Primordial Corpse Ancestor

In what was once a desolate and silent withered forest, two dazzling beams of light, one blue and one silver, resembling the aurora borealis, were now rushing toward a certain place, appearing exceptionally brilliant and radiant.

"Hmm! Who is that? Hongjun, what is he doing here? What is that? How come he has our pagoda in his hand? Could it be that the pagoda has already fallen into his hands?" Upon suddenly seeing Hongjun standing in front of him, lost in thought, Zulong was greatly surprised. When he then discovered the exquisite golden pagoda in Hongjun's hand, Zulong became extremely angry.

Suddenly seeing the pagoda that he and Yangmei had fought fiercely for so long in Honghuang's hand, Zulong was filled with resentment and his heart was filled with turmoil. He had fought Yangmei to the death, but in the end, Hongjun had benefited from the battle. This made Zulong extremely angry!

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, why are you here? And why are you holding my pagoda in your hand?" Zulong suppressed his resentment and suppressed his impending excitement, asking in an extremely calm tone.

Upon suddenly hearing someone speak, Hongjun's heart skipped a beat. He then hid the pagoda behind his back. Although the Ancestral Dragon had already seen it clearly, Hongjun still instinctively hid the exquisite golden pagoda tightly behind his back, as if feeling guilty.

"Huh? You're asking me? And you're criticizing me? You think you can just take your pagoda out and smash people everywhere for no reason? Aren't you afraid of killing someone?" Hongjun deliberately asked in a grief-stricken tone, trying to hide the excitement and joy he felt at obtaining the Exquisite Golden Pagoda.

"I never expected that my momentary lapse would result in injuring you, fellow Daoist. I hope you will forgive my rudeness. I apologize to you! I hope you can return my pagoda. This pagoda belongs to our clan and is of great importance. It is truly impossible for it to be lost. I hope you will be understanding!"

Zulong smiled slightly and responded to Hongjun very politely.

"Hmph! Since you admit that my treasure is in your hands, then things will be easier. I don't believe you can disregard your pride and forcibly keep my magic weapon!" Zu Long was shrewd and tried to reason with him and appeal to his emotions, hoping that Dao Zu Hongjun would return the pagoda out of consideration for his feelings. Although Zu Long knew that such an opportunity was extremely slim, this way he could at least try to be polite first and then resort to force.

"Hmph! I, Hongjun, am a prominent figure in the prehistoric world. You ambushed me today, causing me serious injuries. If word gets out, how will I ever be able to stand in the prehistoric world again? You must make amends for what happened today!"

Hongjun deliberately feigned indignation, his face full of anger.

"Hmph! You really think I, Hongjun, am so easily fooled? I won't return it today. You think I'll spit out what's in my hands? How could that be possible?" Hongjun looked at Zulong with utter contempt.

"Then, I wonder what kind of compensation Fellow Daoist Hongjun requires? I wonder if there is anything in my East Sea that Fellow Daoist Hongjun would find appealing? Whether Fellow Daoist Hongjun desires mineral deposits, spiritual veins, or spiritual herbs, I can give them up!"

Zulong rubbed his hands together, looking slightly embarrassed, and said to Hongjun with a smile.

"Heh, I was ambushed by you today, and my injuries are quite severe!" Hongjun deliberately forced out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning an unusually purplish-red, as if he had been poisoned. "I think there's no need for any other compensation! This pagoda is just average; it barely enough to compensate for my losses!"

"You!" Upon hearing Hongjun's words, the smile on Zulong's face instantly froze.

Seeing the stiff smile on Zulong's face, Hongjun's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably as he struggled to suppress the urge to laugh. After a moment, Zulong calmly continued, "This tower is of paramount importance; it belongs to our entire dragon clan and cannot be lost. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Hongjun may make any other requests? Zulong will certainly do his utmost to fulfill them!"

At this moment, Zulong still clung to a last glimmer of hope, trying to persuade Hongjun so that they wouldn't have to continue fighting for the magic weapon. After all, Zulong had been greatly exhausted after his battle with Yangmei, and was no match for Hongjun, who was still in his prime. However, even Zulong himself doubted whether such a possibility existed!

"No need! I, Hongjun, am already grateful for Fellow Daoist Zulong's kindness! As for compensation? This pagoda is quite nice, so there's no need for you to go to such trouble!" Hongjun looked at Zulong's suppressed expression, which was almost on the verge of exploding, and felt extremely satisfied, responding with a playful smile.

"So, Fellow Daoist Hongjun is determined not to return it? Then I have nothing more to say! We'll settle this with our fists!" Zulong's tone was unusually cold, like an eternal ice that would freeze the entire prehistoric world.

"Heh, so you've finally given up? Decided to make a move? You're quite amusing, aren't you? But I really don't understand, since you're guarding this magical artifact, why don't you acknowledge it as your master?"

What I don't understand is that you can actually use a defensive magic weapon as an offensive one. You're really too unique! I believe you're truly one of a kind in this primordial world; I doubt anyone else can compare to you in this regard!

Hongjun looked at the Ancestral Dragon in front of him with a mocking smile and said with great disdain.

"You! Hmph!" Zu Long was provoked by Hong Jun, and the muscles on his face twitched continuously. He was obviously furious to the extreme and almost had to explode!

"Hmph! What do you know? If I had the chance, I wouldn't acknowledge a master; if I had the chance, would it even be your turn? I never thought that after fighting to the death with Yangmei, you would be the one who benefited? What bad luck!" Zulong thought to himself with great resentment.

Suddenly, the Ancestral Dragon ignored everything else and instantly summoned the Plain Cloud Banner, which was suspended above the ground. Then, it instantly transformed into its true form as a Azure Dragon, nearly a hundred feet long, roaring to the sky. Then, its enormous dragon claws slashed down at Hongjun's head.

The Ancestral Dragon, which had been hesitant to fully unleash its power while inside the mountain, now fully unleashed its form, appearing exceptionally awe-inspiring and domineering!

"Hmph! You think you can defeat the enemy just because you're big? I'll use you to test my new magic weapon and see how effective its defense is. You'd better not disappoint me!" Hongjun looked at the Ancestral Dragon attacking him from the sky with complete disregard.

Then, in an instant, he summoned the Exquisite Golden Pagoda, and suddenly, golden light curtains descended from the pagoda, as if they were solid, firmly protecting Hongjun inside.

Hongjun instantly leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of purple light and ascending into the sky, causing the Ancestral Dragon's seemingly inevitable attack to miss its mark. The Ancestral Dragon did not hesitate either, its massive tail lashing out at Hongjun in an instant.

Hovering in the air, Hongjun appeared exceptionally small compared to the massive Ancestral Dragon, like the difference between an ant and an elephant. Then, Hongjun instantly summoned his dragon-headed golden staff, pouring endless energy into it.

"roar!"

A sharp roar rang out, and the dragon-headed golden staff in Hongjun's hand suddenly transformed into a golden dragon nearly a hundred feet long, raising its giant claws to grab at the massive body of the Ancestral Dragon in the distance!

"roar!"

Suddenly seeing the golden dragon approaching from afar, the Ancestral Dragon was filled with grief and indignation. He never expected that one day he would encounter a fake golden dragon challenging his majesty as the progenitor of the dragon race.

In an instant, the two enormous dragons, one blue and one gold, engaged in a fierce battle. For a time, golden and blue rays of light were constantly reflected in the air, like countless shooting stars falling from the sky. However, these shooting stars were all gold and blue, constantly swirling and shooting in the air.

A flawless version after careful inspection!

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar, the Ancestral Dragon's massive azure tail slammed into the waist of the Golden Divine Dragon. The Golden Divine Dragon, worthy of being a transformation of an innate spiritual treasure, roared and unleashed an even more ferocious aura, striking down at the Ancestral Dragon with incredible speed once more.

"Bang!"

The enormous golden dragon claw, as solid as a giant iron boulder, carried an unparalleled aura, creating powerful energy ripples that instantly struck the Ancestral Dragon, causing it to writhe in pain.

However, as time went by, the golden dragon, being a primordial spiritual treasure, although lacking the sensation of pain, was constantly consuming the magical power infused by Hongjun during the continuous shocks. Gradually, the golden dragon showed signs of sluggishness, clearly indicating that it was now experiencing a lack of magical power.

"Alas! This golden dragon is quite impressive, but it's not a true divine dragon. It still relies solely on spiritual energy absorbed from the outside world, and the expenditure is insufficient. I can't keep pouring my magic power into it like this forever!"

Hongjun watched the golden dragon constantly battling the Ancestral Dragon and sighed with emotion.

Suddenly, Hongjun disregarded everything else and instantly transformed into a purple streak of light to join the battle. Instantly, Hongjun also learned from the Ancestral Dragon and the Golden Divine Dragon and unleashed his talent for melee combat. It must be admitted that Hongjun might still be somewhat weak in terms of physical strength alone, but if Hongjun poured his immense magical power into that small fist, it would appear exceptionally terrifying!

"Boom!" "Roar!"

In an instant, Hongjun swung his seemingly weak yet explosive fist, slamming it into the massive azure waist of the Ancestral Dragon. A heavy thud resounded, and a large dragon scale fell to the ground, leaving a clear trail of crimson blood.

Then came a deafening roar, the powerful sound waves sweeping across a space of hundreds of feet in radius.

Instantly, the Ancestral Dragon opened its enormous dragon eyes and glared fiercely at Hongjun. No matter how extraordinary the Ancestral Dragon's wisdom was, it never imagined that Hongjun's seemingly weak and vulnerable body actually possessed such enormous magical power. It was even more unimaginable that Hongjun had not yet broken through to the Quasi-Saint level. It was truly hard to imagine how much Hongjun's strength would improve after breaking through to the Quasi-Saint level.

"Hmm! Seems pretty good! I didn't expect that such immense magical power could be used like this. No wonder cultivators are constantly refining their bodies. It seems that having a strong body really does have considerable benefits. It's a pity that my current body can only be further tempered; focusing solely on physical training would be a waste!"

Hongjun was extremely satisfied with his powerful attack. At the same time, this attack also made Hongjun pay more attention to physical cultivation. Unfortunately, Hongjun had always focused on cultivating magic. At this time, his magical cultivation was already extremely high, and he could not switch to physical cultivation. Otherwise, Hongjun might have really given it a try!

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