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

Although the purple aura of Beiming Immortal Island has dissipated, its Daoist charm remains.

On the immortal island, countless aquatic creatures trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground under the primordial pressure emanating from the depths of their bloodline.

With a flash, Kunpeng appeared at the edge of the immortal island, facing Zhulong across the void.

He remained calm, cupped his hands, and said, "So it is Fellow Daoist Zhulong who has graced us with his presence. This honor is an honor to our humble abode. Please come inside for a chat."

The two figures instantly moved to the pavilion in the center of the island.

Zhulong looked around, sensing the lingering echoes of his sermon and the awe and faith the island's inhabitants held in relation to Kunpeng, and a look of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"Kunpeng Daoist's methods are friendly."

Zhulong spoke, his voice calm and unreadable, "In a short time, you have gathered the power of the Northern Sea and drawn the hearts of the four seas."

"This merit of education is something that even I, an old man who has experienced the calamities of the Dragon and Han dynasties, greatly admire."

Kunpeng smiled calmly: "Fellow Daoist, you flatter me."

"It's nothing more than opening a door to the Dao for these creatures in the bitterly cold Northern Sea, and forging a good connection."

"The Dragon Clan rules the four seas, their foundation is deep and profound. How dare my meager cultivation shake their power?"

"Foundation?" Zhulong shook his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through time. "Before the Dragon-Han Calamity, our race was once at its zenith, regarding all living beings as mere weeds. But prosperity inevitably declines, and rigidity cannot last."

"That calamity destroyed too many things... Our clan was also severely weakened, leaving only an empty reputation." His words carried a hint of vicissitude and warning.

Kunpeng's heart stirred, knowing that the other party was reminding him of the terror of the great calamity and the principle of rise and fall: "Fellow Daoist is a senior who has experienced calamities, and your words of wisdom contain profound truths."

"What I seek is nothing more than a place to live and make a living in this game of heaven and earth, for myself and for all living beings in the Northern Sea, and to find a moment of carefree existence. I have no intention of competing with any power."

Zhulong's profound gaze lingered on Kunpeng's face for a moment before he slowly nodded: "Good. Fellow Daoist is able to see the big picture and understand what he seeks; very good."

"This primordial world is vast and boundless, enough to accommodate many fellow Daoists seeking survival. The Northern Sea is your place of cultivation, and the Dragon Clan will not disturb you without cause."

"I have come today not to criticize, but to establish a good connection. Fellow Daoist, your teachings to the aquatic creatures are also a way to regulate the water element, which is a contribution to the world. If you have the time, you are welcome to come to the Ruins of the East Sea for a chat."

Kunpeng understood the goodwill shown by Zhulong and was happy to befriend such an ancient being: "It is indeed my wish, but I dare not ask. I will definitely pay a visit in the future to listen to your teachings."

Zhulong nodded slightly, saying nothing more.

The two then began to discuss the Great Way.

As the manager of the previous great calamity, Zhulong was a being who participated in the Great Dao struggle.

It has gone further than Kunpeng on the path of Hunyuan.

Therefore, in their discussion, Kunpeng actually gained the upper hand.

The path between the two was one that one had already traveled extremely far, even just one step away from perfection, but in the end, it was not completed and instead ended midway.

The other is newly born, and although it has only just begun, it has infinite possibilities.

As the two discussed the Dao, a Daoist aura quietly permeated the air.

Zhulong spoke first, his voice seemingly carrying the weight of time: "In the beginning of the Dao, there was only chaos."

"When I observe the heavens and the earth, it is as if I were observing day and night. Opening my eyes is yang, and closing my eyes is yin. This is the basis of the flow of time."

After he finished speaking, a vast and ancient Taoist aura spread out, and the space inside the pavilion seemed to be stretched and distorted. The phantom of the river of time appeared and disappeared, depicting the grand scene of the alternation of day and night and the changing of eras since the beginning of time.

This is not a deliberate display of power, but rather a natural expression of one's cultivation.

However, this great road is covered with decay and severance.

Kunpeng focused intently, feeling as if he were standing on the edge of the ever-flowing river of time, experiencing its eternal rhythm without beginning or end.

He had an epiphany, and the feng shui energy around him flowed naturally, transforming into an invisible vortex that absorbed and analyzed the vast Dao of time.

He continued, "The Dao of Fellow Daoist connects the past and present, controls day and night, and is the guiding principle of the seasons of heaven and earth."

"The Great Dao is formless, yet it nurtures and transforms all things. What I have come to understand is that the wind has no constant force, and water has no constant shape; they gather and disperse, separate and unite, changing according to circumstances and following nature. This too is a path of the Great Dao."

As soon as he finished speaking, the chill of the Northern Sea outside the pavilion, which had been frozen by the pressure of the Candle Dragon, suddenly came alive. A gentle breeze arose from nothingness, stirring up tiny ice crystals and transforming them into mysterious patterns. Below, the deep sea moved without wind, its undercurrents subtly conforming to the principles of Yin and Yang.

Guided by Kunpeng's will, the power of wind and water is no longer simply about destruction or nourishment, but evolves into a natural cycle where endless vitality and destruction coexist, forming a wonderful resonance with Zhulong's grand and constant laws of time.

A strange light flashed in Zhulong's eyes, which contained the essence of the sun, moon, and stars.

Although the way of Kunpeng appears to be "newborn", it is an unconventional and dynamic principle of "feng shui nature".

It subtly touched upon some true meaning of "change" that he had never explored in depth.

This is precisely the dimension that the Candle Dragon Avenue may have overlooked during its long history of focusing on "control" and "order".

Zhulong nodded slightly: "The wind is unpredictable, the water is ever-changing, adapt to circumstances and change accordingly, all transformations arise from the mind... Excellent! Fellow Daoist's path is unique and contains infinite possibilities. I have indeed gained some insights into the path of 'variability'."

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to see the Dao created by my elder brother?" said Zhulong.

Kunpeng was pleasantly surprised, and learned the Way of the Ancestral Dragon.

The Dao of the First Emperor can be said to have become the sacred Dao, merging with heaven and earth. It can be said that he truly brought a great Dao to the ultimate level below the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

In the depths of Zhulong's eyes, which contained the power of time, it seemed as if an ancient star map was spinning.

He didn't say anything more, but slowly raised his withered finger and gently touched the dark Northern Netherworld outside the pavilion.

Om-!

A tiny ray of light bloomed from his fingertip, initially as small as a bean, but in an instant it expanded and spread, transforming into a complex and profound Dao mark that could not be described in words!

This mark is not a physical entity, but a pure manifestation of the Dao. At its core is the shadow of an ancestral dragon coiled in chaos, its head held high and roaring!

Around the dragon's shadow, the river of time flowed, and countless blurry figures belonging to the myriad beings of the primordial world rose and fell, struggled, and transformed within it...

Ultimately, their forms all evolved in the same direction—the dragon!

A grand, domineering will, seemingly capable of encompassing the heavens and ruling over all things, spread out.

Kunpeng's mind was shaken. He clearly perceived the core truth conveyed in the mark: all living beings under heaven, whether birds and beasts, plant spirits and monsters, scaled insects and insects, at the end of their life evolution, the ultimate form they pursue in the Great Dao should be—the dragon!

This is the "Way of the Dragon" created by the First Dragon with his supreme power and faith!

It is not a simple inheritance of bloodline, but an ultimate evolutionary blueprint that is close to "Tao", and an ultimate sublimation of life form.

The First Dragon wanted to use this path to establish the order of the primordial world, making the dragon race the sole ruler to whom all spirits submitted and who were favored by the Great Dao.

"This is the Dao of my elder brother, Zulong."

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