The Journey to the West is over, and the Perfect Life System is here

"In ancient times, I was the master of the dragon clan," the Ancestral Dragon said sternly, "and it is the same today! My dragon clan shall be the overlord of the ancient world, and its glory shall live forever.

The dragon clan must follow me to conquer the wilderness, so that all creatures in the wilderness will fear, dread and respect our dragon clan!

From today on, all you need to do is obey. Even if I tell you to die, you will not refute a single word!"

When the last word fell, the pressure intensified a bit, and many of the weaker Daluo Dragons had blood oozing from their mouths and noses.

"Lord Zulong, please stop your pressure..." Ao Fang pleaded.

Zulong, on the other hand, had a smile on his face and had no intention of retreating.

The first thing he had to do when he returned to the Dragon Clan was to establish his authority.

After all, he had been away for so long that his reputation had faded in the minds of these dragons.

He wanted to re-establish his power and take the power of the dragon clan back into his own hands.

Seeing these dragons prostrating themselves under his pressure, Zulong felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment!

"Zulong, you are not worthy of being the leader of the dragon clan. During the Longhan catastrophe, weren't you harming the dragon clan enough?

Now that our dragon clan has finally recovered some strength, you want to control us again. What are we in your eyes?
Is it a puppet of the Great War?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

This is a Daluo dragon from the dragon clan, which was promoted within the past million years.

Ao Fang and other dragon clan elders' expressions changed drastically.

"Ao Sui, shut up!"

Ao Sui was hysterical: "Old Dragon King, you know what our dragon race suffered during the Lich Tribulation. Where was the Ancestral Dragon at that time? Where was he?
We have already paid for his sins, and we don't owe him anything at all!

We the dragon clan do not owe him the Ancestral Dragon, we only owe him the Patriarch Qitian."

At this moment, the expressions of all the dragons began to change, and their hearts were constantly shaken.

The condescending Ancestral Dragon smiled, "When I returned to the Dragon Clan, I anticipated that some people would disobey me. I was just wondering who to find to establish my authority, but I didn't expect you to come to me on your own."

His gaze went straight to Ao Sui, and with it came a surge of pressure.

Under the tremendous pressure, Ao Sui suffered extremely severe pain.

At this time, seeing Ao Sui like this, many dragons were filled with anger.

Just as Ao Sui said, after experiencing the hardships of the Lich Period, they not only had no gratitude towards the Ancestral Dragon, but more resentment.

The reason why I welcome you today is because I carry the blood of the Ancestral Dragon.

Now that Zulong is pressing forward step by step, the anger accumulated in their hearts is about to reach its peak.

"Since you dare to resist me, then you will die! And that so-called ancestor of yours, sooner or later I will punish him severely! He actually taught the dragon clan to be so timid and cowardly while I was away." Zulong said coldly, pressing down with one finger, about to take Ao Sui's life.

However, just as Ao Sui was waiting to die, Zulong's magical power was actually blocked.

"Ao Fang, what do you mean? These little dragons are ignorant, and you are also ignorant?" Zulong asked.

Just now, it was Ao Fang who took action.

At the time of the Longhan catastrophe, Ao Fang had already reached the Golden Immortal stage and his status in the dragon clan was not too low. He had also met the Ancestral Dragon.

At first, the image of the Dragon Lord in his mind was majestic and bright.

If Zulong was still suppressed now, he would still worship him.

After all, he had led the dragon clan to glory.

But now, Zulong's behavior has completely wiped out the most glorious side of Zulong in Ao Fang's heart.

"Lord Zulong, now is different from the past. Now is no longer the era that belongs to the dragon clan. Lord Zulong, please let my dragon clan go!" Ao Fang slowly knelt down.

"Master Zulong, please let my dragon clan go!"

"Master Zulong, please let my dragon clan go!"

"..."

After a moment, all the dragons present knelt down.

"Okay, you guys are really good! It seems that you have grown stronger during the years when I was away! You actually dared to openly resist me?" Zulong laughed angrily.

"That so-called ancestor is truly formidable. He actually brainwashed you so thoroughly! How could he get you to work for him to this extent?"

"Lord Zulong, after the Longhan catastrophe, the dragon clan suffered a miserable end. It was Patriarch Qitian who saved our dragon clan from danger, and it was Patriarch Qitian who gave us the power to protect ourselves. Moreover, we are very satisfied with our current life." Ao Fang said.

"How dare you! I created the dragon clan, so you must obey me!" Zulong said angrily.

When they were cast down into the wilderness, the origins of the three demon gods, Zulong, Yuanfeng and Shiqilin, were severely damaged. Their scattered blood gave birth to the dragon, phoenix and qilin tribes. Naturally, the three of them became the masters of the three tribes.

In fact, Ao Sui was right in one thing. The Ancestral Dragon had always used the dragon clan as a tool to dominate the prehistoric world.

"Then... I'm sorry, but I can't obey your order!" Ao Fang slowly stood up.

The dragons behind him also slowly stood up and looked at Zulong with cold eyes.

"I, Zulong, always conquer people with force. If you are unwilling to submit, I will beat you until you submit, and kill you until you submit!" Zulong's eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Ao Fang, let's start with you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zulong stretched out his hand, ready to capture Ao Fang.

"My fellow clansmen, from today on, the Ancestral Dragon will be the enemy of our dragon clan! Follow me to fight him!" Ao Fang shouted, and a formation plate was sacrificed by him.

The four ancient dragon kings leaped into human form, entwined themselves with each other, and transformed into a long water-blue dragon to fight against the Ancestral Dragon.

The moment the giant aqua-blue dragon took shape, Zulong's expression changed slightly.

"Saint-level combat power!?" But soon, a hint of mockery flashed across Zulong's eyes: "Even if the formation can rival a saint, so what? It's only the lowest level of the Saint's First Heaven Realm. You still want to fight me with this?"

At this moment, the Ancestral Dragon also transformed into a cyan-gold dragon body, and its body looked a little bigger than the water-blue dragon.

The two dragons were entangled in a fight. In the East China Sea and even in the four seas, huge waves surged one after another. Countless islands and marine creatures were killed in this battle.

"All dragons, quickly take the East China Sea people and evacuate!" The remaining quasi-saint dragons shouted, looking at the battlefield with worry in their eyes.

Because at this moment, the Ancestral Dragon was suppressing the attack of the water-blue dragon. Every swing of its claws and every swing of its tail would cause damage to the dragon. It was completely one-sided.

Zulong was blessed by the way of heaven, and his combat power was at least at the third level of saint.

The aquamarine dragon was completely defeated.

"Yes, quite good. You can actually rely on the power of quasi-saints to possess strength that rivals that of saints. In this way, my dragon clan will have two saint-level combat forces in the future. Who can compete with us? The human race? The protagonist of the prehistoric world will be my dragon clan." Zulong laughed wildly.

"Ao Fang, if you surrender now, I can spare your life!"

The aquamarine dragon did not respond and continued to fight with the black dragon.

"You are overestimating yourself. I will take you down first!" Zulong lost his patience, and a dragon ball hovered above his head.

This is his natal spiritual treasure, the Ancestral Dragon Pearl.

At this moment in his hands, its power is no less than that of an innate treasure.

However, at this moment, a golden dragon joined the battlefield and hit the Ancestral Dragon with a swing of its tail.

Caught off guard, Zulong was knocked away.

"Golden Dragon, the luck of humanity! Great! My dragon clan has gained another saintly fighter!" Zulong was not angry at all, but was extremely excited and happy.

As long as the entire dragon clan is conquered, it will become the strongest clan in the prehistoric world, and grand plans can be realized and hegemony can be achieved.

That golden dragon was formed by the thirty-six divine dragons gathering the destiny of humanity. Now, it can fight against a saint!
"Do you think you can defeat and subdue me? Just surrender obediently!" Zulong was full of confidence.

He could see that the golden dragon was only at the first level of Sainthood.

He doesn't care about the existence of two saints in the first level of heaven at all!
But just when Zulong was about to take action, another voice was heard.

"Zulong, my dragon clan is no longer the same as before. My dragon clan will never yield. You are not worthy of commanding the dragon clan!"

Then, a young man slowly appeared on the battlefield.

"Jin'er, this is the battlefield of saints, let's go!" Ao Fang's voice came.

"A quasi-saint dares to speak so arrogantly. He is seeking death!" Zulong sacrificed the Zulong Pearl and unleashed a magical power.

However, Ao Jin was not afraid at all. With a wave of his hand, a string of blue spirit beads hung above his head.

The halo emitted by the spirit pearl isolated the Ancestral Dragon's magical powers and could not hurt Ao Jin at all.

It is the dragon clan’s spiritual treasure, the Zhenhai Pearl.

The dragon clan has been developing for so long, and the dragon clan's luck accumulated in the Zhenhai Pearl is already enormous.

As the master of the Zhenhai Pearl, Ao Jin can use almost all of the Zhenhai Pearl's abilities.

"To be honest, you, the Ancestral Dragon, are not as good as the Old Ancestor. You are blind, arrogant, proud, and ruthless. Such a being is not worthy of being the ancestor of my dragon clan."

Ao Jin took a step forward, and a piece of luck resembling a green dragon appeared behind Ao Jin.

Every time Ao Jin took a step, his aura would surge.

Although his body shape has not changed, the shape of the Azure Dragon's aura behind him is comparable to that of the Ancestral Dragon.

"Saint...Three...Three Heavens!"

When Zulong felt the astonishing momentum, his heart trembled violently.

The strength of this Qiyun Qinglong is no less than his.

When did the dragon clan's luck become so powerful?
At the moment when the Ancestral Dragon descended, the eyes of the great powers in the ancient times were all set on the East China Sea.

When the Ancestral Dragon was beating up the Water Blue Dragon and the Golden Dragon, most people thought that the Dragon Clan was in trouble this time!
However, when the dragon clan's destiny took shape behind Ao Jin, they no longer thought so.

The dragon clan seems to really have the power to fight against the Ancestral Dragon.

"Ancestor Dragon, did you see that? Without you, my dragon clan has become better. So, you have no qualifications to rule the dragon clan at all!" Ao Jin said lightly.

Zulong's expression changed.

Finally, he grinned and said, "Do you really think that you can compete with me by relying on a dead thing..."

But before Zulong could finish his words, Ao Jin took another step forward.

In an instant, Ao Jin's aura suddenly rose again.

The fourth level of saints!
The next moment, the astonishing pressure crushed towards Zulong.

Zulong's expression changed again!

He had previously relied on his strength as a third-level saint to bully the dragon clan, but now, retribution has come!
"Zulong, no matter what, you are the ancestor of my dragon clan. If you leave now, I can leave you with some dignity." Ao Jin said.

At this time, the aqua-blue dragon and the golden dragon also circled around the Ancestral Dragon.

As long as Zulong is not honest, they will take action.

"Respectable? What a joke! Do you think I, Zulong, am the kind of person who would flee without a fight?" Zulong said coldly, "Do you really think you can control me with just a bit of luck? You're thinking too much!"

"In fact, what you said is correct. The strength of the dragon clan today is beyond my imagination."

"This is very good, very good. If I were to take charge of the dragon clan, I would be able to accomplish even greater things."

Having said that, Zulong laughed wildly.

"Hmph!" Ao Jin snorted coldly, and the green dragon luck behind him swooped out.

"The fate of our dragon clan is determined by ourselves!" At the same time, the light blue dragon and the golden dragon also attacked together.

Although they are only at the first level of Sainthood, they can still restrain the Ancestral Dragon.

At this moment, Zulong suddenly sighed and said, "You, why are you doing this? After all, I am your ancestor and the source of your bloodline. You actually treated me so cruelly. I am really disappointed!"

Neither Ao Jin nor Ao Fang responded.

Today, the dragon clan killed their ancestor!

But just when the four giant dragons were about to engage in a melee, suddenly, the Ancestral Dragon Pearl above the Ancestral Dragon's head suddenly burst out with a dark light.

This ray of light was scattered across the entire East China Sea.

Then, a surprising scene appeared.

As long as they were within the range of the dim light, all the dragons became powerless.

Even the quasi-saint dragons lost the ability to fly.

"This...what's going on?" A quasi-saint dragon was shocked.

Then turn your attention back to the battlefield.

Whether it was the light blue dragon or the golden dragon, they were all forced to disintegrate at this moment.

The light blue dragon transformed into four dragon kings, and the golden dragon turned into thirty-six divine dragons.

Without exception, they all couldn't muster the slightest strength.

The lucky blue dragon just now slowly weakened and even began to shrink. It could only shrink behind Ao Jin and let out bursts of mournful cries.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

Facing three saint-level fighters.

Zulong actually turned defeat into victory at the last moment?

"This... this is blood suppression..." Ao Fang seemed to have thought of something, his eyes filled with horror.

In the ancient times, there were classes among many races.

For example, the dragon clan, which has stronger bloodlines, has an invisible suppression on those with weaker bloodlines.

This suppression has nothing to do with realm, but only with the level of bloodline.

"Yes! Bloodline suppression, I thought I wouldn't need to use this trick, but plans cannot keep up with changes!" Zulong said jokingly.

"But haven't we already elevated our bloodline to the peak? Even the saint-level dragons shouldn't be able to suppress us!" Ao Qing, the ancient East China Sea Dragon King, was puzzled.

"You are right, but don't forget, I am the ancestor of the dragon clan. I created the dragon clan, so I have the power of life and death over all dragons." Zulong laughed and said, "Even if there are dragons stronger than me, they will be suppressed by me."

"So, your resistance is all in vain! At the same time, I also thank you for the surprise you gave me."

At this moment, all the dragons present had expressions of unwillingness on their faces.

They don't want to become tools for the Ancestral Dragon to seize power, nor do they want the dragon clan to repeat the same mistakes.

"Don't even think about using my dragon clan anymore!" Ao Fang gritted his teeth.

"That's not up to you!" Zulong looked at Ao Jin and said with a smile, "You should be the rising star of my dragon clan, the pride of my dragon clan! Now I'm giving you a chance. Submit to me, and I can let you live!"

"My dragon clan only respects the ancestor Qi Tian. You, Zulong, are not worthy to be the ancestor of my dragon clan!" Ao Jin said sternly, trying desperately to stand up, but to no avail.

The bloodline suppression is not as great as the realm pressure.

Bloodline suppression originates from deep within the bloodline and cannot be resisted.

"Father!"

At this moment, an old voice sounded.

Then, several dragons were seen crawling in front of the Ancestral Dragon.

But the strange thing is that these dragons are basically all damaged. Some have broken tails, some are blind, and some are missing legs...

At first glance, these dragons give people a heavy and decadent feeling, as if they will soon be annihilated.

These dragons may have been quite powerful in the past, but their origins have suffered severe damage and they don't have much time left to live.

The one who just spoke was a blind black dragon.

"You are...Ao Xu!"

When the old dragon appeared, Zulong was slightly surprised.

"That's right, father, I've finally been looking forward to your return!" The old black dragon Ao Xu's blind eyes were filled with tears.

The other dragons around him also prostrated themselves respectfully, their eyes also filled with tears!
These dragons were all injured members of the dragon clan when the three clans were fighting for supremacy.

It is also a relic of the Long-Han dispute.

"It's a good thing that you are alive. I will find a way to replenish your origin and help me manage the dragon clan. It's time to reorganize the dragon clan now." Zulong ordered.

However, Ao Xu hesitated for a moment and begged, "Father, please let them go! This is no longer the era of our dragon clan. There is no need to drag them into this turmoil. They have suffered enough trauma..."

As soon as the words fell, silence fell.

After a while, Zulong looked at Ao Xu and said disappointedly: "Do you know what you are saying? I thought you understood me very well, but you don't!"

"Father, I know, I know that your wish is to unify the ancient world. But now is not the era of the dragon clan. And... the dragon clan is not too strong in the ancient world..." Ao Xu cried.

"Impossible! I know there are six saints in the prehistoric world. But now there are four saints in my dragon clan who are absolutely top-notch. We may be able to compete." Zulong said.

"You are so ignorant. Don't you know that the human race has three sovereigns, five emperors and eight saints? Even the Saint Taiqing and the Goddess Nuwa have a great connection with the human race. How can the dragon race dominate the world? It's wishful thinking!" Ao Jin sneered.

"This is impossible!" Zulong shouted again.

In his opinion, during the Longhan catastrophe, no one became a saint, and during the Wuyao catastrophe, only a few saints destined by heaven achieved enlightenment.

How could there be so many saints today?

"Father, this is true..." Ao Xu said.

"Then my dragon clan has unlimited potential. As long as I take charge of the dragon clan, I will definitely make it stronger!" Zulong said firmly.

At this time, Zulong could no longer listen to anything.

"Then father, above the saints there is Hongjun Daozu, how can our dragon clan dominate the prehistoric world?" Ao Xu asked again.

"Hongjun is the spokesperson for Heaven, he doesn't count!" Zulong said stubbornly.

Ao Xu sighed and shook his head: "Father, you said so much, but you just wanted to use the dragon clan to fulfill your wish. Back then, weren't you hurting the dragon clan enough? So many of them died... Father, stop it!"

"Get out!" Zulong waved his sleeves, and Ao Xu flew backwards.

"If you say one more word, I will kill you!"

Then Zulong looked around at the dragons above the East China Sea, his eyes filled with ruthlessness: "Now, whoever disobeys will die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a person slowly falling down.

"Zulong, I haven't seen you for many years. You are so majestic!"

When he saw who was coming, or rather felt that familiar breath, Zulong's body trembled violently.

"Luo Hou, why didn't you die?"

"Zulong, you are so pitiful. It seems that Hongjun didn't tell you anything!" Luohou said.

"I don't care about those things. You plotted to harm our three clans back then. I'll settle the score with you sooner or later. But not now!" Zulong said coldly.

In fact, it’s not that he doesn’t want to settle the score. After all, the reason why he ended up in such a miserable situation back then was all because of this person’s scheme.

The most important thing is that he can't actually see what level of cultivation the person in front of him has or what level of strength he has.

The unknown makes him a little scared!
"I'm not here to settle accounts with you. My master has ordered you, the Ancestral Dragon, to get out of the dragon clan!" Luohou looked up and said.

After being looked at like this by Luohou, Zulong couldn't help but take a step back.

However, Zulong remained stubborn and calmed down, sneering, "Master? You actually became someone else's slave?"

"It is my honor to follow the master. How can you, Hongjun's dog, have the qualifications to say such things?" Luohou sneered.

"You're looking for death!" Zulong suddenly exploded with emotion, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"What do you know? I just signed an agreement with Hongjun. We are in a cooperative relationship."

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Zulong took action directly.

"A loser like you dares to bark in front of me!" Luohou snorted coldly and stretched out a hand.

The charging Ancestral Dragon seemed to have something stuck in his neck at this moment, twisting his body constantly, with a hideous look on his face, and in great pain.

"How...can you be so strong!?" Zulong was shocked.

He thought that Luohou was at most one level higher than him.

But once they took action, the gap became apparent.

To subdue him with one move is not as simple as just one level of heaven.

"It's not that I'm strong, but you're too useless!" Luohou casually threw Zulong aside.

"Since you are still stubborn, go to hell!"

When the word "death" fell, Zulong panicked.

Because he really felt the threat of death from Luohu.

He has just returned to the primitive world, his ambitions are not yet accomplished, and he doesn't want to die yet!

Thinking of this, he tried his best to escape.

Using all my strength, I wanted to stay alive.

Just now he was showing off his might among the dragon clan, but now he has become a stray dog.

Luohou did not move, but a spear appeared in his hand.

"A piece of trash like this is worthy of being my opponent!"

Although Sun Wukong did not ask him to kill Zulong, Luohou still wanted to kill him.

The next moment, he threw the God-killing Spear in his hand.

"Whoosh!"

The God-killing Spear is a powerful weapon in the prehistoric world. When it is controlled by Luohou, there are probably not many people in the entire prehistoric world who can withstand this attack, including Zulong.

When the fleeing Ancestral Dragon felt the devastating power of the God-Slaying Spear, he wished he could be faster.

However, the God-killing Spear seemed to be able to jump through space and soon caught up with the Ancestral Dragon.

The tip of the gun, flashing with a cold light, was aimed at Zulong.

Zulong knew that if he was hit by this shot, there would be almost no chance of survival.

"Hongjun...save me!"

With his life at his wit's end, Zulong could only call for help. (End of this chapter)