Tong Tian's anger dissipated, but he still shook his head and said, "Although Teacher's vision is vast, his heart has also grown with it. He can accommodate this magnificent land, but the Primordial World is heading towards decline."
Hong Jun on the mountain couldn't help but be stunned, as if remembering something, he whispered, "The heart has also grown."
On the Eastern Wasteland, Qing Ling saw the Ancestors of the Dragon clan making moves from all directions. He felt relieved, withdrew his earthly and four-season powers, and prepared to head towards the territory of the Salamander tribe.
However, before he could take a step, a sudden change occurred.
A primordial and ancient dragon roar echoed from the East Sea, its sound piercing the heavens and crossing through time. At this moment, everyone felt a tremor in their hearts.
That existence had emerged!
The gazes of all the great powers in the world converged on that man.
He wore an imperial robe, a crown, bearing the weight of myriad clouds and rain, with winds from all directions bowing to him, and lightning from the ten directions shattering the universe.
The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Dragons, the Progenitor of Dragons, Zulong, had appeared.
His eyes were cold, and within that coldness, there was rage.
The moment Zulong appeared, his aura shook all the great powers with ill intentions, and their actions momentarily halted.
But Zulong moved.
He raised his hand and clenched his fist, unleashing punch after punch. Golden fist imprints flew towards all directions of heaven and earth.
"Boom~"
"Boom~"
"Rumble~"
The Primordial World began to shake once more, but this time, it was moved by one person alone.
Hundreds of fist imprints shot towards all corners of the world, carrying Zulong's wrath. None could withstand such an attack!
Outside the Yin-Yang Cave, Patriarch Yin-Yang's pupils contracted. He saw a fist imprint, even vaster than the others, flying directly towards him.
Patriarch Yin-Yang hurriedly wielded his supreme treasure. The Yin-Yang Qi opened a golden bridge, and the golden bridge was anchored to fix the universe.
The might of the innate supreme treasure blocked Zulong's fist imprint, but the immense shock still caused Patriarch Yin-Yang to retreat half a step.
"How could Zulong possibly locate my hidden cave dwelling of so many years in an instant?" Patriarch Yin-Yang was terrified. "This power is at least that of the thirty-third heaven!"
Suddenly, he remembered the feeling of being spied upon when the White Dragon ascended. He understood.
Ancestor White Dragon was skilled in divination, calculation, and deduction. His location had been pinpointed by the White Dragon, which meant it was also pinpointed by Zulong!
At this moment, great powers from all over the world began to flee for their lives! After all, not every great power possessed the cultivation of the thirty-third heaven like Patriarch Yin-Yang, nor did they have a supreme treasure like the Taiji Diagram to protect them.
Zulong, with his own strength, repelled over a hundred Da Luo. In the vast Primordial World, there was no one who could contend against him for the moment!
On the Eastern Wasteland, a colossal fist imprint streaked through the air, heading straight for the Ancestor of the Crimson Crow tribe, Chi Wu Zu!
Chi Wu was startled and hurriedly retreated. His cultivation was only at the fifteenth heaven, and even a mere fist imprint from the opponent would be difficult for him to handle.
On the Jianmu tree, Qing Ling's eyes flashed with a cold glint. Seizing the opportune moment, the River of Time spontaneously extended from beneath his feet, crossing through time and landing at Chi Wu's feet. Time briefly froze.
Chi Wu's body was also frozen for an instant. It was in this instant that the three thousand red threads from Qing Ling's waist crossed billions of miles, ensnaring him.
"Bind!"
The three thousand red threads tightly wrapped around his body, making escape impossible for the moment.
Chi Wu was filled with bitter hatred. He hurriedly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of heart blood, throwing out a fiery bead. The blood and the fiery bead suddenly erupted with immense explosive flame power.
The approaching golden fist imprint collided with it. The golden fist imprint was as unbreakable as ever, charging relentlessly towards Chi Wu's brow.
Chi Wu's heart tightened. He then spun and transformed into a long-tailed black crow, resembling a phoenix and a crow. With a flap of his wings, he unleashed countless black feathers.
The black feathers all exploded, and black death fire entangled the fist imprint, gradually slowing its speed until it became slower and slower, finally exploding with a resounding boom.
The long-tailed black crow attempted to retreat again, but found that at some unknown point, three thousand red threads had wrapped around his entire body. The other ends of the red threads were on top of the Jianmu tree, billions of miles away.
Qing Ling smiled faintly, "Since you're here to visit my Eastern Wasteland, why the rush to leave?
Red threads, quickly return!"
As his voice fell, the three thousand red threads rapidly retracted to Dugguang. And Chi Wu, who was tightly bound by the red threads, was forcibly dragged back to Dugguang.
Chi Wu was filled with shame and anger. He had been treated like a guard beast, tethered and controlled.
Meanwhile, Patriarch Xuan Ji in the Salamander tribe's territory had a strange glint in his eyes. He sighed and thought, "Truly impressive to look at, but useless in practice!"
Qing Ling transmitted his voice, "Fellow Daoist Xuan Ji, why are you not quickly eliminating the remnants who invaded!"
Chi Wu's heart tightened, and he cursed, "Dao Master Qing Xuan, you bully the weak with the might of a great power. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if this gets out? What face do you have left?"
Qing Ling sneered, "How I act, how I kill, and how much I kill are my business.
Even if I am useless, I am still better than you, Daoist Chi Wu, who cannot even protect your own people!"
Chi Wu's face turned red, and he was speechless for a moment.
However, when Chi Wu's spirit was at its lowest, Qing Ling planted a seed of Luo Shen Hua within him.
With just one glance, it could determine life and death for anyone, be it a Golden Immortal, Taiyi, or even a Da Luo great power!
Chi Wu struggled madly, flapping his wings, trying to break free from the red thread's restraint.
But little did he know, Qing Ling was using the Red Threads of Fate. Once these threads were connected, no one but him could escape.
Qing Ling, with a half-smile, glanced at Xuan Ji, who had yet to make a move, from billions of miles away. He chuckled and deliberately transmitted his voice throughout the entire Eastern Wasteland, "Xuan Ji, why do you still show mercy to the murderers of your people?
Since you wish to be the good person, I will be the villain."
As his voice faded, the smile on Qing Ling's face disappeared, and he appeared on the Salamander tribe's territory. With lightning speed, he brought down a palm strike, accompanied by the Jianmu tree, a colossal palm descending upon hundreds of thousands of Crimson Crow tribesmen.
"Boom~"
A thunderous sound echoed, and the land for thousands of miles sank ten thousand feet deep. Underground rivers surged to form a lake, submerging the corpses of the crow tribe.
There were still dozens of Golden Immortals and Taiyi who, barely surviving, frantically fled.
Qing Ling extended his hand again. Within his single palm, heaven and earth were contained; within his five fingers, there was the universe. With one palm, he captured the thirty-nine Golden Immortals and seven Taiyi who were fleeing.
Patriarch Xuan Ji sighed, "Fellow Daoist Qing Xuan, please let them go this time."
Qing Ling's lips curled into a smile as he asked, "Do the souls of your deceased kinsmen agree?
Xuan Ji, are your actions truly befitting of an ancestor of a race?"
Even with Patriarch Xuan Ji's good temper, he couldn't help but be enraged. He was being lectured by a great power of heaven and earth!
He was being lectured by a great power of heaven and earth in front of countless great powers!
If he were to reveal himself as Hong Jun's good corpse at this moment, he would likely become a laughingstock in the world.
Even if no one dared to speak it aloud, they would hold back their laughter in their hearts.
Xuan Ji forcibly swallowed his anger and said, "Dao Master Qing Xuan, I am merely a Da Luo, without power or influence. If I provoke the Phoenix clan, the wrath of the Southern Heaven is not something a small salamander can bear!"
As soon as his words fell, over a hundred golden fist imprints locked onto the Southern Heaven were shattered by a high-pitched phoenix cry.
From the Phoenix Platform, a woman in a red robe emerged, with thirty million phoenixes in attendance, her unparalleled elegance filling the sky.
"Zulong, do not push your luck!"