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Chapter 139 The Reaction of the Three Clan Chiefs, Luo Hou's Ambition
Chapter 139 The Reactions of the Three Clan Chiefs, Luo Hou's Ambition
Although the earth-shattering battle at the Ancient Abyss of Ten Thousand Ravines took place in a remote western region, Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun deliberately concealed it and used their supernatural powers to cover up the secrets of heaven.
But the terrifying fluctuations caused by the self-destruction of the Primordial Golden Immortal's origin, and the subsequent complete demise that triggered the grief of heaven and earth and the trembling of the Great Dao.
Yet, like a massive boulder thrown into a calm lake, the ripples it creates still spread uncontrollably throughout the primordial world, clearly perceived by the ancient beings standing at the pinnacle of that world.
In the East, deep within the vast and boundless seas, lies the forbidden land of the Dragon Palace.
The Ancestral Dragon suddenly raised its majestic head from the core of the dragon vein it had been entrenched in, a hint of fear and solemnity flashing in its golden eyes.
He governs the four seas and is most sensitive to water elements and energy fluctuations.
In that instant, he clearly sensed a destructive aura coming from the west that made even his dragon soul tremble, and the desolate Daoist charm of a being of the same level completely dissipating into the world.
"The West—such a terrifying wave of destruction—is this—the fall of the Primordial Chaos?"
The deep voice of the First Emperor echoed through the forbidden area, filled with disbelief.
The Primordial Golden Immortal is already the pinnacle of the primordial world. How difficult it must be to attain this level, yet now one of them has died and vanished.
He focused intently and sensed the chaotic celestial secrets and the lingering echoes of destruction, and caught two familiar auras: one was heavy and majestic, connected to the earth's veins, carrying the meaning of bearing all things and establishing the universe; the other was fiery and agile, containing the true essence of fire and the carefree spirit of clouds.
"It's Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi and Fellow Daoist Hongyun!" Zu Long instantly understood.
"Are they... settling their karmic debts?" He recalled the chilling killing intent he had sensed when Zhen Yuanzi and his companion hurriedly flew over the western sky, and combined it with the results he was sensing now.
He had already sketched out the general outline of the matter in his mind. It must have been a fight with that unknown Hunyuan Golden Immortal he had fought with at Buzhou Mountain last time, and in an extremely ruthless and thorough way!
"That unknown fellow Daoist—has actually perished—" The apprehension in Zu Long's eyes deepened. Although he did not know the origin or name of Qiankun Daoist, the fact that he could force Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun to join forces to hunt him down meant that his strength must be extraordinary.
However, even such beings were forced to self-destruct and perish by Zhen Yuanzi and his companion! This undoubtedly demonstrates the terrifying strength and decisiveness of the Wanshou Mountain lineage.
"It seems I need to be more cautious in my dealings with Wanshou Mountain in the future," Zulong thought to himself. The initial desire for equal friendship that arose from discussing the Dao was now mixed with a sense of awe.
His massive dragon body swam slowly through the spiritual veins, beginning to reassess the power structure of the primordial world.
Inside the Nirvana Temple at the Immortal Volcano.
The eternally burning Nirvana Flame paused slightly, and Yuan Feng's noble and unparalleled figure emerged from the flames. She paused slightly, gazing westward, a hint of understanding and complexity flashing in her eyes.
"It really was them—it's over." She murmured to herself. She was all too familiar with the earthy Daoist aura belonging to Zhen Yuanzi and the fiery aura of Hongyun.
The complete disappearance of another Primordial Golden Immortal, a sign of his Dao's demise, is also undeniable.
"Truly decisive and ruthless," Yuan Feng commented, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger.
She had traded with Zhen Yuanzi and discussed the Dao with him, and knew well the unfathomable strength and will hidden beneath his seemingly calm and composed demeanor.
In retrospect, his decisiveness was beyond imagination. He killed a Primordial Golden Immortal without hesitation.
"In this way, the Wanshou Mountain lineage will likely gain even more weight among the top tiers of the prehistoric world." Yuan Feng felt a sense of pressure.
Although the Phoenix Clan is strong, they still have to be more cautious when facing Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, who are of the same level, who can join forces to kill each other.
She flapped her wings, and the flames of rebirth within the temple burned even more fiercely, as if responding to the changing winds and clouds outside.
Qilin Cliff, inside the Rende Hall.
The First Qilin slowly put down the Earth Spirit Pearl in his hand. The usual kind smile on his face had disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.
He embodies the benevolent spirit of the earth, and has the most direct perception of the earth's turbulent energy and the fall of living beings.
"Alas—" A long sigh echoed in the hall, "How could it have come to this—how could it have come to this—"
He could feel the despair and resentment of that fallen Golden Immortal, and he could also feel the trauma suffered by the western lands because of this great war.
"It's Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi and Fellow Daoist Hongyun—" Shi Qilin confirmed the two familiar auras and understood that this was a continuation of the previous cause and effect.
"To eradicate the root of the problem—though this is the norm in the primordial world, it is ultimately against the natural order—" He was kind-hearted by nature, and he was rather disapproving of such cruel methods.
But more than anything, he felt a sense of awe. He knew that being able to do this meant that Zhen Yuanzi and his companion's strength, teamwork, and determination had reached a terrifying level.
"Wanshou Mountain—not to be easily made an enemy." The First Qilin reached a similar conclusion to that of the Ancestral Dragon and the Yuan Phoenix.
He was determined to maintain a good relationship with Wanshoushan in the future, not just out of goodwill, but also out of respect and fear for its powerful strength.
Unlike the three emperors who could only make rough guesses, some more ancient beings who knew more secrets had a clearer understanding of this event.
The West, a land teeming with demonic energy, at the very bottom of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons.
Thick, almost tangible demonic energy surged endlessly here, and countless twisted demonic shadows howled and struggled in the darkness. This place was the gathering place of all negative energy in the primordial world.
At the heart of this abyss, a dark, demonic palace, formed from countless bones and resentment, stands majestically.
"Hehehe—Dead! That old good-for-nothing Qiankun is indeed dead!"
The grating, unpleasant laughter of the Demon Ancestor Rahu echoed through the Demon Palace, his voice filled with undisguised malice and excitement.
He sat enthroned on a throne made of dragon bones, the surging demonic energy around him becoming violent due to his emotional fluctuations, transforming into countless ferocious demonic shadows that darted and roared throughout the palace.
The phantom images of the four swords of Zhuxian hanging at the four corners of the Demon Palace sensed their master's excitement and emitted a sharp buzzing sound. The scarlet sword light flickered in the darkness, exuding a terrifying sword intent that could wither all things, as if it could not wait to drink blood.
The scene in the direction of the ancient abyss in the west was reflected in Luo Hou's scarlet eyes. Although separated by endless time and space, he was still able to clearly perceive everything that was happening there with his supreme demonic power.
He "witnessed" the entire chase, and even secretly fueled the fire when Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun passed through the west, trying to plant a wisp of extremely difficult-to-detect demonic thought in their hearts, but it was neutralized by Zhen Yuanzi.
He was not at all surprised by the fall of Qiankun Daoren.
In his eyes, these so-called remnants of chaotic demon gods were nothing more than losers from the previous era, who should have been swept into the dust of history long ago.
"What a pity, what a pity—" Luo Hou's laughter suddenly carried a hint of genuine regret. He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his chapped lips, a greedy glint in his eyes.
"It's a pity that I couldn't personally seize the demonic essence and resentful aura that the old waste had scattered when he fell. That was the entire essence of a mid-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal. If I could have devoured it, it would have been enough to make the power of my Zhuxian Sword Formation even stronger!"
"Then, he let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction, his right hand clenching tightly, his knuckles cracking: "And that Zhen Yuanzi, meddling in other people's business! He actually used the Earth Book to manipulate the earth's veins and repair the mountains and rivers! He caused most of the boundless malevolent energy, resentment, and death energy that this massacre should have generated to dissipate for nothing! What a waste!"
In the eyes of this demon ancestor, Zhen Yuanzi's act of repairing the earth veins was tantamount to cutting off his demonic resources, which was truly hateful.
If those negative energies are allowed to accumulate, they might give birth to a peerless demon comparable to a Primordial Golden Immortal, becoming a great asset under his command.
"However—" The anger in Luo Hou's eyes was gradually replaced by scheming, "After this incident, the waters of the primordial world are even more turbulent. Old man Hongjun, I'm afraid you're about to get restless, aren't you? Hehe—"
He let out a series of meaningful cold laughs, the surging demonic energy around him slowly subsided, and he disappeared back into the endless darkness, continuing his lurking and scheming.
The buzzing of the four swords of Zhuxian gradually subsided, but the blood-red light flowing on the swords became increasingly eerie.
He was like the most patient venomous snake, lurking in the shadows, flicking his tongue, waiting for the moment when the Dragon-Han Calamity would completely erupt.
That will be the time for him to truly make his appearance, to prove his path through killing, and to reap the rewards of everything.