Volume One, Chapter 11: The Daoist of Creation, War Is About to Erupt

That day, Lin Yang was deep within the heart of the Solar Star, simultaneously summoning the Chaos Gourd to continue absorbing the true solar flames. He himself was also drawing in and expelling the solar fire, refining his magical power.

Suddenly, Lin Yang sensed something and opened his eyes, gazing beyond the Solar Star.

He felt an overwhelming, unparalleled terror approaching the Solar Star like a tidal wave.

The Ancestral Dragon incarnation had finally arrived!

As the Ancestral Dragon embodiment descended upon the Solar Star, an infinite aura of majesty radiated from its form.

Countless fire sprites on the Solar Star instinctively bowed in submission.

“Boom!”

A primordial venomous dragon launched a surprise attack, suddenly bursting forth from the void, spewing a dense stream of poisonous fire toward the Ancestral Dragon incarnation.

Almost simultaneously, eight more primordial venomous dragons emerged from all directions around the Ancestral Dragon.

They unleashed a barrage of attacks on the Ancestral Dragon figure.

The Ancestral Dragon remained calm as if foreseeing this, suddenly erupting with power.

At first, the Ancestral Dragon incarnation appeared as a middle-aged sovereign with a pristine Dao body, but at this moment, it abruptly transformed into a massive azure dragon.

The great dragon roared fiercely, utterly indifferent to the poisonous flames hurled from the shadows, allowing them to strike its body.

Its massive form trembled slightly before swinging like a winding mountain range.

“Rumble!”

The combat style of this Ancestral Dragon incarnation was unexpectedly fierce and savage.

In the blink of an eye, it withstood the attacks of the nine primordial venomous dragons and closed in on one of them.

Its sharp claws struck out.

In a single swipe, it nearly tore the venomous dragon apart, which let out a mournful cry, bloodied and flung away.

Not only that, it swiftly moved with a wildly aggressive stance to face the other venomous dragons.

They rolled and collided repeatedly.

One massive dragon body after another clashed upon the Solar Star, the roars of dragons echoing endlessly.

In just a short while, all nine primordial venomous dragons were defeated.

They retreated together, forming a nine-palace formation as taught by Lin Yang.

The nine venomous dragons, battered and bloodied, faced the enormous azure Ancestral Dragon incarnation with the fear of quails.

If not for their loyalty to Lin Yang as their master, they would have fled long ago.

This fierce dragon battle erupted swiftly and ended even faster.

The Ancestral Dragon incarnation truly lived up to its reputation as an invincible Great Dao Golden Immortal.

Its terror was beyond measure.

Deep within the Solar Star, Lin Yang had already retracted the Chaos Gourd. Seeing this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly before he spoke: “Brother Ancestral Dragon, you are indeed formidable—just one incarnation is so powerful!”

The azure dragon form of the Ancestral Dragon shimmered and transformed back into the middle-aged man’s appearance. His gaze swept over the nine primordial venomous dragons with a cold smile.

His eyes then turned toward the depths of the Solar Star, meeting Lin Yang’s gaze through the endless flames.

“You are not bad, bold enough to steal from me and still dare to stay here to await death!”

The voice of the Ancestral Dragon incarnation was filled with cruelty: “I am the first incarnation of the Ancestral Dragon, named War Dragon Emperor. To provoke and disrespect the Ancestral Dragon is to court death.”

“And yet you still dare remain here. Do you think these nine primordial venomous dragons are truly formidable? I alone am enough to slay them all!”

“Now I offer you a chance: kneel and submit! I might spare your life.” The War Dragon Emperor flicked his hand, and a great halberd appeared.

This halberd was not a primal spiritual treasure but a postnatal refinement. Even so, its power was immense—an exquisite postnatal spiritual treasure named War Dragon Halberd.

The halberd gleamed coldly, bristling with murderous intent. Its blade emitted chilling energy, as if faint traces of blood had yet to dry.

This War Dragon Halberd was a weapon forged through countless battles across the primordial era.

Deep within the Solar Star, Lin Yang’s heart tightened at the War Dragon Emperor’s words, yet his face showed no trace of fear.

Step by step, Lin Yang moved outward. Boundless flames converged from all directions, as if surrounding and venerating him as their sovereign.

He faced the War Dragon Emperor’s might with extraordinary composure, advancing seemingly slowly but actually moving as swiftly as if shrinking the distance.

He soon reached the surface of the Solar Star.

The two stood opposite one another.

They confronted each other.

“Kneel and submit? Perhaps those words should come from me instead.”

Lin Yang said calmly, “Ancestral Dragon, you are nothing but a dry bone in a tomb. How could you expect me to submit?”

“If one’s name does not change by deeds nor one’s lineage by sitting, I am the humble Daoist Hongjun. Today I shall learn the extent of your abilities, Brother.”

Having spoken, Lin Yang expected the War Dragon Emperor to become furious, but instead, he looked somewhat bewildered, then chuckled.

“Hongjun? You claim to be Hongjun?”

He shook his head repeatedly, wearing a mocking expression.

“You scoundrel, if you’re going to impersonate someone, at least pick someone I have never met. That Hongjun lives on Jade Capital Mountain and is a good man. I’ve met him more than once. You dare impersonate him to deceive me—how laughable.”

Lin Yang then realized that the Hongjun he had tried to frame was an old acquaintance of the Ancestral Dragon.

This was somewhat awkward.

Yet Lin Yang’s face was thick-skinned; unfazed, he smiled.

“Brother Ancestral Dragon, you truly have seen much. I cannot hide it from you. Since that is so, I will reveal my true name: I am called Yin Yang.”

The War Dragon Emperor showed no expression, waving the War Dragon Halberd.

“I know Yin Yang as well.”

“The humble Daoist Qian Kun...”

“Qian Kun Daoist is also acquainted with me.”

“Then I am Wu Xing...”

The War Dragon Emperor fell silent, eyes fixed on Lin Yang. It was clear he also knew the Five Elements Ancestor.

Lin Yang wanted to say that he was Luo Hou, but seeing the War Dragon Emperor’s demeanor, he lost interest in provoking further.

After some thought, he no longer concealed it.

“Very well,” he said. “As I traverse the primordial era, I must have a title. Brother may call me Creation.”

“Creation?” The War Dragon Emperor looked him up and down.

This time he merely nodded, saying nothing further.

Obviously, whether Lin Yang spoke truth or falsehood, he could not fool him.

From that moment on, Lin Yang had a Daoist title in the primordial world.

Creation.

Daoist Creation.

Perhaps, after many years, he might be revered as Patriarch Creation.

Lin Yang was merely a name from a future age, but the Daoist title Creation better suited his identity in the primordial world.

After all, he was born from the primal gourd vine, naturally mastering the laws of creation. Calling himself Daoist Creation was by no means an exaggeration.

Yet now, Lin Yang faced his true first battle since his transmigration.

Previously, when he subdued the nine primordial venomous dragons, he had only used cunning tricks and the Chaos Gourd’s ambush—not a direct fight.

This time was different—he would confront the War Dragon Emperor incarnation of the Ancestral Dragon head-on.

The two were about to engage in a great battle.

“Boom!”

At that moment, the atmosphere seemed to shift.

An invisible killing intent and war spirit spread in all directions.

Even the solar flames around them seemed to calm in response.