Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Hidden within the endless chaotic void is a vast star field independent of the Origin God Realm.

The ancient dragon clan, a secluded sect.

This place is isolated from the world.

The earth-shattering events outside—the destruction of the ancient gods and the payment of protection fees by various powers—had not reached this place at all.

Outer gate, Elder's Hall.

The First Elder, Ao Kun, stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the Dragon Clan's sacred mountain shrouded in clouds and mist.

The pressure from the Supreme Realm flowed smoothly within his body without leaking out.

Calm and composed.

This is the foundation that allows Ao Kun to live for several eras and maintain his position as the Grand Elder of the Outer Sect.

He was thinking.

Ninety years later, the Abyss of the Ancestral Dragon is about to open.

This is a momentous event that will sweep across the entire ancient dragon race, an ultimate baptism of bloodline transformation.

There are very few spots available.

There are tens of millions of outer sect disciples, but only three spots are available.

He held the power of life and death to decide who got those three spots.

To command the wind and rain.

A calculating glint flashed in Ao Kun's eyes.

His only son, Ao Lie.

He has cultivated for tens of millions of years and consumed countless resources, yet his cultivation level remains stuck at the Star String Realm.

Poor talent and weak foundation.

If placed outside the gate, it wouldn't even qualify as mid-tier.

but.

so what?

As long as he remains the Grand Elder, Ao Lie will definitely be one of the three spots.

The baptism of the First Dragon is enough to defy fate and change one's destiny.

However, baptism alone is not enough.

Two tall, aloof figures appeared in Ao Kun's mind.

Ao Ying, Ao Jue.

These two sisters.

With no background, no powerful connections, and even the basic resources allocated to them by the outer sect each month were often deducted.

But in this desperate situation...

They cultivated to the Cosmic Light Realm solely through their own bloodline and comprehension!

Exceptional talent.

Just give them one baptismal spot.

It's almost a certainty that he will break through to the highest level and enter the inner sect in the future.

Once you enter the inner gate, you'll soar to new heights.

Ao Kun's fingers tapped lightly on the window frame.

Hey.

Hey.

He was making plans.

What if Ao Lie were to subdue these two sisters?

All you need to do is use baptismal slots as leverage.

Cut off all their escape routes.

He forced them to willingly become Ao Lie's Daoist partners, or... his furnaces.

When they become supreme gods in the future, Ao Lie will naturally be able to enjoy a life of luxury as well.

My lineage will finally gain a firm foothold among the ancient dragon clan.

Ao Kun stopped striking.

His expression returned to its usual calm and serene state.

When they return, we must find a plausible reason to strip them of all their contribution points.

They were left with no other choice but to rely on themselves.

In a multidimensional crevice, trillions of light-years away from the Dragon Clan.

The violent spatial turbulence was enough to tear even a True Venerable Realm expert to shreds.

But at the moment.

A peerless black dragon, tens of thousands of feet long and covered with purple-gold dragon scales, was steadily navigating through the turbulent currents.

Ao Ying.

She manifested the true form of the ancient dragon race.

The dragon's might was overwhelming, forcibly pushing aside the surrounding dimensional storms.

And between her broad, flat dragon horns.

Su Yu, dressed in a plain robe, sat quietly cross-legged.

His expression was calm and serene.

Not a trace of his aura was leaking out.

The four pieces of [Boundless Star Abyss Essence] perfectly locked all his physical mass and vital energy within his body.

It's like a mortal with no cultivation whatsoever.

Behind him.

Ao Jue still retains his human form.

Wearing a dark, form-fitting long dress and black stockings, her legs were together as she knelt behind Su Yu.

She stretched out her fair and slender hands and massaged Su Yu's shoulders with just the right amount of force.

"Master, is the force enough?"

Ao Jue asked softly, his tone revealing a hint of cautious flattery.

"Um."

Su Yu nodded slightly, without opening his eyes.

He could feel that Ao Jue's fingers trembled slightly when they touched his shoulder.

It wasn't fear, but rather being awestruck by the sheer density of that incredibly restrained physical body.

It can't be pressed.

Ao Jue secretly complained to himself.

The master's shoulders were countless times harder than even the most advanced divine metal.

Even though he was a Venerable One at the Reverse Power Realm, he tried his best to squeeze, but he couldn't even press down a single bit of flesh.

It can only barely create a massage sensation by relying on the dimensional laws of the fingertips.

"We're almost there."

Ao Ying's voice came from the massive dragon body below.

There was a hint of barely suppressed excitement in his voice.

It also carried a hint of solemnity.

"Owner."

Ao Jue stopped what he was doing and bent down slightly.

"The Primordial Dragon Clan is a reclusive sect."

"A peerless killing formation passed down from the ancient times has been set up around it, called the 'Nine Nether Dragon Trapping Formation'."

"Without the special token for inner disciples, trying to force your way in will only invite indiscriminate slaughter from the formation."

Ao Jue's tone was very serious.

"and."

"According to the rules, the Ancestral Dragon Baptism will not begin for another ninety years."

"If you want to open the baptismal pool in advance."

"It must be approved personally by the Supreme Elder of the Inner Sect."

Inner Sect Supreme Elder.

Su Yu slowly opened his eyes.

A glint of light, a blend of silver and black, flashed and disappeared in an instant.

"What level is he at?"

Su Yu's voice was calm.

"Return to One Realm"

Ao Jue swallowed hard, his eyes filled with a natural awe for that realm.

"That is the true essence of the dragon race."

"Peerless expert".

"Master, although you are incredibly powerful, we should still be as careful as possible when facing an ancestor at the Unity Realm."

"If you can persuade them with resources, it's best to avoid conflict."

After all, this is the stronghold of the ancient dragon race.

In Ao Jue's mind, the Unity Realm was still an invincible god.

Moreover, there is more than one person at the Unity Realm in the inner sect of the Dragon Clan.

Su Yu listened to Ao Jue's advice.

His expression remained unchanged.

The Realm of Unity?

Unrivaled expert?

In Su Yu's mind, the two Guiyi Realm ancestors, Lei Xu and Lei Ji, who had been blown to pieces with a single punch, flashed through his mind.

He then took another look at the four pieces of [Boundless Star Abyss Essence] within his body.

Now I'll throw a punch myself.

Those who reach the Unity Realm may die so badly that they leave no trace, not even a two-dimensional painting, and become nothingness.

Handle with caution?

Su Yu shook his head slightly.

"Um."

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

He offered no explanation.

With his strength at that level, any explanation would be superfluous.

The problem is not big.

Upon hearing these four words, Ao Jue breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The master has always been calm and composed.

Since they say it's not a big problem, they must be confident they can persuade the inner sect elders.

Half an hour later.

Ao Ying's massive dragon body slowly slowed down in the void.

In front.

A vast, boundless, chaotic mist blocked the way.

Within the mist, countless golden patterns could be faintly seen flowing and intertwining.

It exudes a terrifying aura that can strangle everything.

Nine Nether Dragon Trapping Formation.

"Master, we've arrived."

Ao Ying's voice came through.

"I will send a transmission talisman now to have the outer sect elders open the array passage."

"It may take several hours."

The rules of secluded sects have always been complicated.

Outer disciples must undergo rigorous checks upon their return.

The communication talisman transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the chaotic mist ahead without any hindrance.

After a while.

The fog churned violently.

The Nine Nether Dragon-Trapping Array's light barrier, radiating a killing aura, slowly cracked open, creating a gap just large enough for a few people to pass through.

A middle-aged man wearing blue dragon scale armor stepped out from the gap.

Ao Qing, the outer gate guard.

Venerable Star String Realm.

Ao Qing's gaze swept over the enormous black dragon in front of him, as well as the two figures on its back, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Hidden sects have strict rules and regulations.

Even if it is a disciple of the clan returning, they must undergo strict investigation to prevent them from being possessed and infiltrated by spies from extraterrestrial demons or other forces.

"Outer disciples returning to the sect undergo routine verification."

Ao Qing's voice was cold and indifferent, revealing a rigid, businesslike demeanor.

He took out an ancient bronze mirror from his pocket.

The Spirit Detector.