Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan

Deep within the North Sea Dragon Palace, the azure sea was stirred by an invisible pressure, causing undercurrents to surge.

Ao Shun, the Dragon King of the North Sea, sat on his jade throne, his face so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

The recent chaos in the Northern Sea is not a sudden disaster, but rather the eruption of long-standing problems.

The root cause is that after the Dragon Clan suffered a crushing defeat in the Dragon-Han Calamity, its vitality was severely damaged, and it no longer possessed the absolute hegemony that once ruled over all the scaled creatures.

The various demon saints who were once trampled by the iron hooves of the dragon clan have risen up one after another. They not only repeatedly challenge the majesty of the dragon palace, but even ordinary aquatic creatures have become more ambitious and are no longer willing to defend the increasingly waning dragon flag.

If this continues, and they lose the support of all living beings, even with the title of overlord of the four seas, the dragon race will be nothing more than a lone wolf waiting to be slaughtered in this vast and boundless deep sea, and its foundation will inevitably collapse completely.

Thinking of this, Ao Shun was filled with sorrow.

This situation of utter collapse was far beyond the power of a local lord to reverse.

"Your Majesty, this matter is not without a solution." The Turtle Prime Minister bowed and spoke, breaking the deathly silence in the hall. "The reason for this is that the Kunpeng Ancestor of the Northern Sea is going to hold a sermon on the Immortal Island recently. Now all the aquatic creatures of the four seas regard this as an opportunity and are going to pay homage, thus neglecting the Dragon Palace."

Seeing the Dragon King's gaze sweep over, the Turtle Prime Minister paused before adding, "Your Majesty previously ordered an investigation into this ancestor's whereabouts, and now I have definite information. That Kunpeng is a reincarnation of a primordial god and demon, with profound roots, and his momentum is currently at its peak."

Upon hearing this, Ao Shun remained silent for a long time, his expression growing even more solemn.

With the rise of the Northern Darkness Kunpeng, the Dragon Clan's situation has truly worsened. Fighting alone offers no chance of victory; their only option is to unite with their brothers and devise a grand plan.

"Go and prepare a generous gift, and go to Beiming on my behalf to investigate the situation." Ao Shun slowly stood up, his voice hoarse but resolute. "I will set off for the East Sea now to discuss countermeasures with my elder brother."

Meanwhile, deep within the eye of the Northern Sea, on a celestial island suspended in chaotic currents, purple aura travels thirty thousand miles eastward.

Countless aquatic creatures covered in scales and with wings on their backs gathered here, surrounding the entire island completely.

On the high platform, Kunpeng sat upright on a cloud bed, his body exuding Daoist charm, as if he had merged with this world.

Seeing that the time had come, Kunpeng slightly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly containing the illusion of a galaxy. He held nothing back, and as he spoke, the profound sounds of the Great Dao resounded, flowing freely and echoing throughout heaven and earth.

This lecture has been going on for thousands of years.

Kunpeng imparted all his insights into the ultimate meaning of wind and the great way of water.

The audience below was completely captivated; some experienced sudden enlightenment and their cultivation levels soared; others gained clarity of mind and true nature, discerning truth from falsehood.

As for Kunpeng himself, through these repeated explanations, he reviewed and learned anew. The originally obscure and difficult-to-understand laws and principles became clearer and clearer in his mind, and he truly reached the realm of consummate skill and mastery.

This unreserved transmission of the Dharma allowed all beings present to deeply feel the sincerity and selflessness of this great being.

Without needing to say more, Kunpeng had already won over the hearts of all the powerful figures present with his magnanimity alone.

As the sermon ended, countless streaks of light pierced the sky. Some beings chose to remain in the Northern Sea, vowing to serve it to the death.

The other group returned to the four seas with a wealth of spoils, spreading the name of the Kunpeng.

Seeing the creatures flocking to him like a tide, Kunpeng was in high spirits.

In the primordial world, the number of people was the only measure of reason, and all living beings were the source of destiny.

Although these aquatic creatures are small individually, they accumulate like grains of sand forming a tower. Once their numbers reach a critical point, they become a force powerful enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

Kunpeng pondered in his heart that although he lacked the talent for array formations and could not deduce peerless killing arrays such as the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array or the Wan Xian Array, the Northern Underworld Sea was the best line of defense.

If these creatures are educated and guided, they will surely become an indispensable piece on the chessboard of the primordial world.

"You may all disperse and properly digest what you have heard today," Kunpeng's voice resounded through the heavens. "When the time is right, I will hold another altar, and all who wish to hear the Dao may enter!"

After dismissing everyone, Kunpeng stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of the cliff, gazing southward.

At this time, the Wu and Yao races were constantly at odds, and the Heavenly Court's demon gods and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were locked in a life-or-death struggle, with the malevolent energy between heaven and earth growing increasingly intense.

This was the perfect opportunity for him to lie low in the Northern Sea and accumulate strength.

We are not concerned with short-term gains or losses, but only with securing a sliver of hope for survival in the impending catastrophe.

Shortly after the sermon ended, a peculiar being appeared in the Northern Sea.

Zhulong, one of the progenitors of the dragon race.

The reason Zhulong came was because the North Sea Dragon King traveled day and night to the East Sea Dragon Palace to report in detail to the East Sea Dragon King Ao Guang the crisis of the Northern Sea Incident, the Kunpeng preaching to gather the hearts of people from all over the world, and the crisis that shook the foundation of the dragon race.

Upon hearing this, Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, also looked solemn, knowing that this matter was beyond the control of the Four Seas Dragon Kings.

"This is a calamity that shakes the very foundation of my dragon clan, no ordinary matter!" Ao Guang said in a deep voice. "We must ask our ancestor to make the decision!"

Having said that, Ao Guang dared not delay and led Ao Shun deep into the darkest part of the East Sea, the Guixu Sea Eye.

There, lies the true essence of the dragon race—the progenitor Zhulong! Its dragon body is enormous and boundless, hidden in the chaotic air currents. With each breath, it causes the tides of the four seas to rise and fall. When it opens its eyes, it is day; when it closes its eyes, it is night. It is a primordial behemoth that survived the Dragon Han Dynasty's initial calamity.

Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, respectfully recounted in detail the rise of Kunpeng, the preaching of Beiming, and the disunity of the aquatic tribes. He also recounted the previous grievances between the demon Emperor Jun Donghuang Taiyi and Kunpeng, the Lord of Beiming.

Deep within the Ruins of Guixu, two enormous dragon eyes, as large as the sun and moon, slowly opened, causing the chaotic energy to surge.

An ancient and majestic voice resounded directly within the souls of the Two Dragon Kings: "Kunpeng... Lord of the Northern Sea... The Way of Gathering Power... I already know it."

Zhulong's voice carried the vicissitudes of time: "This is a variable. Very well, I will personally make a trip to Beiming to meet this...neighbor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the enormous dragon shadow in Guixu Sea's eyes suddenly shrank and solidified.

An indescribable force tore through space, carrying with it the might of a vast dragon and ripples of time, instantly disappearing into the depths of the East Sea. Kunpeng, who was in his quiet chamber contemplating the teachings he had gained, suddenly felt something.

He looked up beyond the immortal island and saw that the originally dark and cold Northern Sea and Sky were suddenly shrouded in an ancient and profound chaotic aura.

Space distorted silently, and the flow of time seemed to become viscous and uncertain.

A figure stepped out from that distorted spacetime node.

The newcomer was not a dragon with a body ten thousand feet tall, but an old man dressed in a black dragon robe, with an ancient face and eyes that seemed to contain all the changes of day and night since the beginning of time.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as deep as the sea, subtly resisting the desolate chill of the entire Northern Underworld.

It was none other than the progenitor of the dragon race, Zhulong!

His gaze calmly fell upon the immortal island, and a calm yet supremely majestic voice clearly rang out:

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng. Neighbor, here to pay a visit."