Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

They've really gotten their hands on me!

Haotian sighed inwardly and said softly, "Senior is too kind. You are a dignified Hunyuan Golden Immortal, while I am merely an early-stage Daluo. How could I possibly protect the Dragon Clan?"

Ultimately, it's all because of Hongjun's influence behind him.

But why should he sacrifice his relationship with the master for the sake of the dragon clan?

He hasn't officially become an apprentice yet, and besides, the dragon race still has karma; whoever gets involved with it will be unlucky.

"I'm not joking. I'm betting on your future." Zhulong smiled slightly. "I wouldn't dare to scheme against you, not to mention that Fellow Daoist Hongjun is still here."

"My future?" Haotian paused for a moment. "Does Senior have such faith in me?"

"You've managed to attract my elder brother's attention and even get him to promise to take you as his disciple. Although a genius who dies young isn't a true genius, with Fellow Daoist Hongjun by your side, you have absolutely no chance of falling. You'll definitely grow stronger," Zhulong said confidently.

Haotian's eyes widened. Good heavens, you're even more confident in yourself than I am.

"Since you are able to grow up, why choose the Dragon Clan?" Haotian smiled. "The Dragon Clan still carries karma, and I have little merit to spare, so I cannot get involved in such matters."

"Benefits." Zhulong smiled confidently. "Relying on feelings won't last. I can bring you benefits."

Haotian narrowed his eyes. Good heavens, this guy really has a lot of confidence in him. Did he guess that the master is going to prove his Dao?

As the attendant of the master, and the attendant of the future sage, his words might be more effective than those of a primordial golden immortal.

The Yin-Yang Pearl was twirling in his hand, and the Qiankun Seal was floating in front of him. Haotian looked at Zhulong with a smile. "Two top-grade innate spiritual treasures. What can your dragon clan offer to impress this humble Daoist?"

Zhulong's pupils shrank suddenly. The last time this guy came to the Dragon Clan, he only had one high-grade innate spiritual treasure. Now he actually has two more top-grade innate spiritual treasures. Even his Dragon Clan doesn't have many spiritual treasures of this grade.

"Fifty percent? I can decide for you to take half of my Dragon Clan's treasure trove and give you your choice," Zhulong said through gritted teeth.

The expression of the Great Luo Golden Immortal Dragon Clan member beside him changed slightly, but he still did not object. His Uncle Zhulong was now the pillar of the Dragon Clan, and he believed that his uncle would not harm the Dragon Clan.

"Not enough," Haotian said calmly. After he becomes an apprentice, his master will definitely not be reluctant to part with a few top-grade innate spiritual treasures. Moreover, how many innate spiritual treasures could the Dragon Clan's treasure trove possibly contain? It's likely that most of them are acquired spiritual treasures and various divine materials.

A flash of white light appeared, and ten thousand white lotuses fell. The Western Plain Cloud Banner stood above Haotian's head. Zhulong closed his eyes and saw that it was yet another top-grade innate spiritual treasure. This guy really has no shortage of spiritual treasures!

"I can also tell you a secret, the value of which absolutely surpasses that of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure." Zhulong's voice was hoarse and somewhat dejected.

"Oh?" Haotian perked up. What could be more valuable than a top-grade innate spiritual treasure? If it were an innate supreme treasure, that would be impossible. If the Dragon Clan possessed such a thing, the Ancestral Dragon would have already suppressed the Primordial Phoenix and the First Qilin. There would have been no need to cause such devastation to the prehistoric world.

"You must promise to protect my dragon clan before I will tell you." Zhulong looked confident; he didn't believe Haotian would be unmoved.

"Yes, but not as protection. Rather, the dragons must submit to me!" Haotian pointed his Dragon-Slaying Spear directly at Zhulong, while the plain-colored cloud banner above his head emitted divine light, protecting him.

Zhulong's face turned ashen: "Young friend, your appetite is far too great."

"Insolence! My dragon race only respects my father, the Emperor. Who do you think you are, daring to make my dragon race submit?" The Great Luo Golden Immortal dragon roared angrily.

Haotian's lips curled into a sneer, and he said coldly, "Rude!"

I said: Let all rivers be dredged together!

As soon as he finished speaking, the Law of Water spread out, and a golden light flashed on Haotian's body. The seawater in the Crystal Palace began to surge, as if it had its own will. They obeyed the command and transformed into chains that shot out directly. The white dragon's body stiffened. He could no longer control the seawater.

As a dragon, he was unable to manipulate the water element, and the water law within him seemed to have encountered some kind of natural enemy, showing no reaction whatsoever, as if he had never comprehended any law.

Zhulong's expression changed drastically. He also felt the repulsion of the seawater, but his cultivation was too high, so the repulsive force had no effect on him. Meanwhile, the white dragon had been pierced by several chains and lay on the ground, unable to get up.

"What... what kind of divine power is this?" Zhulong murmured. Even the Law of Water could not do this. After all, even the Ancestral Dragon could not make the laws obey his commands.

Haotian's face turned pale for a moment. He quickly swallowed three golden pills and smiled slightly as he felt the abundant magical power in his body. This supernatural power was indeed powerful, but it consumed too much energy, depleting thirty percent of his magical power in one go.

"Naturally, it is the great divine power of golden words created by this junior. Are you satisfied, senior?" Haotian smiled, a golden light flashed within his body, and an aura of majesty pressed down on Zhulong.

"What kind of law is this?" Zhulong asked in horror. The law of time within his body was trembling. If his cultivation level were not so much higher than Haotian's, he felt that the law of time would have submitted.

"The Law of the Emperor." Haotian's voice was very soft, but to Zhulong it was no different from the self-destruction of the Zhuxian Sword Formation. As soon as he heard this, he instantly understood that there was no such law among the three thousand laws of the Heavenly Dao.

"You created this yourself," Zhulong muttered to himself. "The laws submit; do you intend to unify the primordial world?"

"This is my matter, so there's no need for you to worry about it, senior," Haotian chuckled. "What do you think of my suggestion just now, senior?"

Zhulong opened his mouth. Haotian did indeed have a bright future, but it was too difficult for the dragon clan to submit. If he agreed, wouldn't he be letting down his elder brother?

Haotian saw his dilemma and, after a moment's thought, said, "Within five Yuanhui (a unit of time), I will help the Dragon Clan cleanse their karma!"

"Is this really true?" Zhulong immediately became excited, coughing repeatedly. Haotian's eyelids twitched. "Don't get so excited that you'll fall over."

"Of course, if you don't believe me, senior, I can make a heavenly oath," Haotianzi said.

"Very well, if you can truly do it, what harm is there in my Dragon Clan submitting to you?" Zhulong made the decision directly. Cleansing their karma meant that the Dragon Clan could continue cultivating and would be able to roam the prehistoric world again in the future. Otherwise, if things continued like this, the Dragon Clan would only be trapped in the four seas and decline day by day.

"Since that's the case, the Dragon Clan must obey my orders. Remember, they must obey only my orders, including yours, the Primordial Golden Immortal."

Zhulong gritted his teeth: "Alright, as long as you don't harm the dragon race, I agree."

Haotian chuckled and glanced at the white dragon: "He's not suited to be the Dragon King. Replace him."

"Okay!" Zhulong agreed without hesitation. Bailong's face was ashen, and he could only silently heal his wounds.

"Heaven above, I am Haotian. If the Dragon Clan submits to me, I will help them cleanse their karma within five Yuanhui. If not, I am willing to unconditionally protect the Dragon Clan once."

After Haotian finished speaking, he gestured with his eyes, and Zhulong let out a dragon roar that resounded throughout the Crystal Palace: "By the Heavenly Dao above, I am Zhulong of the Dragon Clan, leading the Dragon Clan to submit to Haotian and obey only his orders."

The two exchanged a glance, and Zhulong, with his back hunched, walked towards the back hall: "Come on, I must keep my promise."