221: Chapter 221 The Dragon Clan Remains Steady; The Dao Ancestor Limits the Western Regions to Ten Thousand Years, Leading the Dragon Clan into Tribulation

Inside Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, who had originally calmed his mind temporarily, suddenly felt his heart tremble.

He separated a strand of his Primordial Spirit to scan the Primordial World, only to see that the Formation of the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas was becoming increasingly stable, with the entire clan not tainted by even a trace of Calamity Qi!

This scene reignited Hongjun's anger.

"Shi Yan! You are the bane of my existence!"

Seeing the Dragon Clan's steadiness reach a new level, Hongjun finally could not hold it back anymore!

Filthy words spilled from his mouth, his Saintly demeanor collapsed, and the three thousand Laws within Zixiao Palace trembled because of it.

"Damn you, Shi Yan! If it weren't for you, how could the Dragon Clan be so steady!"

Hongjun's chest heaved as he forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart.

He had originally planned to temporarily put aside the matter of the Dragon Clan, but now he had to bring it up again.

He stared directly towards the East Sea, his tone full of disappointment:

"Dragon Clan... where is your dignity? Where has the arrogance from the Longhan Calamity gone, when you suppressed all races and roamed the Primordial World!"

"A bunch of ants, pests, toxic insects in the shadows... Your Innate foundations are truly wasted on you..."

His words were full of dissatisfaction and disdain for the Dragon Clan.

But as his complaints ceased, Hongjun began to rack his brains again on how to deal with the Dragon Clan.

"This cannot continue!"

"If this continues, the Dragon Clan will truly never enter the Calamity! If they do not enter the Calamity, how can the Calamity be pushed forward?"

The jade plate of creation was sacrificed once again.

This time, Hongjun invested even more, even taking ten percent of the Heavenly Dao power originally intended for the refining of the haotian sword.

However, the Dragon Clan had not been tainted by Calamity Qi, and now they had reinforced their Formation, so the deduction now faced Chaos far thicker than before.

Hongjun's search with his Primordial Spirit in the Chaos was like finding a needle in a haystack, extremely difficult.

A hundred years of deduction yielded nothing, and now, attempting it again, he still returned empty-handed.

After a long while, Hongjun opened his eyes, a trace of exhaustion flashing in them, and finally, he gave up on the deduction.

His gaze suddenly turned to the West, piercing through the endless Void Realm, landing on Mount Sumeru, watching Zhunti, who was beaming with joy and laughing incessantly, his tone extremely cold:

"If you want to repay the Karma of the Heavenly Dao, first drag the Dragon Clan into the Calamity!"

As his voice fell, a message containing the will of the Heavenly Dao escaped from Zixiao Palace, instantly tearing through the Void Realm and heading straight for the West.

... Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti was excitedly telling Jieyin about the various benefits brought by the Calamity when his heart suddenly tightened, and he saw a golden light pierce through the air, hovering directly in front of the two.

Within the golden light, the message of the Heavenly Dao turned into a cold and ruthless sound of the Dao, ringing directly in the ears of Zhunti and Jieyin:

"For the great trend of the Heavenly Dao to proceed normally, the Dragon Clan must first be helped into the Calamity."

"Zhunti, Jieyin, you must drag the Dragon Clan into the Calamity within ten thousand years."

The Two Sages of the West were restricted to the West for ten Yuan Epochs, but since the West was close to the West Sea, they still had a chance.

The smile on Zhunti's face instantly froze, and Jieyin also frowned slightly.

Zhunti first used the Luck of the West to shroud himself and Jieyin, shielding the heavenly secrets.

After Jieyin confirmed that Hongjun was truly blocked, he complained:

"... This Hongjun has finally set his sights on us."

Zhunti gritted his teeth, but he dared not defy the will of the Heavenly Dao, so he could only smile bitterly:

"Senior Brother, it seems that our 'feast' will likely require paying some price."

On Mount Sumeru, the golden light gradually dissipated, but the pressure left by the message of the Heavenly Dao lingered for a long time.

Jieyin opened his eyes slightly, and a trace of helplessness appeared on his face, which was always as calm as an ancient well.

He looked at Zhunti, who had a bitter expression beside him, and slowly said:

"Junior Brother, you have the most experience with this kind of thing."

"You should go to the West Coast now and start taking action."

Upon hearing this, the bitter smile on Zhunti's face deepened.

"Sigh, I understand."

Zhunti sighed, taking one last lingering look at the Western Sect's treasury, which was filled with countless resources and radiated dazzling spiritual light.

Looking back with every step, he extremely reluctantly transformed into a stream of light and fled towards the border of the West.

He did not directly tear through the Void Realm to teleport to the West Sea coast, using his flight to express his dissatisfaction.

During the flight, thoughts raced through Zhunti's mind:

"The Dragon Clan is tied tightly to the Human Race. It is not easy to make them enter the Calamity... It seems this time, I must do something for real."

... During the flight, Zhunti deliberately slowed down, extremely leisurely, observing the tribal conflicts in the West.

He looked down at the Western land below, and wherever his Primordial Spirit passed, the flames of war were everywhere.

Countless low and medium-level tribes were fighting fiercely, with the battlefield stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles.

The Cultivators participating in the war had Taiyi as generals, Golden Immortals as deputy generals, and Profound Immortals as cannon fodder.

Massive amounts of low-level Cultivators below the Golden Immortal Realm fought like ants, and blood stained the mountains and rivers red.

"How many years has it been since the West experienced such a scene."

Zhunti shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a bit of mockery towards the West.

On the battlefield below, the fighting was intense.

Suddenly, a few lucky low-level Cultivators, in the gaps of life-and-death struggle, unintentionally looked up and saw the fleeting Saintly shadow in the high sky.

That was the lingering Dao rhyme of Saint Zhunti, and the vast pressure was like the sky collapsing; even if it was only for an instant, it made those ant-like Cultivators' minds shake violently.

"The... who is that in the sky..."

A Profound Immortal Realm cannon fodder pointed at the sky, his voice trembling, but before he could finish speaking, he was pierced by the enemy's spear, his body falling into a pool of blood, dying with his eyes wide open.

In another part of the battlefield, several Golden Immortal Realm Cultivators also witnessed the Saint's figure, instantly stunned, their eyes full of awe and ecstasy:

"It is a Saint! Saint Zhunti has descended!"

They shouted excitedly, and the companions around them looked up one after another. But Zhunti had already fled, the golden light leaving only a faint afterimage.

Just as they were distracted, the enemy seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, blades and sword lights flashed, and more than a dozen Cultivators were instantly beheaded, their bodies dying and their Daos vanishing.

Similar scenes happened one after another on multiple battlefields.

Those "lucky ones" who were fortunate enough to witness the true appearance of the Saint were mostly caught by the enemy while in extreme shock and distraction, pierced by spears, beheaded by swords, or smashed into two-dimensional shapes by hammers!

Their foundations were too poor, their Luck was too little, and witnessing the Saint exhausted their Luck, naturally leading to their deaths and the vanishment of their Daos.

Zhunti took all of this in, his expression not changing at all.

Ants, if they die, they die.

The speed of his fleeing light remained constant.

But the West Sea coast had already come into view.

No matter how slow a Saint's speed is, it cannot be that slow. In just half a day, Zhunti had flown from Mount Sumeru to the edge of the West Sea.

The vast West Sea, with blue waves spanning ten thousand acres, the sea and sky were the same color.

Zhunti stopped above the West Sea Dragon Palace, restrained his Saintly aura, concealed his figure, and looked down at the Dragon Palace.

The situation in the Dragon Palace was fully in view.

Zhunti's complexion visibly turned red, and then quickly faded.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"Teacher, you are truly ruthless!!"

As his words fell, he quickly gathered a strand of Heavenly Dao power in his hand and poured it towards a corner of the outer Formation of the West Sea Dragon Palace.

After the Heavenly Dao power attached to the Formation, it began to slowly erode the Formation.

"At this speed, I think that old Chi Wen will notice it within a hundred years."

"The West Sea should become a Quasi-Saint battlefield!"

Zhunti's Saintly body gradually became illusory and transparent, and finally merged directly into the Void Realm, as if he had never appeared.