The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 858 Extra Chapter - The Dragon Ancestor's Struggle (or Suffering) History!

"One day!"

"I will make sure this sky can no longer block my view!"

"I want this land; it can no longer bury my heart!"

"I want all living beings to understand my will!"

"I want all those gods, demons, and Buddhas in the sky to vanish into thin air!"

Amidst the ancient mountains and rivers, the most ancient and poignant dragon roars echo.

Amidst the dragon's roar, there was a sense of sorrow and melancholy, indescribable and inexplicable.

Stepping through the rain of blood, an ancient, sacred figure strides forward, his brows furrowed with profound emotion.

"The First Emperor was so fiercely unyielding!"

He was sighing, lamenting the passing of an unparalleled and powerful being.

"If he weren't so fierce, he wouldn't be the First Emperor who fought bloody battles through one era after another."

Another emperor strode in, saying, "Alas, it is fate!"

"Cang, he broke through Buzhou and never looked back... His courage is commendable and awe-inspiring, but he is only walking on a dead end."

"How many times has this happened?"

The emperor inquired.

"This is the fifth time."

The powerful being from before said with a look of reluctance, "In the midst of the bloody battle, the Ancestral Dragon was ultimately defeated."

"Defeat at Hangu Pass!"

"Hangu Pass," the Emperor murmured, gazing into the distance where the sky was ablaze with blood. He sighed deeply, "Oh, the Celestial Venerable of Morality..."

"Unexpectedly, the newcomers have now surpassed them."

"Yes." The great supernatural being nodded silently, "The Celestial Venerable of Morality, the Daoist sect... has truly become a force to be reckoned with."

"After this battle, who in the world would dare to look down on him?"

"This Celestial Venerable acts without acting, yet nothing is left undone. All the various schools of thought in the world converge within him. Even the Buddha on Mount Sumeru remains silent. The Buddha is the Way!"

"Moral Celestial Venerable, wielding immense power, engaged in a battle against the Ancestral Dragon, ultimately rendering the Dragon Ancestor powerless to attend to other matters... Without the suppression of the most powerful force, defeat was inevitable."

"indeed."

The emperor nodded, then shook his head. "In the end, the Moral Celestial Venerable is just a representative who has been pushed out."

"The intricacies behind this cannot be fully explained in just a few words."

"The lineage of Shun stirred up a storm."

"The Taiyi lineage is fearless in the face of life and death."

"The remaining factions, taking advantage of the chaos, broke through the formidable passes all the way."

"If anyone is to blame, it's the First Emperor who miscalculated... The successor of Taiyi's lineage, who seemed quite useless before, showed great courage and withstood the pressure at the critical moment of life and death."

"The First Emperor was complacent and underestimated others, which ultimately led to the greatest counterattack... His own doorstep was breached, his defenses collapsed, and he was on the verge of national ruin and death."

"This isn't the first or second time."

The emperor wore a playful smile. "Why don't you ever learn your lesson?"

"Now, it's up to everyone to see how much blood and flesh they bleed out of him."

"Let's go... let's go back to watch the play."

The emperor spoke softly and quietly departed.

The powerful being gazed at the devastated battlefield, with its endless corpses, prompting the underworld to mobilize and cleanse the land. He was filled with emotion.

Finally, a soft sigh escaped and vanished with the wind.

……

The Great Sage Azure Dragon has failed yet again.

However, no matter how great the storm, it did not break his backbone or destroy his will.

Despite the tattered armor covering his body and the lingering pure Daoist aura of Yin and Yang, his body remained upright, fighting to the very end.

The ancient dynasty, honored with the name "Qin"... It overcame countless hardships and obstacles, starting from the most remote mountains and rivers, and went through many trials and tribulations, gradually subduing various clans that had not yet been fully assimilated, catering to the highest strategy of the human race, and was blessed by divine retribution, finally being able to establish a nation.

Along the way, through sacrifice, bloodshed, and perseverance, we have achieved prosperity.

Having reached this point, it should have been enough. Across the vast land, no one could fail to show respect... Apart from the ancient holy dynasties that descended across time, what else could surpass them—the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties?

Even the Heavenly Court, which overlooks all the heavens and holds the reins of power... is unwilling to confront its might!

This wasn't something achieved by being a nice guy; it was earned through countless battles and bloodshed!

But Zulong's dream never stopped there.

He wants more!

However, this is not easy.

When he stepped into the minefield, he was met with a fierce storm of attacks... The originally balanced situation was disrupted by his outstanding achievements and his unification of the world—the whole land was his subject. Such policies stepped on the sore spots of many ancient gods.

more importantly.

"One day, I will settle accounts!"

The First Emperor once stood in the Heavenly Court and said so.

A calm tone.

But none of the powerful beings present could remain calm.

Liquidation?

What are we settling accounts for?

You stubborn fool, you're not even Pangu yet, and you're already spouting off your innermost thoughts?!

That's utterly domineering, you're asking for it!

The gods were enraged.

—If you were already Pangu and were to launch a great purge… we would accept it.

—Isn't that how we managed to get by back then?

—On the battlefield of creation, Pangu, with tears in his eyes and a smile on his lips, was happily hacking us all down as if we were chaotic demons… We accept it, we accept it.

—At the end of the Lich Wars, an unnamed Yellow Emperor, carrying a great sword, forced us to dress as women, just to cleanse himself of the stain of wearing women's clothing... We accepted it and awkwardly wore women's clothing.

Pangu swept across the era, dominating all the gods. Everyone gave him face, bowing their heads and groveling as servants... it wasn't shameful.

That's life!

That's it.

Everyone is capable of taking things on and letting them go.

But you, Azure Dragon... are not the strongest yet!

How dare they spout such nonsense and call for a purge?

Some things you can do, but you can't say!

Even if you say it, you can only bring it up after you've succeeded.

Otherwise, there's only one outcome...

beat!

Kill him!

Beat them to death!

The sentiment is exciting.

Many of the top players were very excited, rolled up their sleeves, and were determined to beat the First Emperor to a pulp.

So what if he's the Supreme One of Taiyi?

These days, there are several Pangus... who hasn't seen the world yet?

finally.

A fierce and bloody battle broke out.

This isn't the first time.

The Qin dynasty experienced several periods of rise and fall, teetering on the brink of extinction.

But Zulong never gave up, never bowed his head, and never gave in.

"I, my people, my country... cannot bend my spine."

Once again, the ancestral dragon fought a bloody battle, its body limping as it sought a proper burial place for its demise.

He failed again in this era.

In the battle against the heavens, it seemed like there was only one opponent, but... there were too many hidden forces behind the scenes!

The loneliest warrior, he fought almost the entire prehistoric world alone!

But Zu Long had no regrets.

He fought on the front lines until the flame of his life was extinguished.

With only a few broken pieces, he returned to his homeland.

Even at this moment, he remained as steadfast as ever.

"It's easy for your spine to bend, but it's very difficult to straighten it back up."

"Kneeling for too long will make your legs weak and rooted to the ground."

Zu Long muttered in his sleep, it was unclear whether he was speaking to himself or to someone else.

After all, there are other people here.

Turning the corner, passing a side hall, someone leaned against the door, watching the First Emperor silently.

That slightly helpless look in his eyes seemed to be questioning what Zulong was trying to achieve with all these years of aimless tinkering.

Until this moment, Zu Long revealed his true feelings.

"Ugh."

Yinglong, who was also a dragon ancestor, sighed.

"Go in peace."

"Qin... I'll clean up the mess for you."

"The country will not perish, and the race will not be wiped out."

"Qi and Chu have led the commotion for so long, that's enough."

"The various factions joined forces to attack your Qin state, each with their own ulterior motives... They may seem numerous and powerful, but they are nothing more than a rabble."

"Even with your defeat, a well-planned strategy can dismantle their alliance."

Yinglong possesses a deep understanding of the dangers of mountains and rivers, and compared to his former naivety and immaturity, he has matured considerably.

Zu Long stared at her blankly for a long, long time, then said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

"I'm going to sleep forever..."

"When I return... what needs to be settled will ultimately be settled..."

"Hiss..." Yinglong gasped, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "Seriously... can you please stop being so stubborn?"

"Take a step back, and the world will be a better place!"

"Even if you don't give me a refund... at least watch what you say!"

"Everyone enjoys revenge, but you're the only one who's publicized it so effectively..."

"Even Her Majesty Nuwa, knowing her own limitations before Her Majesty Fuxi, pretended to be an obedient child... You should learn from her!"

"She's fifty paces, I'm a hundred paces... Your example is inappropriate." Zu Long pointed out the inaccuracies in Ying Long's statement, and after a moment of silence, he continued, "Gods living in this world must have some pursuits."

"Sooner or later..."

"I want to see those people who can't stand me, but can't do anything about it."

This is Zulong's dream.

—I know none of you like me.

—But does it matter?

—I'm going to walk sideways!

It doesn't matter if we can't beat you now.

—But sooner or later, I will become so strong that none of you can do anything to me!

—And then…I'll kill you all!

"The group that danced the most enthusiastically today..."

"One day, we'll all be on their list..."

With great difficulty, Zu Long turned and left, leaving only the lingering echo of his voice that reached Ying Long's ears.

"Qi must be destroyed."

"Chu is doomed."

"All nations will become illusions and bubbles, buried in the passage of time."

"Trampling upon mountains and rivers, leaving behind the bones of immortals and gods!"

"The last member of the Zhou royal family will have his legitimacy severed."

"I will eradicate every trace of that lineage of historians who are spouting nonsense, and burn all their manuscripts..."

The bloodstains disappeared with the departure of the Ancestral Dragon, leaving only a trace that fell into Yinglong's eyes.

"The Three Sovereigns".

"The Five Emperors".

"It's just a mark left by time."

"I will eventually overwhelm them, and reign supreme for eternity!"

The First Emperor had ambitions.

Perhaps it's absurd.

But he has been working towards that goal.

Others might laugh at him, thinking he's overestimating himself.

But miracles... are often created by people like these!

"You'll die many times on this road!"

Yinglong shouted.

"So what? I'm used to it."

The First Emperor cut through the years and buried himself.

On his deathbed, only the calmest words came through.

He was not afraid of death.

My only worry is that my dream won't come true.

He embodies the most tenacious and unwavering fighting spirit of the dragon race.

Others might succumb to the tide, but he... will never!

……

"Cang failed again."

Inside the Fire Cloud Cave, Feng Xi sighed.

Many ancient gods rejoiced and were very happy to have defeated the ancestral dragon who had been pushing the limits on the path of dragon life.

However, some people are very saddened by this.

Feng Xi felt pity for his plight, but also harbored a ulterior motive: "If he doesn't succeed, where will my successor be?"

"I've been awarded the title of Model Worker over three thousand times already!"

He looked sadly at the wall, which was covered with banners awarded by the Heavenly Court to Comrade Feng Xi for his hard work and dedication over the years, his humanitarian spirit, and his proactive contributions to the development of the times.

From beginning to end, Feng Xi remained true to his original aspirations... A Pangu being stuffed in as a tool is unprecedented.

The Heavenly Dao Spirit of that time, although it started working right after birth, only worked hard for two and a half generations before finding a successor to take over its position, right?

Moreover, since the Lich Age, there have been volunteers who bring their own food... Although the Heavenly Saints are becoming increasingly unruly, their work efficiency is still quite good.

Unlike Huoyun Cave.

People say that Huoyun Cave is presided over by the Three Sovereigns: the Green Emperor, the Flame Emperor, and the Yellow Emperor. In reality, it is the most orthodox family of the human race, a loving and harmonious family... But...

Here, only the Yellow Emperor was doing the work!

What's left?

They all act like they're the bosses!

The Green Emperor would occasionally go to Phoenix Perch Mountain to retire, while Nuwa built the luxurious Nuwa Palace... and rarely returned throughout the year.

In the end, perhaps Fuxi had a change of heart and helped his exhausted little brother share some of the work.

But Nuwa... had already gone completely wild.

Actually, just doing a job isn't a big deal.

But when you're working and someone's having a blast... that's not exactly a pleasant feeling.

Left with no other choice, the eldest and youngest brothers exchanged glances and reached a clandestine, clandestine deal.

On a dark and stormy night, Nuwa, who was holding another goddess party, was ambushed and bound by two masked masters, and forced to sign a humiliating and unequal agreement.

From then on, Nuwa... even on her own birthday, she would go to the Fire Cloud Cave to sign in!

—Every year on the fifteenth of March, Nuwa is born and goes to Huoyun Palace to pay homage to the three saints: Fuxi, Yandi, and Xuanyuan!

These are family rules!

Nuwa smashed the table, but ultimately there was nothing she could do.

However, this is not a long-term solution.

Feng Xi felt it was time to... no, to share a portion of the great cause of building humanity with the aspiring and holy people in the primordial world!

pity……

Over the years, stubbornness... no, ambition and holiness have always been fraught with hardship.

He once had high hopes for Lingbao Tianzun... This Tianzun once fought the world in fury, even shouting the slogan of changing the earth, water, fire, and wind to start anew, but he ended up being poisoned... which also implicated the Zhuxian Sword Formation, helping it to solidify its reputation as a hindrance to its master.

Feng Xi was lost in thought, recalling that great battle from the past, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation ultimately failed to wipe out all the immortals and gods.

Lingbao Tianzun, his blood shed across mountains and rivers, ultimately met a tragic end.

"So... is the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation really poisonous?"

Feng Xi thought irrationally, "If Luo Hou takes it, Luo Hou will be doomed."

"I used it too, but in the end I cut off my destiny and entered the Fire Cloud Cave."

"Lingbao also carried it, dominating the battlefield... In the end, he suffered a crushing defeat, losing even his underwear..."

"well……"

Time flows on, brushing past the ancient palaces and turning a new page.

(End of this chapter)