the surrounding space shattered with a "crack." The hammer roared out like an electric dragon, and wherever it passed, space crumbled inch by inch.

Zhulong sensed the terrifying power of the attack, his expression changed drastically, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart. He hurriedly twisted his body, trying to avoid this earth-shattering hammer blow.

However, Chen Qing made his move to teach him a lesson, so how could he easily dodge it?

"Pfft—"

A piercing scream erupted from the mouth of the Candle Dragon. The black hammer carved a large hole in the Candle Dragon's claws, and crimson dragon blood gushed out.

Chen Qing's expression remained unchanged as he stared at the purple lightning hammer that had pierced through the claws of the Candle Dragon, and then he exerted force in his hand.

"Bang!"

The entire dragon claw shattered under the vibration of the purple lightning hammer, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Enduring the excruciating pain, Zhulong retreated rapidly, creating distance between himself and Chen Qing, his eyes filled with astonishment and uncertainty. How could Chen Qing's cultivation have improved so quickly? Although Chen Qing could withstand a Saint, that was only by utilizing the power of a grand formation, and his dragon clan was not without formations as well, which was why he was not afraid of Chen Qing.

But how come Chen Qing has become so much stronger now?

"You...became a saint?" Zhulong's face was pale and his voice trembled.

In his view, he was already at the late stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm. Relying on the dragon race's innate fighting instincts and powerful physical body, he could even fight against a peak Quasi-Saint.

But now he is powerless against Chen Qing. Could it be that this person has become a saint?

Chen Qing said indifferently, "It seems your eyesight is poor, Zhulong. Can't you see my cultivation level as a Primordial Golden Immortal?"

These words were meant to be sarcastic, but when Chen Qing spoke them in such an indifferent tone, they sounded as if he were simply stating a fact, which made Zhulong secretly resentful.

However, after Chen Qing's reminder, Zhulong realized that he had indeed misjudged the situation—although the aura on the other party was powerful, the cultivation level of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal could still be discerned.

Moreover, if someone were to become a saint or break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, the extraordinary phenomena of the Heavenly Dao would inevitably alarm him.

"Chen Qing Daoist, today my Dragon Clan admits defeat!" Zhulong's expression changed for a moment before he finally spoke, feeling aggrieved.

Chen Qing hadn't expected Zhulong to back down so easily. He had thought that the guy would fight to the bitter end, so he could kill him legitimately and then plunder the rest of the dragon clan's treasure trove.

The Dragon King of the East Sea was completely dumbfounded. His usually aloof and powerful ancestor couldn't even withstand a single move from this person, and had even lost a claw!

Recalling his reckless actions, the Dragon King of the East Sea wished he could crawl into a tortoise shell and cower in fear as he looked at Chen Qing, afraid that he would come after him.

Looking at Zhulong's appearance, Chen Qing knew that this was only a temporary concession. If he let him go like this, there would inevitably be endless trouble in the future—although he himself was not afraid, he still had so many junior brothers and sisters traveling outside.

Thinking this, Chen Qing's expression darkened, and he brandished his purple lightning hammer: "Zhulong, stop being so wishy-washy. We're all smart people, why pretend?"

"Fine! You forced me to this!" Zhulong's face hardened, and he said coldly, "Over the years, although my dragon clan has declined, neither those great supernatural beings nor any other forces have ever dared to come to the sea to cause us trouble. Do you know why?"

Before Chen Qing could answer, Zhulong roared and rose into the sky, transforming into a giant dragon that blotted out the sun and hovered above the East Sea.

Immediately afterwards, mysterious patterns appeared on the seabed of the East China Sea. The Crystal Palace, which Chen Qing had previously seen as merely a magnificent decoration, began to tremble violently. A pillar of light shot into the sky from beneath the Crystal Palace, instantly piercing the sea surface and towering between heaven and earth.

At the same time, beams of light shot into the sky from the other three directions.

Countless powerful beings from the Primordial World who had been paying attention to Chen Qing's actions in the East Sea all changed their expressions drastically, completely bewildered by what had happened.

Only the old guys who survived from the ancient three races recognized the formation and exclaimed in surprise.

"The Great Formation of the Four Seas—Activate!"

Above the East Sea, the giant dragon transformed from Zhulong circled high in the sky and roared. Four pillars of light shone brightly, and a layer of light rapidly spread, instantly enveloping the entire world.

Chen Qing stared solemnly at the great formation before him. Where was the East Sea now? Only an endless expanse of water enveloped him, every drop imbued with the aura of the laws. Immense pressure pressed in from all directions, as if to crush him.

"They do have some skill, actually refining the essence of the four seas and using it as a foundation to mobilize the power of the four seas." Chen Qing raised an eyebrow, not expecting the Dragon Clan to have such a trump card; it seemed he had truly underestimated them. "However, this alone is not enough!"

He shuddered, and the surrounding seawater surged violently. The Qiankun Cauldron rose from above his head, and strands of divine light descended, enveloping his entire body. The immense pressure vanished without a trace.

The seawater churned violently, as if countless enormous creatures were stirring it up. Dragon roars resounded, and countless phantoms of dragons appeared in all directions.

"boom--"

A giant dragon crashed into the defensive light barrier of the Qiankun Cauldron, producing a violent sound. Then, the dragon's body exploded and dissipated into seawater.

This seemed to be a signal; the other dragons, as if they had seen a delicious feast, rushed towards Chen Qing in a frenzy, launching a suicidal attack.

These dragons are not real living beings, but rather formed by the power of the four seas' origin summoned by the formation. They die and are reborn endlessly.

Under the repeated impacts, even the defenses of the Qiankun Cauldron began to show slight ripples.

Chen Qing's expression turned cold. If anyone else entered this formation, even those at the late Quasi-Saint stage or even the Great Perfection stage would find it difficult to move in the mountain-like seawater, eventually exhausting their mana with the relentless attacks. But to trap Chen Qing was far from enough!

"drink!"

A loud shout came from Chen Qing's mouth, and the purple lightning hammer in his hand transformed into a giant pillar that slammed down fiercely forward.

With Chen Qing's current strength, coupled with the power of the world, a single hammer blow was as if a world was crushing down, and space shattered inch by inch wherever it passed.

Both the seawater and the dragon phantom were completely obliterated by this attack.

Above the East China Sea, the Candle Dragon, who was activating the power of the formation, suddenly seemed to see something incredible, and its eyes widened in shock.

Immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the entire dragon's body was as if it had been struck by a heavy blow, its scales shattered, and dragon blood splattered everywhere.

The pillar of light that rose from the four seas shattered at that moment, turning into specks of light that dissipated between heaven and earth.