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

"Dong Wang Gong, retreat!" The entire body of Zhulong was connected to the East Sea, as if it had transformed into the Lord of the East Sea. With the slightest movement of its body, it could stir up the East Sea and cause it to tremble endlessly.

"Old man, do you think things are still the same as before?" Dongwanggong sneered, his voice cold. "The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, vanquish evil!"

Behind him, a million Immortal Court cultivators simultaneously formed hand seals, unleashing pure Yang sword energy like a galaxy pouring down, and purple-gold blades cleaving through the sky. Wherever they passed, seawater evaporated and space cracked like a spider web, and the pure Yang immortal light disintegrated the water power of the Dragon Clan's Ten Thousand Dragons Formation layer by layer.

Zhulong, instead of being alarmed, was enraged: "The Ancestral Dragon's Dharma Body, suppress the world!"

Ten thousand dragons converged, the sea surged, and condensed into a roaring ancestral dragon phantom tens of millions of feet long. It opened its mouth and spat out endless black water, which transformed into hundreds of millions of black dragons, colliding with the pure yang sword energy.

"BOOM!!"

The earth and sky shook violently, purple-gold light intertwined with black mist, and shockwaves swept across millions of miles of sea, causing the seabed to crack and islands to sink.

The immortal light on the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation dimmed by three-tenths, and the illusory image of the Ancestral Dragon trembled violently, showing signs of gradually shattering.

A look of resentment flashed in Zhulong's eyes. After all, the Dragon Clan's strength was now only one-tenth of what it used to be. If it were in ancient times, this one strike alone would have been enough to kill a Primordial Golden Immortal.

"Is that all you've got? Then prepare to die!" A golden light flashed in the hand of the Eastern King Duke, and golden light gradually gathered on the dragon-headed golden cane, exuding an aura of destruction. The power of ten thousand immortals gathered on his body and slammed down hard.

A crimson glint flashed in Zhulong's two dragon eyes. He also knew what the Eastern King Duke was holding. It was a top-grade innate spiritual treasure bestowed upon him by the Dao Ancestor to govern male immortals. It contained the ultimate destructive power. Moreover, he was also reinforced by a great formation.

Fortunately, that person has arrived. He can't just stand by and watch himself perish here. He has sensed that there is movement under the sea to relieve the pressure on their dragon race. In that case, let's show the strength of their dragon race!

"Roar~"

Zhulong's pupils dimmed instantly, his eyes closing in turn. The entire East Sea alternated between day and night. A cluster of divine fire floated out from the divine lamp under his chin. It looked like it had no heat at all, but the sea surface was instantly scorched into a large pit that no amount of seawater could fill.

The void began to shatter piece by piece, without forming additional spatial fragments. Instead, it decayed under this force, and then, like weathering, the space turned to ashes.

Zhulong's body suddenly weakened. He suddenly exhaled a breath of dragon breath, which contained the light of time that he had condensed for a eon, and with the blessing of the Zhulong Lamp, this was the greatest attack he could unleash.

"The strength of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint!"

"As expected of the three founding clans, they are extraordinary."

In the void, the cultivators looked surprised, clearly not expecting the dragon race to possess such strength.

"Click—"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a piercing sound that echoed in the ears of the Celestial Court and the Dragon Clan. Even the Quasi-Saint Great Divine Powers watching the spectacle in the void narrowed their eyes. A blinding white light rose from the entire East Sea, obscuring everything.

"Sizzle—"

The piercing sound rang out again, the white light slowly dissipated, and the light of time floated, eventually losing its strength and disappearing when it was tens of thousands of miles away from Dongwanggong. Dongwanggong's expression was solemn, and his face was also a little pale.

Looking at the dragons floating above the East Sea, he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "I, the Emperor, have won!"

The gods followed his gaze and saw Zhulong floating on the sea, his breath faint, the seawater beneath him stained blood red.

"Zheng—"

The sound of sharp weapons rang out silently, and a white-robed Taoist priest rushed out from the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, wielding a jade sword and plunging it into the head of the Candle Dragon.

"Ancestor!"

"Be careful, Ancestor!"

"That scoundrel actually launched a sneak attack!"

Many dragons were furious at the sight, realizing that a quasi-saint with great supernatural powers had launched a sneak attack. Even in a direct confrontation, Zhulong might not be able to defeat this person.

In the void, many powerful beings also wore expressions of surprise.

"Fellow Daoist Taihua!"

"When did he break through?"

The Eastern King Duke revealed a sinister smile. The Taihua Daoist was naturally a member of his Celestial Court. He had endured for 30,000 years, waiting for the Celestial Court to produce another Quasi-Saint Great Divine Power to avenge the hatred from tens of thousands of years ago.

When he established the Celestial Court, he only had the strength of a Quasi-Saint. He was no match for the Candle Dragon in the sea and could only retreat in disgrace. Now that he can kill the dragon, the leader of the Dragon Clan, the four seas will belong to his Celestial Court.

The dragons are tainted by karma, so he doesn't need so many dragons. As long as he destroys the divine dragons at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, everything in the Dragon Palace treasure trove will belong to him, the Eastern King Duke!

"Whoosh—"

A golden light suddenly appeared, and the bright mirror light refracted from the seabed, shining on the Taihua Taoist. His murderous face was frozen in the void, and the jade sword in his hand could not fall.

"Who!" Dong Wanggong glared furiously at the beam of light, and slammed down his dragon-headed golden cane. Who was this scoundrel who had ruined his plans?

"clang--"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and a jet-black longsword flew out of the seawater, directly striking the dragon's head with the golden crutch. The sharp sword energy shot out, annihilating the pure yang energy.

"Jingle bells—"

The sea surface continued to explode, the power emanating from the two top-grade innate spiritual treasures causing towering waves to rise. In an instant, the two spiritual treasures collided with each other a few more times before returning to their original positions.

The gods in the void suddenly opened their eyes wide. Where did this cultivator come from?

They saw the Eastern King's face darken, and a figure emerged from the seabed. The cultivator in the white robe held a black sword in one hand and a golden mirror in the other. His eyes shone with imperial aura, and the pressure emanating from his body made the sea surface seem to sink.

"Mid-stage Quasi-Saint!"

Who is this person?

Divine thoughts surged in the void, and several powerful cultivators showed shock. Only 30,000 years had passed since the end of the Second Zixiao Lecture, how could someone have broken through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, and a cultivator they had never seen before?

The Eastern King looked at the person in front of him with a solemn expression. He had the fortune of the Celestial Court and with the help of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, he could barely exert the offensive power of a late-stage Quasi-Saint by exerting all his strength. However, he could not recklessly use the power of fortune. At present, he was only equivalent to a mid-stage Quasi-Saint.

The person in front of him was someone he had never seen before, who was already at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint realm. Apart from the Three Pure Ones, there was actually such a person in the prehistoric world?

"This humble Taoist, the Jade Emperor, greets all fellow Daoists." The young Taoist looked towards the void, where the voices of various cultivators greeted him. Seeing that they did not appear, the Jade Emperor nodded, indicating that none of them intended to get involved in the battle.

"Jade Emperor?" The Eastern King Duke frowned. "Why have I never seen you before?"

The Jade Emperor sighed, "Whether you have met me before or not, I have come here today to protect the Dragon Clan. Dong Wang Gong, you have been appointed by the Dao Ancestor as the head of the male immortals. If you retreat now, you may save your life."

"What did you say!" Dongwanggong roared, his eyes blazing with fury. "I am the head of all male immortals. Anyone who dares to lay a hand on me should leave at once. Everything in the Dragon Clan belongs to me."

The Jade Emperor Daoist shook his head. It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words. If I can give you a word of advice, it will be a sign of respect for my master. With a flick of his sleeve, the light movement was as if Mount Buzhou was pressing down on him. The Taihua Daoist beside him was directly slapped back into the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation by the sleeve.

With a gentle press of his palm, all the dragons floating on the sea sank to the bottom, and a jade bottle from his sleeve flowed into the mouth of the Candle Dragon along with the water.

Dong Wanggong's pupils shrank suddenly. Such powerful strength! In a one-on-one fight, he would be no match for him. Unfortunately, he has the Celestial Court behind him.

The dragon head and golden cane shone with golden light once more, and the terrifying pressure caused cracks to appear in the surrounding space. However, the Jade Emperor Daoist suddenly looked up and saw that the Sun Star was growing larger and larger.

"The Eastern King Duke has acted recklessly and destroyed the Dragon Clan. I, the Demon Emperor, have come today to seek justice for him!"