Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I pioneered a divine kingdom of faith.

Chapter 53 East Sea Dragon Clan

Taiyi's eyes were solemn; the physical bodies of these ancestral witches had become stronger once again.

This is unimaginable. Originally, the physical bodies of the Ancestral Witches could withstand innate spiritual treasures, but now they are even stronger, aren't they?

Taiyi dared not think about it any further.

He urged the Chaos Bell to suppress Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, wanting to test just how strong his physical body was now. He concentrated his martial will, and endless fiery energy fused and intertwined within him.

clang!!!!

Zhu Rong's fist collided with the Chaos Bell.

The next moment, Zhu Rong was sent flying backward, his body cracked to varying degrees, but he had a smile on his face.

This level of cracking had absolutely no effect on Zhu Rong; it was gone in the blink of an eye.

This test also made Zhu Rong realize just how terrifying the strength of her physical body was, considering that the Chaos Bell was a supreme innate treasure.

Needless to say, the attack power is immense. Zhu Rong was prepared to be blasted into a bloody mist and then reformed, but the fact that it's cracked now speaks volumes.

The physical bodies of the Ancestral Witches had reached a terrifying level of being able to withstand innate treasures.

Not only was Taiyi shocked, but the great gods who were secretly watching this great battle in the primordial world were also extremely shocked.

Have the Ancestral Witches become this powerful?

While finding it unbelievable, I also want to know why the physical bodies of the Ancestral Witches were so powerful.

"Amitabha, senior brother." Zhunti looked at Jieyin with a flicker in his eyes.

Jieyin looked at Zhunti with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"The system that the Wu Clan is currently practicing is the system that the future human race powerhouse summoned by Nuwa practiced," Zhunti said slowly.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Jieyin's eyes.

"Senior brother, do you still remember the matter of the Primordial Heavenly Punishment?"

Zhunti spoke slowly.

"You're saying the person who created the new cultivation system was human?"

He then led the question to the person in charge.

"It's uncertain, but it's also closely related to the human race. Intermarriage between the witch race and the human race is no longer a strange thing, especially considering the witch race's current cultivation system."

A glint of light flashed in Zhunti's eyes.

"Amitabha, perhaps we have already turned our attention to this newly born race in the primordial world."

Zhunti murmured.

Upon hearing Zhunti's words, Jieyin's bitterness deepened. It's worth noting that Jieyin is always depicted with a bitter expression in the prehistoric world.

"Humans live in the eastern part of the prehistoric world, where...?"

Before Jieyin could finish speaking, Zhunti already understood.

That is the place where the Three Pure Ones reside. They are in the western part of the prehistoric world. If you go to the east, you are overstepping your bounds. Perhaps it wouldn't be a problem if you hadn't become a saint before.

But now that they have become saints, the Three Pure Ones will naturally not allow the two Western saints to run amok in their territory.

"Brother, don't worry. Our Buddhism is destined to flourish. There is plenty of time."

He said slowly.

"Good." The guide nodded.

The flourishing of Buddhism is ordained by Heaven. The great kalpa of Journey to the West is, in essence, the time when Buddhism will flourish. For a sage, several kalpas are still a long time to wait.

And now that they know, they can naturally plan ahead.

The flourishing of Buddhism was inevitable; it was a result, something that could not be changed.

Causes can be changed, but effects cannot.

The Three Pure Ones knew this, but what could they do? They couldn't stop it; they could only try to take away some of the merit and fortune.

The Journey to the West: The Great Tribulation was like this; the monsters in it were either the mounts and attendants of immortals and gods, or wild ones, and the wild ones were all dead.

Those with connections were all taken away; frankly, these people were there to share in the merit and fortune. The two Western Saints were well aware that this was inevitable.

You can eat meat while others drink soup, right? So, the Journey to the West's Great Tribulation is superficially a great tribulation, but in reality, it is a time when Buddhism flourishes and various forces divide up merit and fortune.

After leaving the human tribe, Di Fang took advantage of the time to head to the boundless primordial sea.

Then it dived directly into the deep sea.

The Emperor's intention in coming here was naturally to visit the Dragon Clan and bind them to the human race's war chariot.

Of course, it's not just the Dragon Clan; there are two other clans: the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan.

The Emperor quickly located the Dragon Palace near the East Sea.

The primordial world has not yet been divided into heaven and earth, and the three realms of heaven, earth, and man have not yet been separated, so there is naturally no so-called Four Dragon Kings.

This place is called the East Sea Dragon Palace simply because it is located in the eastern part of the prehistoric sea.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Dragon Palace!" A shrimp soldier blocked the Emperor's path.

"I am Emperor Fang of the Human Race. I have come to the East Sea to discuss matters with the Dragon Clan. Please inform them of this."

"I'll say this in a deep voice," Di Fang said.

"Wait here, I'll go inform them," the shrimp soldier said to the emperor.

They then entered the Dragon Palace.

Di Fang didn't care. The human race was still very weak and couldn't even be ranked among the myriad races of the prehistoric world.

Soon the shrimp soldier returned and spoke to the Emperor.

"Come with me."

"Thank you." Di Fang nodded and followed the shrimp soldiers into the Dragon Palace.

Each of the patrolling beings was at least at the True Immortal realm. It can only be said that although the dragon race, which was left over from that era, had declined, it was still bigger than a starved camel.

Moreover, this is not just the apparent existence of the dragon race. In reality, there were quite a few ancient dragons who survived from that era, even many.

"Are you the human race created by the sage Nuwa?" a dragon-headed, human-bodied being asked Di Fang.

"Indeed, I am Di Fang, one of the ancestors of the human race." Di Fang looked at the Dragon King Golden Immortal who was sitting here, and his bloodline was not pure.

They are not true pure-blooded dragons.

"What brings you to my dragon clan?" the Dragon King asked Di Fang.

Although the dragon race has toned down its behavior considerably, its inherent arrogance remains. Even a hybrid dragon with the bloodline of a Golden Immortal dared to speak to them like that, considering that Emperor Fangke was a peak Great Luo Immortal.

If he didn't have the confidence, this dragon king wouldn't dare to say such a thing.

It's a very simple principle: everyone in the prehistoric world knows that the dragon race is rich in the four seas and has countless treasures. The entire prehistoric world and its boundless seas are the territory of the dragon race.

Everyone knows that the Dragon Clan is wealthy. If the Dragon Clan were to truly decline and lose all its resources, it wouldn't even be Di Jun and Tai Yi's turn to act; the Sages would simply step in and annihilate the Dragon Clan.

But no, which shows that the dragons in the primordial world were not as timid as they appeared on the surface.

"I want to see the First Emperor," Di Fang said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing Di Fang's words, the Dragon King, who had been calm and collected, almost spat out his tea. "Brother, are you kidding me? You want to see the Ancestral Dragon?"

Upon hearing Di Fang's words, the Dragon King pondered for a moment.

"I cannot make this decision." The Dragon King looked at Di Fang, whose aura was not to be trifled with, and the Dragon King was well aware of his own limitations.

He's just a mixed-blood dragon, a figure pushed to the forefront by the dragon race. The real dragons are not that simple.

(End of this chapter)