The Primordial Azure Lotus Great Dao Venerable

Rumble!!

The boundless seawater boiled.

In the unseen realm, the feng shui of heaven and earth is in flux.

In an instant, the world went dark, and the sun and moon lost their light.

Countless creatures looked up in terror at the void, and their fear only intensified upon seeing what they saw.

The same applies to the blue lotus.

Suddenly, from the depths of the sea, a figure of unknown size leaped out, blotting out the sky and shaking the four seas.

"roar!"

The roar shook the heavens, and the void boiled.

The celestial clouds in the sky shattered and dissipated.

"The Ancestral Dragon has forcibly seized the destiny of the four seas, disrupting my path of cultivation! Fight!"

A deep, thunderous sound echoed in the air.

An aura no less powerful than that of the Ancestral Dragon spread throughout the world.

In just a moment, it killed countless lives and alarmed countless beings.

Yuan Feng, the immortal volcano of the South, opened his eyes, a cold smile on his face. He got up and walked out of the Phoenix Nest, his gaze coldly fixed on a figure dressed in a five-colored Taoist robe at the edge of the less than 100,000 volcanoes.

The primordial Qilin of the Central Qilin Ancestral Land rose up, its gaze majestic, and roared as it came to the edge of the Heavenly Pillar, its body filled with killing intent, and charged toward a burly figure.

In the west, Mount Sumeru, driven by the savage laughter of Rahu, stands; in the east, the Jade Capital Mountains, ruled by the sigh of Hongjun…

Furthermore, within the Kunlun Mountains, three hazy figures sat cross-legged, each with a different expression;

Within the Heavenly Pillar, twelve streams of energy surged violently...

East China Sea.

The magical power within Qinglian's body surged uncontrollably, and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He looked around in horror, seeing a large number of beings below the Golden Immortal realm being shattered into dust by this aura.

Even some Golden Immortals with shallow fortune and weak cultivation were covered in blood and fell into the sea like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

However, just as Qinglian was about to give way, the aura of the Ancestral Dragon erupted, and the aura of the Primordial Golden Immortal trembled, which stopped the aura of the void.

The Ancestral Dragon Hall once again radiated its dragon might, protecting all directions.

"Kun, you've finally come out!"

The First Dragon roars.

"You harbor wicked intentions, secretly cultivating the Beast Emperor Shenni, disrupting the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World, and leading all living beings into calamity;

Today, I will slay you to prove the way of my dragon race!

boom!

A muffled thud echoed throughout the East China Sea.

Qinglian couldn't even see clearly; the Ancestral Dragon was already locked in battle with the Kun.

The battle of primordial chaos draws upon heaven and earth.

A deafening roar echoed through the heavens.

At the same time, battles broke out in both the southern and central parts of the primordial wilderness.

The entire primordial world was instantly filled with murderous intent, and the winds and clouds surged.

Within the four seas, the waves surge to the sky.

Endless waters flow, evolving into a primordial killing intent.

These have nothing to do with Qinglian.

Since the First Dragon and the Kun began their battle, the entire Four Seas have been enveloped in the aura of battle.

The only hope lies in the Ancestral Dragon Hall.

As a treasure used by the dragon race to suppress their destiny, the Ancestral Dragon Palace has the power to protect the dragon race.

Despite the murderous intent, the Ancestral Dragon Palace shone brightly, its supreme fortune flowing to protect the dragon race.

Qinglian immediately moved closer to the Ancestral Dragon Palace.

Fortunately, he was not far from the Ancestral Dragon Palace itself, and soon he entered the area covered by the Ancestral Dragon Palace.

Along with him were a large number of creatures that had just joined the dragon race.

These creatures are not dragons, but they all possess dragon-like characteristics.

Some have dragon horns on their heads, some are covered in dragon scales...

It looks very strange.

Qinglian knew that this was a sign of dragon transformation caused by the influence of the Ancestral Dragon.

If it weren't for his noble origins, he would now be just like these other creatures, a half-dragon.

Belonging to the category of scaled creatures, they are subservient to the true dragon.

Just as Qinglian was pondering, a scream suddenly came from afar.

"ah!!"

The sudden commotion instantly drew the attention of all the creatures around.

Qinglian looked over and saw a thousand-foot-long flying fish with two horns on its head, wanting to enter the Ancestral Dragon Hall to seek protection.

He was blasted out by a five-clawed golden dragon, covered in blood and in a terrible state.

"The Ancestral Dragon Palace is off-limits to anyone without true dragon blood!"

A majestic and domineering voice echoed in front of the Ancestral Dragon Hall.

The dragon's oppressive aura crashed down, causing the creatures in the outside world to feel a heavy weight on them, as if they were suffocating.

This is the oppressive aura emanating from the dragon race's fortune, a natural suppression of lower-ranking scaled creatures by higher-ranking dragons.

The expressions of the creatures from all directions changed drastically, and anger arose in their hearts.

Qinglian stood aside, watching this scene with cold eyes.

As the battle in the void continues, the external protection of the Ancestral Dragon Palace is already on the verge of collapse, showing signs that it will not be able to hold out for much longer.

If you cannot enter the Ancestral Dragon Hall, wait for its defenses to break.

A deadly aura descends, a near-certain death!

These true dragons clearly did not regard these creatures as true dragons.

"The dragon race is domineering; this is not a place to linger."

Qinglian became even more determined in her mind.

suddenly.

A piercing scream echoed from the void.

Qinglian looked up and saw that Kun, who had been fighting with the Ancestral Dragon, was covered in wounds and his aura was weak.

It's clear that it's already fallen behind.

As Kun showed signs of weakness, blood droplets, like a torrential rain, poured down from the heavens.

It was a deep crimson color, and it also possessed a powerful vitality and a sense of creation.

It contains blood from the Kun, and even more so from the Ancestral Dragon.

These drops of blood fell onto the creatures outside the Ancestral Dragon Hall, instantly causing changes in them.

"hold head high!"

"roar!!"

Under Qinglian's gaze, each living being transformed into a different dragon.

Golden Dragon, Yinglong, Black Dragon, White Dragon...

There were countless of them, and the scene was truly spectacular.

Qinglian was also stained by this blood. As the blood entered his body, a powerful corrosive effect spread throughout his body.

The blood of Kun and Zulong, two Primordial Golden Immortals, intertwined and then rapidly merged.

Ultimately, a drop of true dragon blood was formed and floated inside the green lotus.

boom!

Qinglian's body surface showed changes, and she felt a faint itching on her back.

"Forced dragon transformation?!"

The blue lotus trembled slightly.

That drop of true dragon blood was clearly the blood of the Yinglong.

If absorbed, it can be directly transformed into the Primordial Yinglong.

After enlightenment, the twelve-petaled Pure White Lotus and the twelve-petaled Green Lotus successively radiated light.

This suppressed the dragon transformation signs on Qinglian's body.

A bright green root appeared inside his body and slowly settled on Yinglong's essence blood.

Buzz...

Under Qinglian's gaze, Yinglong's essence blood was absorbed by its own roots.

A wealth of inherited information appeared in Qinglian's heart.

This is the legacy of Yinglong.

It was born from the combined bloodlines of the innate demon god Kun and the ancestral dragon, under the influence of the dragon race's destiny.

Looking at the inheritance in her heart, Qinglian's eyes lit up.

"What a stroke of luck! What a stroke of luck!"

These bloods carry the inheritance of two major primordial elements; absorbing more blood will yield even more inheritance.

Without a second thought, Qinglian's entire body radiated a surge of creative light.

Countless drops of blood were absorbed into his body and then absorbed by the Azure Lotus itself.

Like him, the four newly born true dragons, along with the true dragons inside the Ancestral Dragon Palace, also quickly flew out to compete for the blood.

After an unknown amount of time, the torrential rain of blood gradually subsided.

Countless dragons appeared on the sea, large and small, with a majestic aura, all looking at the void with fervor.

Qinglian was deeply shaken by this scene. "The dragon race's fortune has grown stronger!"

boom!!

The appearance of countless dragon shadows caused a surge in the dragon race's fortune.

Countless dragon shadows disappeared into the Qi Yun, transforming into a purple-gold bead, which landed in the hands of the Ancestral Dragon under his joyful gaze.

"Hahaha!!"

"With the birth of the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, our dragon race will prosper!"

boom!

The Ancestral Dragon Pearl transformed into an immeasurable size and slammed down upon the Kun.