Primordial Era: My father is Hongjun, who dares disobey!

"Thank you, Venerable Daoist!"

Jiang Daoxuan bowed slightly. He had just transmigrated and his thoughts were somewhat confused, but he also vaguely understood something.

At that moment, a huge, jet-black spear came hurtling towards them, accompanied by a furious shout.

"You brat Hongjun, take this spear from your ancestor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a torrent of demonic energy surged forth, and the Demon Ancestor Rahu, wielding a supreme innate treasure, charged forward.

He already possessed extremely high status, and was considered a prominent figure among the three thousand demon gods of chaos. If he hadn't been killed by Pangu once, he would have already shattered the primordial world and recreated a new realm.

"furious!"

Hongjun dared not be careless, nor was he afraid at all. He directly activated the Chaos Treasure, the Jade Tablet of Creation, easily blocking the attack. Then he shouted loudly,

"Raise your eyebrows, seize the universe, understand yin and yang—if you don't act now, when will you?"

As soon as the words fell, four divine and demonic figures reappeared on Buzhou Mountain, their powerful auras overwhelming the heavens and earth. They were the four who had come with Hongjun earlier.

"We've arrived!"

The moment the powerful sound subsided, the killing move followed. Ancestor Yangmei instantly transformed into a hollow willow branch, sweeping down a single strand that tore through the void and swept across tens of thousands of miles.

Qiankun and Yinyang exchanged a glance and simultaneously unleashed their most precious treasures, the Yin-Yang Taiji Pearl and the Qiankun Cauldron, both attacking Demon Ancestor Rahu.

As expected of the renowned innate demon god, Rahu was able to defeat the four of them with just the twelfth-grade innate treasure, the Black Lotus of Annihilation.

For a time,

The situation became increasingly dire, and the primordial continent showed faint signs of breaking apart.

At this moment, Jiang Daoxuan finally understood everything and knew what was happening before his eyes.

Looking up again, he frowned as he gazed at the devastated, ancient continent, his heart filled with unbearable sorrow.

Although he was transformed from the Father God Qinglian, he currently has no cultivation foundation. In other words, apart from his different origins and fortune, he is now just like a real human created by Nuwa in the future.

"No, there's another way. The great calamity originated from the struggle between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, and the three clans are destined to wash away their sins generation after generation."

In an instant, Jiang Daoxuan seemed to have a solution.

With a swift movement, he arrived beside the three Ancestral Dragons, who had already materialized into their physical forms.

A glance revealed that Zulong was a burly middle-aged man, Shiqilin had a full head of white hair and appeared somewhat composed, while Yuanfeng was a beautiful woman with a graceful figure and sweat beading on her forehead.

Clearly, the three were doing their utmost to resist the backlash from the Heavenly Tribulation Qi, hoping to preserve a sliver of life for their race.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist."

Seeing Dao Xuan stride towards them, the three opened their tightly closed eyes and spoke in unison.

Jiang Daoxuan remained silent, quietly examining the black aura surrounding the three of them.

"The karma is intertwined, and the calamity has entered my body. Although the three of you helped me transform and gain a lot of Heavenly Dao merit, it is just a drop in the ocean compared to the killing I have committed."

Upon hearing this,

A glint of light flashed in the eyes of all three of them. They knew that Jiang Daoxuan must have a way to save them.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, please save the life of my Phoenix Clan. We only ask to survive and ask for nothing more. We wish to be friends with you for generations and never be enemies."

Yuan Feng spoke first. As the only woman among the three, it was quite reasonable for her to speak at this moment.

Jiang Daoxuan remained silent, instead scrutinizing her closely once more. He saw that Yuan Feng's face was veiled by a light gauze, revealing her graceful figure. Her body radiated heat, adding to her fiery allure.

Of course, he had no other thoughts at the moment; he was simply pondering the conditions.

Not long after,

Even the First Qilin could not bear to see its clansmen perish one by one, so it finally swallowed its pride and earnestly pleaded, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, please save my Qilin clan. My clan is willing to transform into auspicious creatures and serve you for millions of years."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Daoxuan's eyes. He thought to himself that the Primordial Qilin was really willing to go to great lengths to be at his disposal for millions of years. He wondered if the original overlord of heaven and earth could handle it.

Of the three, only Zu Long remained silent, maintaining a trace of the dragon race's pride from beginning to end.

Jiang Daoxuan was not in a hurry. The longer it dragged on, the deeper the sins of the three races would become, and the heavier the backlash from Heaven would be.

"Emperor Zulong, do you have anything to say? Your servant will..."

"roar!"

Before Jiang Daoxuan could finish speaking, Zulong let out a roar, clearly extremely dissatisfied with Jiang Daoxuan's contempt.

"You do have some backbone, but I wonder how your remaining thousands of dragon descendants will withstand this calamity of heaven?"

A hint of hesitation flashed across Zu Long's rugged face; his lips parted slightly, but he remained speechless.

Yes, his Dragon Clan suffered countless casualties among its million Xuan Immortals, and those above the Taiyi level were almost completely wiped out.

These are all sins committed by his dragon clan in the past, and their counterattack is even more severe than that of the other two clans. If they do not submit to Dao Xuan now, how can they survive?

Time passed in the blink of an eye, seemingly countless eons to the First Emperor.

a long time,

The majestic body of the First Emperor seemed to be drained of its strength in an instant, quickly withering away and appearing utterly dejected.

"Fellow Daoist, would you grant me my life and my cultivation in exchange for the survival of the Dragon Clan?"

With each word he uttered, it seemed as if the First Emperor had exhausted all his strength.

Jiang Daoxuan neither answered nor refused, as if he was pondering.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the remaining dragons wept uncontrollably upon hearing the words of the Ancestral Dragon, who was willing to sacrifice his cultivation and life for the sake of the dragon race's longevity.

"Dragon Ancestor, no! What does it matter if we die? The Dragon Clan only needs you!"

"We, the dragon race, swear to follow our Dragon Ancestor to the death!"

"I swear to follow the Dragon Ancestor to the death!"

……

The dragon's roar echoed continuously, moving Jiang Daoxuan, who immediately responded in kind.

"Very well! But from this day forward, your dragon race will be subject to my orders."

"Alright!" Zu Long gritted his teeth and agreed.

Immediately, he completely opened his mind and transformed into a colossal dragon, its scales shimmering and its claws capable of shattering stars and seas.

"roar--!"

After a long sigh, his figure quickly vanished, but his gaze remained fixed on Jiang Daoxuan. Jiang Daoxuan, understanding his meaning, softly bid him farewell:

"Go in peace."

At the same time, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the remaining hundreds of dragons let out a mournful cry in unison, their voices pitiful and moving, their grief unending.

……

Soon,

Jiang Daoxuan now held a perfectly round dragon pearl in his hand, its three colors—black gold, azure, and dark blue—intertwined and intertwined, containing the stars of the four seas and the sun and moon hanging upside down.

Clearly, this was the Ancestral Dragon's innate treasure, the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. However, under the Ancestral Dragon's cultivation at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, it was completely transformed into a genuine innate supreme treasure.

It can command the four seas, summon ten thousand dragons, harness the primordial waters, and even transform into the size of a star to defend against enemies; it can truly be called a supreme treasure.

Its interior is also a self-contained grotto, a perfect place for Dao Xuan to cultivate himself.

Jiang Daoxuan carefully examined the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, which was the size of a pigeon's egg, in his hand. He felt regretful, but he was still full of anticipation.

"Ancestral Dragon, perhaps, countless eons later, we will meet again. I hope you will not disappoint me then."

He immediately acquired it.