It was a colossal creature, stretching like a mountain range, spanning the heavens and earth. It swam through the void as if riding the wind and waves, stirring up towering divine radiance.
The void split apart in its wake, parting like a raging sea.
“A true dragon!”
Within the forbidden land, tens of millions of Venerables stood frozen like clay or wooden statues, staring dumbfounded at the sky. How could such a creature appear in this world?
One of the Ten Calamities—who in the world didn’t know of it?
But hadn’t it vanished? Even if one or two of its kind remained, they shouldn’t be in the Three Thousand Provinces.
Ah, people realized—this was the vast, uninhabited wilderness. Perhaps a true dragon egg from the Immortal Ancient Era had hatched here. After all, ancient records spoke of sightings, though none had ever been retrieved.
“Heavens, it’s a dragon!” Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief. This was a myth, a legendary creature beyond comprehension.
The sky trembled. The dragon was impossibly long, thicker than a mountain range, its presence chilling to the bone, making even hair stand on end.
Upon its head, a pair of forked horns gleamed brilliantly, piercing the void as it soared. Its eyes shone like twin suns, their radiance blinding. Its massive body was covered in gleaming scales, shimmering with an ethereal glow, as if forged from immortal metal. Its claws were razor-sharp, its limbs thick and powerful—one strike could tear a hole through the heavens!
This caused an uproar!
While the sect masters outside wore grave expressions, the Venerables within the forbidden land spread their arms in reverence. Many wanted to prostrate themselves—was this truly one of the Ten Calamities?!
The emergence of such a powerhouse was soul-shaking.
“Whoosh—”
A fierce gale swept through, snapping trees and flattening grass. The creature soared over countless mountain ranges, heading straight for the Immortal Dao Flower Bud. The blooming flower was the root cause of its appearance—it had come for the Immortal Ancient.
A soft ripple of light spread outward, growing into a terrifying wave that repelled the creature, forcing it back.
The area surged with holy light, and faint droplets of blood fell—startling many. Even it had been injured?
The next moment, everyone’s eyes burned like torches, fixed on that spot, their excitement uncontrollable. They couldn’t help but rush forward.
“Dragon blood! Heavens, true dragon blood has fallen here!” a Venerable whispered, clenching his fists, itching to charge forward.
Alas, the land was divided into three thousand zones, separated by transparent barriers. Many could only watch in envy, unable to cross. Moreover, that area surely belonged to the strongest—ordinary Venerables would only be courting death.
“What an incredible fortune! It’s maddening!”
Some Primal Ones roared, their usual composure shattered as they rose to their feet, ready to break through the barriers and seize the prize.
Shi Hao sighed—he was truly unlucky. He was too far away, separated by several zones. By the time he arrived, the opportunity would be long gone.
Only those nearby were ecstatic—they had a chance to fight for it!
“Hahaha…” In the area where the dragon blood had fallen, a man laughed wildly, his demeanor unrestrained and triumphant.
He was a man with blue hair, his face strikingly handsome yet eerily otherworldly. His aura was overwhelming, making even the Venerables of this province tremble, not daring to approach.
“A gift from the heavens! This dragon blood belongs to me, Tianyao Ge Qian! Who dares challenge me?”
His tall, muscular frame was as pale as jade, his demonic aura shaking the heavens. His blue hair surged like an ocean, its tips radiating a force that made mountains quake.
Tianyao, Tianjun… Among Venerables, those who bore the title “Tian” (Heaven) were the cream of the crop—unrivaled young supremes.
Clearly, this man was terrifying. The moment he spoke, silence fell.
He lunged toward the mountain where the dragon blood had fallen, his eyes shooting out beams of azure light, piercing through rocks and clearing his path.
Yet his triumph was short-lived. A dragon’s roar echoed—the massive creature had returned, circling above, gathering power for another charge at the Immortal Dao Flower Bud.
His face paled as the shadow of the beast engulfed him. Worse, the creature cast a cold glance downward—directly at him.
Those frigid pupils, each as large as a mountain peak, sent chills down his spine. He halted mid-step, not daring to advance.
Gritting his teeth, he decisively retreated, abandoning the dragon blood he had nearly reached!
“To know when to advance and when to retreat, to understand fortune and calamity—this is the mark of a true supreme.” He consoled himself.
Clearly, he was no ordinary man. Not only did he stop, but he also shattered the barrier and fled without a backward glance, not even waiting for another chance.
Because he sensed—it was best to leave.
“Roar—”
Another dragon cry shook the land. The mountainous creature dove once more toward the Immortal Dao Flower Bud. Though suppressed and grievously wounded, it refused to give up.
After it left, countless figures surged into the area—powerful experts from nearby zones, some even breaking through barriers to join the fray!
This was a battlefield for Primal Ones, the strongest competing for dragon blood!
“A fortune slipped through my fingers. Are you all in such a hurry to die, rushing to fight for it?” Tianyao Ge Qian glanced back but ultimately did not return.
He sped away, crossing multiple barriers before finally landing.
“Are there any Primal Ones in this zone? Submit to me, and if you’re strong enough, I’ll take you into the Immortal Ancient,” Ge Qian called out.
Shi Hao was speechless. The distance between them wasn’t great—was his first battle about to begin?
This demonic man reeked of arrogance, and Shi Hao would never bow to anyone.
Tianyao Ge Qian naturally sensed Shi Hao’s strength. His instincts were extraordinary—he sought to recruit formidable subordinates to survive the Immortal Ancient.
In fact, the strongest in his own zone had already submitted.
“Boom!”
Demonic energy surged, stirring the winds. Ge Qian fixed his gaze on Shi Hao, his azure pupils shooting beams miles long. Step by step, he advanced, his presence sinister.
“I’m an easygoing person. Come with me.”
Shi Hao didn’t underestimate him. Though the man hadn’t boasted, his power was undeniable—likely a young supreme from one of the provinces, perhaps surpassing all rivals!
“I am Tianyao. To follow me is your honor,” the blue-haired youth declared pompously.
Shi Hao’s heart stirred. Titles like Tianyao and Tianjun were reserved for the absolute elite—those who bore them were beyond imagination.
“Roar—”
Suddenly, a dragon’s agonized cry rang out. More dragon blood splattered as it was repelled by the flower bud infused with three thousand great daos.
“I will enter the Immortal Ancient!”
A vast divine will roared, but the creature did not press the attack. Severely wounded beyond belief, it retreated.
And then—wings unfurled from its sides, radiant and vast, blotting out the sky. With a single flap, the heavens cracked.
“This isn’t one of the Ten Calamities!”
Everyone realized—true dragons had no wings. This was not their form.
The creature was grievously injured, forced to rely on its wings to escape. The consequences of its charge must have been dire.
As it departed, it let out one final roar. All cultivators in its path froze—its draconic might and breath locked the world in place.
It was venting its fury!
Even Tianyao Ge Qian couldn’t move, his expression twisted in frustration. Damned luck—even hiding here, he’d been humiliated again.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
Something dark and massive fell from the sky.
“What’s falling? Dragon scales? No—a flood of dragon blood?!”
Distant onlookers, unable to see clearly across the barriers, shouted in envy. The strongest from each zone began tearing through barriers, rushing over.
Only those in the adjacent zones stood dumbstruck.
Because what fell was… dragon dung!
Tianyao Ge Qian, staring upward in horror, turned deathly pale when he realized what it was. But he couldn’t move—the dragon’s breath had immobilized the area.
Even Shi Hao panicked. Heavenly… dragon dung was descending upon them.
“@#￥#@…” Many cultivators cursed vehemently.
This mighty dragon, an invincible powerhouse in their eyes, had done something so… casual before leaving.
“Nooo!” Tianyao Ge Qian wailed.
“Help!” Shi Hao, for the first time, felt genuine fear. With great effort, he twitched a finger, summoning his Void Battle Halberd. Sweating profusely, he sliced open the void.
Ge Qian also managed to move a finger, but his weapon wasn’t at hand. Desperate, he looked at Shi Hao with tearful eyes, begging to be taken along.
“I’ll come back later to discuss who submits to whom,” Shi Hao said, vanishing without a backward glance.
“Nooo!” Ge Qian’s scream was filled with despair, his beautiful face twisted in anguish.
“Plop!”
The massive dung pile, as large as a hill, crashed into the forest, burying many Venerables beneath it.
In the distance, sect masters frowned. That wasn’t a true dragon—but it was close, an existence of terrifying power.
“Yinglong!” the Sect Master of Jietian murmured.
Yet no one could have predicted such an absurd act from such a mighty creature.
“Something’s off. That dragon did this deliberately—marking certain individuals with its scent, using them as coordinates to breach the Immortal Ancient later?”
…
In the forbidden land, the Yinglong vanished. From the mountain of dung, a group of figures emerged, led by Tianyao.
“Ahhhh!” He screamed uncontrollably.
Shi Hao returned, eyeing him. “You wanted to recruit me?”
“Recruit my ass! Looking like this, how could I lead you? My face is ruined! If anyone speaks of this, I’ll kill you all!” Tianyao Ge Qian fled like a madman, diving headfirst into a lake.
Young supremes who had just broken through the barriers stood stunned. They had expected a grand opportunity—only to witness this.
“Actually, no need to wash it off. Dragon dung is a potent ingredient for refining divine pills,” a newly arrived Venerable—a Primal One and alchemist—remarked cheerfully to the escapees.
The others gaped, while those who had been buried nearly lost their minds.
“Don’t make me kill you!” Tianyao’s furious voice echoed from afar. He had fled, unwilling to be seen.
“Boom!”
At the horizon, the most dazzling light erupted. Auspicious clouds filled the sky as the final petal of the Immortal Dao Flower Bud unfurled—it was now in full bloom.
In an instant, fragrant energy soared, and three thousand golden pathways stretched out, leading to each of the three thousand zones. All Venerables went wild, charging upward.
Yet many were repelled before they could ascend.
“Swish!”
A divine rainbow shot through the air—the first to step onto the golden path, enveloped in immortal mist, was sucked into a portal on one of the petals.
“That damned Tianyao got lucky with dragon dung!”
Many Venerables grumbled in frustration.
At this moment, everyone’s expressions shifted—even the ancient freaks wore uncertain looks. The first to enter would be blessed with immense fortune.
“Boom!”
Finally, about five million cultivators, wrapped in golden light, surged toward the Immortal Dao Flower, successfully boarding it and nearing the Immortal Ancient.
“The Six Crown King, the Immortal Palace’s heir, Gu Jianyun, Jun Dao… I saw them among the first to enter!”
A distant cultivator shouted.
Sect masters watched intently, their eyes flickering.
Beyond them, the Yinglong lingered at the edge of the uninhabited wilderness, its gaze profound. Beside it, countless terrifying creatures gathered.
“Who will reign supreme? The battle of the Three Thousand Provinces’ geniuses has begun!” someone roared.
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