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

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."

Zhulong's voice carried a sense of desolation and reminiscence that seemed to transcend eternity. The Great Dao mark slowly swirled at his fingertips, reflecting in his deep dragon eyes.

"He observed the evolution of heaven and earth and the changes of living beings, and finally firmly believed that the 'dragon' is the most perfect, most in line with the Great Dao, and most promising life form in the world."

"All spiritual beings, regardless of their starting point, should ultimately transform into dragons through cultivation. If this path is achieved, the primordial world will revere dragons, and all other paths will be subordinate to the Dragon Path."

Kunpeng focused intently, sensing the domineering and majestic power contained within the mark.

He could see countless phantoms of living beings struggling and evolving in the radiance of the mark, growing scales, sharpening claws and teeth, and elongating their bodies, eventually transforming into dragon shadows of various shapes, emitting earth-shattering dragon roars.

This scene is extremely impactful, filled with a fervent belief in the ultimate form of life.

"However..." Zhulong's tone shifted, the light from the mark on his fingertip dimming slightly. The phantoms of some of the beings involved became blurred, distorted, and even collapsed during the dragon transformation process. "The Great Dao is supremely just, yet also extremely difficult. Although my brother is exceptionally talented, he proved the Dao through force, almost touching the threshold of the Primordial Chaos realm, desiring to attain the supreme sainthood and rule the primordial world through this Dao. Alas..."

The ripples of time in Zhulong's eyes fluctuated violently, as if he had been pulled back to that catastrophe that swept across the world.

"The First Calamity of the Dragon and Han Dynasties!" Kunpeng understood in his heart.

"Not bad." Zhulong's voice lowered, carrying a trace of barely perceptible pain and regret. "This path has the highest aspirations, aiming to encompass all spirits, but its foundation is ultimately too domineering, attempting to forcibly reverse the true nature of all spirits and defy the inherent order of the primordial world."

"Although my brother has already made it so that all scaled creatures in the world take the transformation into a dragon as the ultimate path of evolution, this is the cornerstone of the 'Way of the Dragon,' and also the foundation upon which our clan once ruled over all scaled creatures."

He paused, and the image of the scaled creatures transforming into dragons within the Great Dao imprint became exceptionally clear and smooth.

"However, birds have their own way. The Yuanfeng, carrying the might of the Immortal Volcano, created the method of Nirvana and Rebirth. Its path is fiery, and its will is noble. How could it willingly bow down and transform into a dragon?"

"The First Qilin sits in the central land, wielding the virtue of Earth, and practicing the path of auspiciousness. Its nature is benevolent, and its way is vast. How could it possibly submit to my brother's 'end'?"

Zhulong's gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing the earth-shattering battle for supremacy from the past.

"The three races stand in a tripartite balance, each aspiring to be the protagonist of heaven and earth, and each possessing an unquestionable foundation in the Great Dao."

"My brother's path, though grand in its intentions, has failed to truly encompass the original nature of all spirits. Instead, its domineering nature has aroused the fear of the Heavenly Dao and provoked the desperate resistance of the Primordial Phoenix and the First Qilin."

"That great battle... the murderous aura soared to the heavens, the calamity boiled, and even the laws of the Great Dao shattered under the clash of the three races' progenitors' power... the Qilin was stained with blood, the Phoenix wept tears, and the True Dragon lost its wings... how many innate beings perished, and how many blessed lands were reduced to scorched earth..."

Zhulong's voice carried a heavy weariness, and the Dao mark on his fingertips slowly dissipated, as if it could no longer bear the weight of those heavy memories.

"The struggle for supremacy, the battle for destiny... in the end, it is nothing more than the Heavenly Dao using our hands to cleanse the world and restore order."

"Our clan suffered a great loss of vitality. Our ancestral dragon brother... ultimately failed to push his 'Way of the Dragon' to the true 'End of All Spirits,' stopping at the scales and armor."

"And I... though I survived by sheer luck, my path is severed, and I can only guard the desolate ruins, tending to the tides of the four seas. A masterpiece by Yi Ye in the autumn rain, 'The Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan,' click to read now! To preserve the last vestiges of the Dragon Clan's fortune."

The two fell silent, and the pavilion became quiet for a moment.

Only the eternal chill of the Northern Sea and the lingering aura of calamity from Zhulong's words permeated the air.

The grand blueprint of "the dragon emerging from the end of all spirits" was ultimately just the unfulfilled ambition of the ancestral dragon, shattered by the cruel calamity and reality, leaving behind only a once glorious but scarred dragon race, and a profound warning about that catastrophe.

However, in Kunpeng's view, this was a pointless argument, and he was more interested in knowing why Zhulong was telling him all this.

Zhulong looked at Kunpeng, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you gather the power of the Northern Sea and perform the work of teaching and enlightening, which is also a path to unite all living beings and gather fortune."

"From my observation, your approach, which emphasizes the interplay of feng shui and following the natural flow, seems to prioritize 'guidance' and 'symbiosis' over 'domination' and 'unification'."

"This path... may be more resilient than the path my brother followed back then, and more in line with that sliver of hope under the Heavenly Dao."

He sighed deeply, his voice filled with endless vicissitudes: "The path of the Great Way is difficult to walk alone! To lead all beings on the same path is even more difficult! I hope my fellow Daoists... will be cautious and strive diligently."

Zhulong's words, like the deepest ice in the Northern Sea, deeply imprinted the glorious and tragic "Way of the Dragon" of the Ancestral Dragon and the bloody lessons of the Dragon-Han Calamity into Kunpeng's mind.

This is not only a recollection of the past, but also a warning for the future.

In reality, after saying all that, Zhulong's true purpose was to use Kunpeng's help to rescue the Ancestral Dragon, who was trapped in the four extremes of heaven and earth and had transformed into the Azure Dragon, one of the four sacred beasts of heaven and earth, from the eastern extreme.

However, this goal needs to be achieved gradually so that Kunpeng can believe in him and his roommate Zhulong can achieve his objective.

And this method is the way of the dragon.

Although Kunpeng is said to be an innate god or demon, its true form still has two forms.

Kun fish, Peng bird!

The mark of the Dragon's Way is the catalyst, a catalyst that allows Kunpeng to help the Ancestral Dragon escape its predicament.

This was a contingency plan left behind by the First Emperor. Originally, it should have been completed by Zhulong himself, but Zhulong is now seriously injured and his condition has worsened. In addition, his entire body is tightly bound by chains formed from the karma of heaven and earth, so he can't exert even one percent of his strength and is simply unable to do it.

The appearance of Kunpeng was just right; it was an aquatic creature and possessed great strength.

Most importantly, the other party is now gathered in one place, bringing together countless living beings, and is blessed with good fortune.

He's the perfect candidate.

However, these Kunpengs were completely unaware of this, as they were currently engrossed in comprehending the imprint of the Dragon Path.

The reason Kunpeng left this mark was that he was completely unaware of Zhulong's scheme.

Or perhaps Kunpeng is lacking, but he doesn't care, he has absolute confidence in his own strength.

Zhulong then spoke up, saying, "If you like this mark so much, fellow Daoist, how about I lend it to you? I will send a junior member of my clan to retrieve it three hundred years later?"

"This is inappropriate, fellow Daoist, you should take it back!"

Kunpeng refused Zhulong's offer.

The other party's attitude towards me was so friendly, it was almost unbelievable for a creature from the primordial era.

Unlike that arrogant dragon clan.

Kunpeng didn't know what Zhulong was planning, but he did know that Mo Zhan had too much karmic connection.