Hong Huang: I, the ancestor of the dragon clan, will never come out!

East China Sea.

Vast void.

An extremely huge ball of light with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles is quietly suspended here, and the light illuminates the void very softly, not dazzling.

Around the ball of light, golden dragon heads tightly bite the ball of light, and the dragon body winds into the void, and its tail is not visible.

It is like a golden chain, locking the ball of light firmly in place.

And in this ball of light, there is a vast and boundless world.

In the center of the world, a statue with eighteen hands and twenty-four heads is clearly visible, but...

At this time, the statue is very embarrassed and collapsed on the ground, struggling hard.

Scattered around are necklaces, umbrellas, flower pots, fish intestines, blessed pestles, treasure files, golden bells, silver halberds, banners and other treasures.

"Is this... Zhunti Saint?!"

Not far from the light ball world, Yao Chi couldn't help but cover her mouth, afraid that she would scream and disturb the figure in the light ball world.

"Yeah!"

Haotian nodded, his eyes filled with shock.

Although he had expected it in his heart, looking at Zhunti lying on the ground without the slightest saintly dignity, Haotian couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

That's a saint!

The end point of countless great men's dream of practicing in the prehistoric world.

Before, in front of the Purple Sky Palace, Hongjun ignored or calculated them, and they couldn't help but... dare to complain about the saint.

But now.

He was suppressed here in such a miserable way.

"Is this... Senior Changsheng?" Haotian immediately felt a deep respect for the 'Senior Changsheng' whom he had never met.

"Haotian, is it okay for us to watch the saint like this?" Yao Chi on the side suddenly whispered to Haotian.

It's not an exaggeration.

But the voice transmission Haotian received was really as soft as a mosquito's voice.

He didn't even dare to mention Zhunti's name.

Although Yao Chi was simpler than Haotian at this time, he was not stupid. They saw the ugly appearance of a saint with their own eyes.

Then they...

"No problem!" Haotian shook his head and said softly: "Look, we have been here for a while, and the saint has not made any move."

Judging others by oneself, if it was Haotian who was really suppressed in this world at this time, when he saw someone coming around.

Regardless of other things, at least he should pose in a handsome posture and pretend to be calm.

Instead of lying on the ground, struggling hard, showing his ugly appearance.

"The saint should not be able to find us at this time, but... for the sake of caution, let's leave as soon as possible!" Haotian said.

Yao Chi also nodded, and finally couldn't help but look back at the struggling statue, and then turned around and left with Haotian.

...

East China Sea.

"The first tourist came so soon?"

Ao Changsheng looked up outside the dojo with a little surprise.

He looked at the direction of the void that suppressed the Zhunti Saint.

As the person who created all this, it was normal for him to have the means to detect the arrival of someone.

"Two unknown quasi-saints who killed a corpse..." Ao Changsheng looked at the two figures that appeared beside the illusory world, and was slightly surprised.

He didn't dare to say the whole prehistoric world, but he still knew about the quasi-saints in the East China Sea.

Not to mention other things.

After he suppressed the demon race with his own hands, almost all the quasi-saints with names in the East China Sea had visited him.

"The aura of these two quasi-saints..." Ao Changsheng pondered slightly.

The female cultivator was still okay, but the male quasi-saint, in Ao Changsheng's opinion, was surrounded by a very strange dragon aura.

As a dragon in this life, although he had never come into contact with the dragon clan, the Ancestral Dragon Pearl that Ao Changsheng had obtained once recorded almost all the inherited knowledge of the dragon clan.

After looking through the Ancestral Dragon Pearl for a long time, Ao Changsheng finally found the information about the strange dragon aura.

"Is this the emperor dragon aura?"

Ao Changsheng was a little surprised.

In the records of the dragon clan, the emperor dragon aura is a unique aura belonging to the dragon clan.

For the dragon clan, it will neither enhance its strength nor improve its practice. It will only emit a strong majesty when it erupts.

However, this aura is not innate, but will appear on the kings of the dragon clan, showing the identity of the king of the dragon clan.

And the most powerful emperor dragon aura is naturally the ancestor dragon of the dragon clan.

According to the records in the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, the imperial dragon energy of the Ancestral Dragon was radiating, and no Daluo could fight against the Ancestral Dragon.

Even when facing an opponent who was also a quasi-saint, he would intimidate the opponent, making the opponent timid before the battle, and weakening his strength by three points.

But...

For the records of the Ancestral Dragon in the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, about the Ancestral Dragon's glorious deeds, Ao Changsheng expressed his doubts.

"The Emperor Dragon Qi appeared on the body of a non-dragon race... Interesting!" Ao Changsheng's eyes showed some interest.

"Could it be that this Emperor Dragon Qi is no longer exclusive to the dragon race at this time?" Ao Changsheng guessed in his heart.

Ao Changsheng couldn't help but think of his previous life. Countless emperors used dragons as totems, and dragon qi was almost the representative of the emperor.

Looking at the figure of the man next to the illusory world, he gradually became interested.

"If this Emperor Dragon Qi is no longer the reincarnation of the dragon race, then could he be the king of a dynasty in the prehistoric world?"

In the prehistoric world, in addition to the two tribes of witches and liches, there are naturally other forces, either vassals of the two tribes of witches and liches, or simply unwilling to join the two tribes of witches and liches.

These forces exist in various forms.

There are tribes, alliances, sects, ethnic groups, and naturally there are also the forces of the dynasty.

But...

"A dynasty established by a quasi-saint? I've never heard of it!" Ao Changsheng thought in his heart.

Although there are many forces that resist the two tribes of witches and liches, they are only two or three big cats and small cats, so the two tribes of witches and liches have no time to pay attention to them.

But a force established by a quasi-saint...

Just like the Dong Wanggong back then, even if Daozu Hongjun stood behind him, his ashes would be scattered by you.

Even if Dong Wanggong did not offend the demon tribe back then, he would not be able to avoid such a fate.

"It can't be that after most of the combat power of the witches and liches died together, they aimed at the blank period of the prehistoric world to establish a dynasty?"

Ao Changsheng couldn't help but have this guess in his heart.

If this guess is true.

Then Ao Changsheng really has to say that his brain... courage is commendable!

Although the war between witches and liches has ended, it does not mean the end of the witches and liches, nor does it mean the end of the witches and liches era.

For some reasons, the final battle between witches and liches came too suddenly and ended abruptly in this era.

Although in a sense, the damage caused by this witch-lich catastrophe to the prehistoric world even exceeded the catastrophe of the three tribes in the previous era.

But...

The prehistoric world promotes the catastrophe not to let the cultivators of the prehistoric world destroy themselves.

Therefore, how long this catastrophe will last is still unknown.

During this period of catastrophe, it is not only the chaos of heaven, but also the undetectable aura of catastrophe that permeates the prehistoric world. It is unknown how long it will last.

As long as the quasi-saints who are slightly sober understand this.

Even if the avenue is turbulent and cultivation is difficult, most quasi-saints, even Daluo, would rather practice and would never choose to walk out during this period.

Even many prehistoric tribes with Daluo or quasi-saint ancestors would not choose to walk in the prehistoric world during this period.

After casually spreading his thoughts, Ao Changsheng withdrew his mind.

Although the emperor's dragon energy made Ao Changsheng slightly curious, he did not have any other ideas to explore.

Who can cultivate to the level of quasi-saint without a little adventure and treasure?

The only reason he paid attention to it was because these two people were the first and second to visit his masterpiece.

But...