Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

Ao Ping's words were like an icicle falling into boiling oil, instantly shattering the deathly silence of the entire Crystal Palace.

The Dragon King of the East Sea, Ao Guang, moved his lips, a bitter taste churning in his throat. The lingering soreness and numbness left by the pressure of the half-step saint still gnawed deep within his bones.

But Ao Ping's calm and unwavering words struck his spine more heavily than the Nine-Headed Insect's oppressive aura.

He suddenly looked up and met Ao Ping's unfathomable, icy eyes. There was no reproachful anger at his lack of ambition, only an almost cold calm, an indifference that scrutinized the very foundation of the dragon race's survival.

Ao Guang's heart trembled violently, as if he had been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer. Humiliation, resentment, and a trace of fear of being exposed surged fiercely in his chest.

He looked around. His second brother, Ao Qin, had a face ashen, his third brother, Ao Run, had blood seeping from his tightly pursed lips, and his fourth brother, Ao Shun, had his dragon horns trembling slightly.

As the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, they were originally burdened by the karmic consequences of the dragon race, preventing them from breaking through to the Great Luo realm. Naturally, no one would say that the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas were weak.

However, now that the dragon race has allied with humans, they bring clouds and rain to the primordial land. The karmic debts they incurred have long since been offset.

Without the burden of karma and karmic debts, and with vast cultivation resources as a backup, plus his father, Ao Ping, a disciple of Qinglian Island, if his cultivation level were still stuck at the Great Luo Golden Immortal stage, he would be the biggest laughingstock of the Dragon Clan.

Therefore, what the Four Dragon Kings are facing now is not the Nine-Headed Insect with the cultivation of a half-step saint, but the shame of being the Four Dragon Kings.

On the contrary, the Nine-Headed Insect has now become their means of proving their existence. Only by suppressing the Nine-Headed Insect under the Four Seas Dragon Formation can the primordial world know that the Four Seas Dragon Kings are not useless.

"Set up the formation."

Ao Guang's voice was hoarse, yet it carried a ruthless edge that cut off all escape routes, like a dying beast uttering its final roar.

The other three Dragon Kings responded simultaneously, their ancient dragon roars shaking the dome of the Crystal Palace. A deep, abyss-like blue light erupted from their palms, seemingly condensing the boundless waters of the entire East Sea into them.

The light spun rapidly, transforming into bottomless vortexes. At the center of each vortex, ancient and powerful scale patterns faintly emerged, and an overwhelming force of water elemental energy arose, carrying the tidal power of the primordial era.

Four terrifying forces, distinct yet sharing the same origin: the abyss of the East Sea, the flames of the South Sea, the ice of the North Sea, and the gold of the West Sea. Drawn by the divine souls of the Four Dragon Kings, they suddenly converged at the center of the hall.

A strange, soul-piercing resonance resounded. The four forces were not simply superimposed, but rather, as if they had found a lost tenon and mortise joint, they fit together perfectly in an instant.

An unimaginably enormous phantom of a dragon materialized proudly amidst the interweaving of four-colored divine light. It was no longer a concrete divine dragon, but the ultimate condensation of the concept of the dragon.

The enormous dragon head lowered its head, its cold vertical pupils like the sun and moon suspended in the sky, indifferently looking down at the nine-headed worm below.

The dragon's body is a flowing torrent of laws, sometimes transforming into a deep abyss to devour all things, and sometimes spewing out raging flames that burn the sky. Its scales are covered with mysterious ice that freezes stars, and its spine reveals a sharp golden blade that can cleave the heavens and the earth.

A vast and powerful pressure, far surpassing that of a half-step saint and originating from the primordial chaos, descended with a thunderous roar.

This is the forbidden magic array of the Dragon Clan, lost for a long time: the Four Seas Divine Dragon Array. Using the bloodline of the Four Seas Dragon Kings as a guide, it leverages the primordial power of the four seas to summon the projection of the Ancestral Dragon's will.

Once this formation is set up, the four seas will be united, and the summoned ancestral dragon's will will be comparable to that of a saint.

However, the price is also heavy. Not only do the people who set up the formation need to be of one mind and resonate with each other to the extreme, but it will also burn the essence of the Four Seas Dragon Kings. If they are not careful, the formation will be destroyed and the dragons will die.

The Nine-Headed Insect's arrogant laugh suddenly caught in his throat, turning into a muffled groan of shock and anger. Under the cold gaze of the enormous dragon phantom, the half-step saintly pressure surrounding him sizzled like frost meeting the scorching sun.

He felt as if he had been thrown into the darkest abyss of the deep sea, or as if he were being roasted on endless fire, his indestructible insect body experiencing waves of excruciating pain as it was torn and eroded by the power of the laws.

"Impossible. How could a formation set up by four Great Luo Golden Immortals possess the power of a Quasi-Saint?"

For the first time, disbelief and horror flashed in the eyes of the Nine-Headed Insect. His meticulously planned oppressive aura and his arrogant control over the entire situation seemed so fragile and laughable in the face of this magic array that embodied the last reserves and desperate resolve of the Dragon Clan.

The dragon's shadow exuded a powerful aura, a suppression originating from the very source of his bloodline, an absolute superiority that caused even the very essence of this ancient ferocious insect to tremble.

"You mere insects dare to insult my dragon race? Today I will show you the true strength of my dragon race."

Ao Guang's voice boomed through the great formation, like a thunderclap exploding deep within the soul of the Nine-Headed Insect. Every word carried the power of the four seas, as heavy as falling stars.

The Nine-Headed Insect had already sensed the pressure emanating from the Ancestral Dragon's will. It dared not be overconfident any longer and instantly transformed into a cloud of black mist.

Just when everyone thought that the Nine-Headed Insect was about to escape, a strange, grating laugh came from within the black mist.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist began to recede, transforming into a monstrous dragon with nine heads. It was none other than the true form of the Nine-Headed Insect, the Nine-Headed Evil Dragon.

The nine-headed evil dragon's body was covered with a thick, bluish-black carapace that flowed with viscous poisonous saliva, replacing its skin and gleaming with a cold, metallic luster.

Nine grotesque and monstrous insect heads burst wildly from the broken neck, like a nightmare in action.

The nine heads roared and howled simultaneously, unleashing a torrent of chaotic, greedy, and destructive wills that crashed against the projection of the Ancestral Dragon's will condensed within the Four Seas Divine Dragon Formation.

Looking at the enormous form of the Nine-Headed Insect on the dragon throne, Ao Ping couldn't help but sigh and say, "It does resemble a remnant of the primordial era, but unfortunately, it only has the form and not the spirit."

"Old mudfish. Stop pretending to be a god. Watch me tear apart your shabby formation, which is all show and no substance, and devour your dragon sons and grandsons alive."

The nine heads simultaneously spewed out a torrent of viscous, ink-like poison, carrying the aura of corrosive laws, heading straight for the core of the dragon shadow.

The torrent of poison from the Nine-Headed Insect slowed down the actions of the Ancestral Dragon's will. This greatly surprised the Four Sea Dragon Kings.

Immediately afterwards, Ao Guang's voice rang out, "Brothers, hold fast to our origins, and reign supreme over the eight wastelands. Today, let's fight him to the death."

Then the Four Dragon Kings transformed into four giant dragons and flew directly toward the Ancestral Dragon's Will in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, the enormous dragon bodies of the Four Dragon Kings merged together, transforming into a dragon body that carried the will of the Ancestral Dragon.

Having acquired a physical body, the ancestral dragon's will spewed forth a torrent, transforming into a massive water elemental barrier that forcibly diluted the highly toxic torrent and acidic raindrops.

Following closely behind, four different elemental attacks came from various directions towards the Nine-Headed Worm, forcing it into a state of panic and disarray. (End of Chapter)