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

Vast and boundless, this was Haotian's first impression upon leaving Yujing Mountain.

At this moment, he truly felt his own insignificance. Although the spiritual energy in the world was not as rich as that of Jade Capital Mountain, it had a more profound aura, but it lacked the lightness of the mountain.

"Is this the primordial world?" Haotian murmured to himself, his heart pounding. Yujing Mountain was a haven for him, but stepping into the primordial world made him realize that he had truly become a person of the primordial world.

He is Haotian!

Hongjun seemed not to hear, and the purple clouds drifted slowly in the void. His divine eyes kept scanning down until the three of them landed on a mountaintop. Hongjun's expression gradually turned ugly.

Haotian seemed lost in thought, while Yaochi breathed a sigh of relief. Protected by Hongjun's magic power in the clouds, Yaochi felt nothing. Only when she landed on the immortal mountain did she feel grounded.

"Haotian, come here quickly! There's a spiritual root here!" Yaochi's cheerful voice startled Haotian, causing him to pause in surprise. He quickly flew to Yaochi's side and couldn't help but gasp – it was a mid-grade innate spiritual root, the Cloud Fruit Tree.

As expected of Hongjun, he could tell that this immortal mountain was not some kind of blessed land, but rather something that could be found anywhere in the prehistoric world. Yet, even after descending like this, he still managed to encounter a mid-grade spiritual root.

Sure enough, his master's position as the richest man in the prehistoric world was unshakeable. It is said that phoenixes do not land in places without treasures, and Hongjun can encounter treasures just by walking around.

"You two can keep them." Hongjun gave the two a look; a mere mid-grade spiritual root was nothing to him.

"Thank you, Master." Yaochi smiled sweetly and handed the spiritual root to Haotian. "Make me some desserts when we get back."

OK!

Their patriarch possessed many spiritual treasures and roots, but he didn't care about them at all.

"The great calamity has begun." Hongjun muttered to himself, which made Haotian's heart sink. Could it be that the great war between the Dao and the Demons is about to begin?

"Master, what great calamity is it?" Yaochi asked curiously while eating a cloud spirit fruit.

Haotian held Yaochi's hand and shook his head, signaling her to stop asking. He then looked up at Hongjun: "Will the great calamity affect you, Master?"

Hongjun gave a wry smile: "My battlefield is not here."

Haotian took a deep breath and stretched his hand out of the mountain. They landed on this immortal mountain, and with the divine light protecting Hongjun, they naturally could not feel the changes in the primordial world.

As he circulated his magical power, Haotian's pupils constricted. Sensing the spiritual energy he absorbed, his expression gradually darkened. The barely perceptible gray aura made even his primordial spirit feel somewhat uncomfortable. He had a premonition that he absolutely could not allow his primordial spirit to be tainted even slightly.

A look of surprise flashed in Hongjun's eyes. He hadn't expected that this child could bring him surprises time and time again, and that he could even identify the tribulation energy mixed in with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

A beam of divine light swept across, wiping away the wisp of calamity energy. Hongjun slowly spoke: "This is calamity energy. As the world operates and the number of living beings increases, when it no longer brings benefits to the world, coupled with the killing and fighting among living beings, calamity energy will appear in the world to cleanse some of the living beings."

"In the primordial world, the three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin are constantly at war. They either subdue or exterminate other races, which has already caused a reaction from heaven and earth. If this continues, a great war will break out."

"That wisp of tribulation energy was everywhere in the primordial world. Apart from blessed lands and grotto heavens, anything that absorbed the spiritual energy of the primordial world would be tainted. Once it entered the primordial spirit, it would continuously absorb the surrounding tribulation energy. When it accumulated enough, it would cloud the primordial spirit, leaving only the most primal impulses."

"At that time, they were caught in a great calamity, from which they could no longer escape!"

Haotian's body trembled. So this was the truth of the Great Tribulation. Although countless eons had passed since the beginning of the Great Wilderness, the number of living beings in the Great Wilderness was constantly increasing. In particular, the individual strength of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin races was powerful, and they were all fierce and ruthless. That was why they were the protagonists of the Great Tribulation.

"Haotian, are you alright!" A startled cry woke Haotian from his reverie. He looked at Yaochi, who was holding his hand with a concerned expression, and smiled slightly. "I'm fine. With Master's protection, what could possibly happen?"

"This great calamity is truly terrifying. Our Jade Capital Mountain is much better, free from disasters and calamities," Yaochi said unhappily.

Hongjun shook his head. Yaochi was the true child, unlike Haotian, who was practically a primordial god and demon. However, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

"Let's go, accompany me to find some old friends!" Hongjun waved his sleeve lightly, and Haotian Yaochi was already standing on the purple clouds.

……

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun has arrived. I am deeply sorry for not welcoming you sooner." A voice resonated through his soul, causing Haotian to frown slightly. It was only because of Hongjun's divine light that Haotian was protected; otherwise, this voice alone would have reduced him to ashes in an instant.

"I haven't been to the East Sea for a long time, and the number of dragons has increased quite a bit." Hongjun glanced at the water, his expression somewhat solemn.

"Thank you for your praise, fellow Daoist!" The mighty voice rang out again, and the water began to surge. A boundless abyss split open at the bottom of the sea, and a vast dragon body, hundreds of millions of miles long, burst out of the water.

The dragon scales are like divine iron, gleaming with a divine light that blends black gold and azure blue. The dragon whiskers hang down like an inverted galaxy, and the dragon horns are as majestic as pillars supporting the sky. With each opening and closing of its eyes, the tides rise in all the seas and all the waters obey its command.

The dragon's body twitched slightly, the laws roared, and the four seas fell silent.

The next instant, divine light surged, and the dragon's body vanished.

A figure dressed in a black and gold dragon-patterned imperial robe stood on the waves, his black hair cascading down like a waterfall, his face cold and majestic, exuding the aura of a ruler of heaven and earth.

His eyes were like the deep, cold abyss of the sea, concealing the mighty power of a dragon. With every gesture, he stirred the dragon veins of the four seas to resonate. The Great Dao of Water surrounded him. He was none other than the Ancestral Dragon, revered by all the four seas and the head of all dragons.

Haotian and Yaochi were speechless as they watched this scene. Although they had long imagined the power of the Ancestral Dragon, they were still shocked to see it with their own eyes. The East Sea was boundless, yet it seemed unable to contain the body of the Ancestral Dragon.

After transforming into an innate Dao body, his domineering aura drew attention. Hongjun was filled with the meaning of the Dao, and he himself was like the law of the Great Dao, while Zulong was the epitome of domineering, as if all living beings should submit to him.

Haotian raised his eyes, thinking that one day he too would reach such a level!

Sensing the will rising from him, Hongjun smiled slightly, his aura concealing it: "Many years have passed, Fellow Daoist Zulong's cultivation has improved again."

"How can I compare to Fellow Daoist Hongjun?" Ancestral Dragon's eyes flashed with golden light, yet he could not see through Hongjun's realm. "It seems that Fellow Daoist has taken the lead over us."

"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me." Hongjun stroked his beard and returned the words verbatim, but his heart sank. Merely gathering the aquatic creatures was enough to support the Ancestral Dragon's rapid breakthrough to the late stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm. It seemed…

"Fellow Daoist, come and sit in my Crystal Palace!" The Ancestral Dragon raised his hand, and the water surface automatically parted, revealing the Crystal Palace below.

Sensing that Haotian's aura had returned to normal, Hongjun smiled slightly: "Very well."