Primordial Era: I am the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones, the gatekeeper of the Great Dao.

Chapter 29 Kunpeng is furious, Hongjun is dumbfounded!

"good!"

Xuandu and the three ancestors of the human race responded in unison, nodding in greeting.

They looked up at the human race's fortune flowing in the heavens.

With a wave of his arm, he rallied hundreds of millions of people and began to guide the destiny of the world.

"Humanity must strive to become stronger!"

"Good fortune gathers!"

The three ancestors of the human race each took out the three sacred artifacts of the human race.

The undying flame, the mysterious nest, and a black robe are symbols of human civilization.

"The Golden Core Laws, the Essence of Martial Arts, manifest!"

Xuandu was not to be outdone, and he used all his supernatural powers, even resorting to the authority of the Human Cult to influence the fortune of the human race.

next moment.

Strands of fortune slowly gathered in the sky, eventually forming a long, dazzling, crimson-gold river.

"The golden dragon of destiny is about to be born, everyone please hold on a little longer."

Upon seeing this, Yinglong's eyes flashed with joy, and he encouraged everyone.

The Ancestral Dragon Pearl in his hand seemed to sense some kind of summons and became extremely hot.

The soul of the Ancestral Dragon began to surge violently, and bursts of dragon might shot straight into the sky.

Following this, under the influence of the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, the River of Fortune of the human race began to undergo astonishing changes.

Gradually, it coalesced into a lifelike golden dragon symbolizing good fortune.

Each dragon scale shimmered with dazzling light, and the dragon's roar was deafening.

"go!"

Yinglong swung his right hand sharply, throwing the Ancestral Dragon Pearl into the body of the Golden Dragon of Fortune.

Subsequently, the soul of the Ancestral Dragon merged into the Golden Dragon of Fortune.

At this moment, the golden dragon of fortune seemed to be given a soul, no longer just a symbol of fortune.

Instead, it will become a mighty dragon that shakes the eight wastelands.

"Senior Yinglong, the time has come!"

"Please quickly use the Dragon Clan's secret techniques to help the Ancestral Dragon control the Golden Dragon of Destiny."

Xuan Du, who was standing to the side, spoke up to remind him.

Upon hearing this, Yinglong lightly made a hand seal, summoning the divine dragons from all directions.

Under the guidance of Yinglong, countless divine dragons infused the Golden Dragon of Fortune with streams of power imbued with the aura of the dragon race.

With the infusion of these laws of power, the body of the Golden Dragon of Fortune became more and more solid, and the aura of the Ancestral Dragon became more and more powerful.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Above the horizon, a golden dragon of fortune coiled endlessly, its crimson-gold light gradually receding.

The wisps of energy seemed to be solidifying into real muscles and scales.

However, this dragon is not that dragon; it is formed from the destiny of the human race and cannot condense into a real physical body.

"roar!"

A dragon's roar resounded through the heavens.

The golden dragon, imbued with the ancestral dragon pearl in its mouth, had lively, intelligent eyes.

"We respectfully welcome the reborn Ancestral Dragon!"

Yinglong led the entire dragon clan to kneel down in unison, expressing their respect to the golden dragon of fortune.

At this moment, the will of the Ancestral Dragon seemed to sense the call of the Dragon Clan and began to slowly awaken.

"I am the First Emperor of Dragons, but haven't I already perished and vanished?"

"Now, it has actually become the Golden Dragon of Humanity's Destiny!"

Zu Long was filled with doubt, but then it dawned on him.

However, his primordial spirit was still somewhat chaotic, and his memories of the Dragon-Han Calamity and the past had all become blurry.

All that remained were the many supernatural abilities and techniques he had mastered in the past, deeply ingrained in his primordial spirit.

"Exactly!"

"From this day forward, only the golden dragon of human destiny will exist!"

"Senior Ancestral Dragon, you perished in the Dragon-Han Calamity, but now you have been reborn through the fortune of the human race."

"We hope you will do everything in your power to protect humanity!"

Xuandu said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The identity of the overlord of the three innate races has long been a thing of the past.

"And who are you?"

The First Emperor's voice boomed like thunder as he stared intently at Xuan Du, as if trying to see right through him.

Xuandu was surrounded by a rich aura of the Human Religion, with three flowers blooming on his head, purple energy coming from the east, and countless strange phenomena converging on him.

Anyone with discerning eyes can tell that he is a person with great fortune.

Although his current cultivation level is only Taiyi Golden Immortal, his luck and merits far exceed the imagination of the Ancestral Dragon.

Zu Long sighed inwardly, realizing that this person's profound foundation was probably beyond the reach of ordinary Hunyuan Golden Immortals.

Xuan Du remained calm and replied indifferently:

"This junior is a disciple of the Supreme Sage, entrusted by my master to manage the authority of the Human Religion and to educate the human race!"

"It was through the cooperation of this junior and the human race with Senior Yinglong that you were able to be reborn."

After speaking, he gave a slight bow.

Upon hearing this, the First Emperor felt a sense of unease and began to deduce the secrets of heaven.

After a short while, they learned about the current situation in the prehistoric world and the Taiqing Saint mentioned by Xuandu.

"The dragon race is the sacred guardian race of the human race, and I am also the golden dragon of human destiny, so I should shoulder the important responsibility of protecting the human race."

"Perhaps at the beginning of my resurrection, a sliver of hope still lingered in my heart."

"But now, there are countless powerful beings in the primordial world, and I have no desire to contend for supremacy in the primordial world or gather the fortune of the Heavenly Dao."

"From this day forward, my dragon race will stand shoulder to shoulder with the human race!"

The shock in Zu Long's heart could not be calmed for a long time.

Hongjun Daozu was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, and all his disciples were Heavenly Dao Saints.

The situation in the primordial world is turbulent, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches are no weaker than they were at their peak.

The strength of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi should not be underestimated.

In contrast, the dragon race has lost its former glory and appears somewhat insignificant compared to the strength of the witch and demon races.

"The human race has extraordinary potential. I hope Senior Zulong will not underestimate the human race."

"Furthermore, the stronger the human race becomes, the faster your strength will recover."

"With your current cultivation level at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, you are far from being able to restore the prestige of the Ancestral Dragon."

The First Dragon did not perfectly merge with the destiny of the human race.

Only when he completely lets go of the past can he win the recognition of the human race's destiny.

As a result, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, and he returned to his former peak.

"That's excellent!"

"I need some time to sort out my memories, so I'm going into seclusion for now."

After speaking, Zulong's figure transformed into a stream of light and vanished into the void in an instant.

I plan to go into seclusion to process these astonishing news and sort out my thoughts.

Xuandu gazed in the direction where the Ancestral Dragon had departed, and the heavy weight in his heart finally lifted.

He was afraid that the First Emperor would be stubborn and unable to let go of the past.

It seems that Zulong's adaptability is quite good.

With Cangjie's invention of characters and the rebirth of the First Dragon, a series of events occurred among the human race, causing great alarm among all living beings in the primordial world.

The Thirty-Third Heaven, the Demon Master's Palace.

"How dare these mere humans steal my inspiration and create their own script?"

"To use this opportunity to gain so much merit from Heaven is truly hateful!"

"Even that old bastard Zu Long has been resurrected."

Kunpeng was furious, and the entire Demon Master Palace was in a mess.

Meanwhile, other factions reacted differently.

Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun was alarmed by the affairs of the human race.

Beyond the Chaotic Heavens, lies the Purple Cloud Palace.

The flow of Taoist principles is profound and mysterious.

The golden wheel of Heaven hangs high, and the Dao Ancestor Hongjun suddenly opens his eyes.

"The Dragon Clan became the guardian holy race of humanity, thus breaking free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao!"

"Now the First Emperor has been reborn and returned."

"The grand scheme of things is beyond my comprehension; who is manipulating everything behind the scenes?"

The voice of Hongjun Daozu slowly echoed within Zixiao Palace.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a deep light flashed in his eyes.

After a long while, he sighed.

His figure gradually merged into the Heavenly Dao Golden Wheel and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)