A tremendous cry shook the void, causing the Thirty-three Heavens to tremble.
The legendary half-step Hunyuan, the pinnacle of the Dao, the end of the universe, the Primordial Origin—that realm is called Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian!
Above the Thirty-three Heavens of Daluo Jinxian, one can reach this realm.
Beyond this realm, there are no further realms. Stepping beyond the confines of the Great Dao, nothing and no one can delineate realms above Hunyuan.
Hunyuan is the sole objective of all supreme mighty beings.
But Hunyuan is too difficult, so difficult that across the countless trillions upon trillions of sentient beings in the Primordial World, not one has achieved it.
Therefore, below Hunyuan, above the absolute peak, a realm is defined: the thirty-first to thirty-third Heavens of Daluo are half-step Hunyuan!
The Golden Peng Ancestor is one of the two half-step Hunyuan beings of the Phoenix Clan!
The Golden-winged Great Peng unfurls its wings, its cry echoing, making all hundred dragons tremble.
The Golden Peng and the True Dragon are natural enemies, their bloodlines clashing.
On the ancient face of the Golden Peng Ancestor appeared a pair of soul-stirring eyes, impossible to gaze upon directly.
"Black Dragon, Green Dragon, you two have broken the tripartite pact of our three clans!"
With these words, their stance was clear.
The Black Dragon Ancestor let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with mockery. "How has the proud Phoenix Clan also become a follower of trends?"
"Old fellow, do not be arrogant. Today, we simply do not wish to fight." The Golden Peng Ancestor's voice was frigid. "You have caused chaos in the Qilin clan, violating the pact made by our three ancestral clans.
We were all present then, do not attempt to quibble!"
The Green Dragon's sword sliced through the Black Qilin, and with his palm as his sword, he stepped forward, standing tall. "Golden Peng, is your Phoenix Clan intending to become an enemy of our Dragon Clan? A war between the three clans is not something you can bear."
"Heh, if I cannot bear it, can you?
A hundred-year war is enough. This world belongs to all three of our clans, and we must cherish it."
As these final words were spoken, everyone present felt a shift in their hearts.
In the Primordial Era, ten supreme beings stood dominant in the Primordial World. The Three Ancestors were merely three among them. Although the contradictions between the three clans deepened, without the former alliance of the three clans, how could they have occupied the Primordial World? How could they have repelled numerous peerless ancient mighty beings?
Beyond the three clans, too many peerless ancient mighty beings were watching them, waiting for the opportune moment when the three clans weakened.
The Black Dragon Ancestor's face showed hesitation, wavering for a moment. He looked at the Green Dragon Ancestor.
As the Green Dragon was about to speak, the Black and White Qilin Kings stood shoulder to shoulder. Their black and white mingled, forming a chaotic hue, and an incredibly powerful aura erupted, causing even the Black Dragon Ancestor's expression to change.
The combined power of the Twin Kings could rival that of Ancestral Dragon and Ancestral Phoenix. They were at the peak of the Thirty-first Heaven of Daluo Jinxian!
"Black Dragon, Green Dragon, you two are not permitted to be presumptuous on Qilin Cliff!"
The Twin Kings spoke in unison, their voices rolling like heavenly might, vast and encompassing all directions.
The Green Dragon's gaze turned cold. He glanced at the Golden Peng Ancestor a few times, sighing inwardly. Even though the Dragon Clan was powerful, they could not face the combined might of two clans. He and the Black Dragon were only at the Thirtieth Heaven, the pinnacle for supreme mighty beings, but still not half-step Hunyuan.
Two half-step Hunyuan beings, even if the Qilin Twin Kings were the weakest among the Three Ancestors, they were the most unassailable.
If Candle Dragon were here, perhaps there would be other possibilities.
But both Ancestral Dragon and Candle Dragon could not easily appear.
The souls of their kin could only be endured.
The Green Dragon said solemnly, "Return the bodies of our clan members. Hand over the Donglin Secret Realm, and our clan will withdraw!"
The Black Dragon nodded and waved his hand, halting the hundred dragons.
"Fellow Daoist, do not entertain such fantasies," the White Qilin chuckled. "The dragon corpses can be returned. But do not think about the Donglin Secret Realm. In this world, there is no one who can make our Qilin Clan cede territory."
The immense confidence in her words was undeniable. A peerless woman, with peerless dominance, stood on the divine cliff, defying the hundred dragons of the nine heavens.
The Green Dragon took a step forward, his divine sword pointing to the sky, and said word by word, "Then our Dragon Clan shall be the first!
I swear by the Xun Heaven, the ten lands of the Primordial World, the brilliant myriad beasts. Dragons will battle in the wilds, their blood as black and yellow. To honor the deceased, I, with my own self, shall open up vast territories and send your souls!"
Above and below the heavens, dragon qi surged. A gentle breeze swept across the land, the Spirit of Spring summoning the order of spring.
Flowers bloomed in the four regions, and billions of Primordial World flowers buried dragons.
The Black Qilin heard this and roared, "Though our Qilin clan's territory is vast, not an inch is superfluous. Since you are intent on expanding territory, then today you shall be suppressed!
Fellow Daoist Golden Peng, lend me your strength!"
While the Golden Peng Ancestor was still hesitating, the Black Qilin had already charged forward. His expression stiffened; now he had no choice but to act, even if he hadn't intended to.
However, a gentle wind arose from the east, water was born, earth emerged, fire ignited, and the Four Symbols merged into chaos.
An old man emerged from the chaos. The chaotic tide divided heaven and earth, separating east and west.
The Golden Peng Ancestor's pupils contracted. Ancestor Hongjun! A being that even the Three Ancestors feared immensely, rumored to be even stronger than the mightiest of the Three Ancestors, Ancestral Dragon!
The Qilin Twin Kings, their black and white chaotic forms, collided with the four-colored chaos. The chaotic tide surged and rippled, but it merely rippled.
The old man extended a finger, a point of time and a measure of years smoothing the surging tide.
"Everyone, cease your actions," he said.
Hongjun's ancient and calm voice entered every heart, a gentle touch to the soul, even calming the fire of the heart.
The Qilin Twin Kings did not retreat from their combat forms, remaining united. They asked in unison, "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, it has been a long time since we last met. Have you also come to battle the Dragon Clan?"
Hongjun shook his head, his gaze as calm as water, and said softly, "We were nurtured by the great Pangu. This world is Pangu, we are the gods, Pangu's gods.
This world should not be destroyed because of us!"
As his words fell, the chaotic tide behind Hongjun flowed straight down from the heavens, permeating the Primordial World. The fractured earth veins, mountains, rivers, and lakes, caused by the hundred-year war, were all repaired.
"Everyone, withdraw. Matters concerning the three clans require the presence of the Three Ancestors for discussion. Dragon Clan, do not initiate further conflict."
The Green Dragon Ancestor's gaze sharpened, and he said solemnly, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your intervention.
However, my word as the Green Dragon, once spoken, will not cease. Unless the Green Dragon falls, all words shall be in vain."
As he spoke, the Green Dragon and the Black Dragon led the hundred dragons in withdrawal.
Far away, Qing Ling, who witnessed this scene, was astonished. The True God was indeed brave, daring to disregard even Hongjun's presence and show him a stern face.
The Green Dragon flew, on the left.
The Black Dragon glided through the clouds, on the right.
A hundred dragons circled around them in their true forms.
The qi of a hundred dragons supported the body of a dragon corpse. It was a yellow dragon, being escorted by its kin back to the Sea of Dragon Tombs for burial.
As a hundred dragons traveled the heavens, ten thousand flowers bloomed on the earth, and the rain did not cease for a single day.
This was a Daluo of the Dragon Clan, the first True Dragon to die in a foreign land, his grievances unavenged.
Qing Ling marveled at the Dragon Clan's might, but it was more than just might; it was also the warmth of kin, the bond of blood.
The dragons returned to the sea, the phoenix returned to the southern heavens, the qilin landed, and the old man returned to his mountain. The hundred-year war finally came to an end.
In the demonic lands of the west, Luohu's eyes were deep. Across endless mountains and rivers, he gazed at Yu Jade Peak.
One divine being and one demonic being, their struggle spanning countless eons. They faced each other across mountains, their relationship forged over long periods.
However, this relationship was one of life and death! The divine being and the demonic being were destined to determine their fate.
This was their ancient feud, a struggle spanning generations. Between them, reason and karma were impossible to untangle, so much so that even the Great Dao and the Primordial Chaos could not offer a clear explanation.