Volume One, Chapter 14: Darling, Please Turn Around!

“Please, darling, turn around!”

At last, in this moment when the War Dragon Emperor was at his most vulnerable, Lin Yang unleashed the Chaos Gourd.

Simultaneously, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife was launched.

Whish!

Renowned for its swift lethality, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, at such close range, was impossible for the War Dragon Emperor to defend against, no matter how high his cultivation.

In an instant, the War Dragon Emperor’s primordial spirit was pinned down, frozen in place.

Then, two brilliant white beams of light shot forth from that glowing orb.

At that moment, if one were to look down from the heavens above the Sun Star, they would witness two dazzling rays piercing through the boundless flames, slicing across the void.

The very fabric of space itself was rent asunder, forming a colossal chasm that lingered, unable to heal.

Suddenly, a furious roar erupted from the Sun Star, abruptly cut off, and all returned to stillness.

Within the Sun Star, Lin Yang gazed upon the headless corpse sprawled in the inferno, beside which lay a massive dragon head, and he exhaled deeply.

Finally, victory was his.

The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife was indeed ferocious beyond measure; even a mighty Da Luo Golden Immortal like the War Dragon Emperor was caught off guard and slain on the spot.

Yet through this battle, Lin Yang gained a profound understanding of just how terrifying a being like the Ancestral Dragon truly was.

Fortunately, this time it was only the War Dragon Emperor, one of his avatars. Had it been the Ancestral Dragon in person, even if the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife’s power were ten times stronger, it likely would have been futile.

Even the War Dragon Emperor himself had fallen only because of Lin Yang’s surprise attack.

If he were to confront the Ancestral Dragon himself, it was probable that the Chaos Gourd would have been forcibly seized the moment it was summoned.

“Unless one reaches the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal, one must never face a being like the Ancestral Dragon head-on,” Lin Yang thought solemnly.

He activated the Chaos Gourd, gathering the War Dragon Emperor’s corpse, the dragon head, and the nine-headed ancient venomous dragon within.

At this moment, the system finally confirmed the completion of his task.

Reward granted.

With a thought, a grand cauldron appeared before Lin Yang.

This cauldron was the Cauldron of Creation.

An innate supreme treasure.

It was a three-legged round cauldron with a rounded base, adorned with handles and hoof-like feet, pitch black and extraordinarily sturdy.

Countless fierce patterns and demonic god statues adorned its surface, exuding an arcane and obscure aura.

As Lin Yang gazed upon the Cauldron of Creation, his heart pounded with excitement; he could already sense the flow of primordial creation’s essence within it.

With this cauldron, he would surely deepen his comprehension of the Dao of Creation.

It would greatly benefit his cultivation.

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However, he could not linger here.

Lin Yang stored the Cauldron of Creation within his Sea of Consciousness, nurturing it with his primordial spirit.

Like the Chaos Gourd, the Cauldron of Creation was also a system reward; though an innate supreme treasure, it required no refinement from Lin Yang.

This saved him a tremendous amount of effort.

After securing the Cauldron of Creation, Lin Yang took the Chaos Gourd and began to cleanse the battlefield.

Primarily, he erased his residual aura and shielded the cause-and-effect traces.

With the assistance of the Chaos Gourd, this was an easy task.

Even if the Ancestral Dragon himself came searching, there would be no way to trace him.

Forcible divination and tracking were out of the question.

A single innate supreme treasure was enough to mask all heavenly secrets, rendering all divinatory arts ineffective.

And now Lin Yang possessed two.

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In the Eastern Sea, inside the Ancestral Dragon’s palace.

At the very moment the War Dragon Emperor perished, the Ancestral Dragon immediately sensed it, disbelief spreading across his face.

The War Dragon Emperor, one of his nine great avatars, was his strongest fighter.

And yet, it had fallen?

Moreover, it was slain by a mere Da Luo Golden Immortal—a small fry.

Could this be a trap?

Was someone attempting to lure him into an ambush?

The Ancestral Dragon’s expression shifted repeatedly as he calculated and recalculated, yet the results were unsatisfactory.

He only gleaned scant information.

From these fragments, it appeared that on the Sun Star, there truly was only a single Da Luo Golden Immortal involved—no one else.

This was most perplexing.

The Ancestral Dragon did not act rashly but entered seclusion immediately.

After a few days, he succeeded in re-summoning the War Dragon Emperor avatar.

His nine avatars were quite mysterious; as long as they were not all destroyed or he himself slain, they could be summoned again.

However, each summoning consumed a great deal of his cultivation.

Once the War Dragon Emperor was restored, the Ancestral Dragon gained clarity on what had transpired on the Sun Star.

“So it really was just one person—a minor Da Luo Golden Immortal—who killed one of my avatars?”

He remained unsettled for a long while.

Throughout the battle, Lin Yang’s displayed strength was not extraordinary.

In the Ancestral Dragon’s eyes, it seemed rather average, as if inexperienced in many battles.

Lacking experience.

No matter what, he should never have stumbled.

Yet he did.

His most powerful avatar, the War Dragon Emperor, died on the Sun Star.

The only oddity was that final moment—what was that beam of white light?

It had slain the War Dragon Emperor in a single strike.

Yet even the War Dragon Emperor couldn’t see clearly; he had only caught a glimpse of a white light before his primordial spirit was pinned and destroyed.

“Whoever could kill my avatar, given the cultivation of that Daoist of Creation, is impossible,” the Ancestral Dragon muttered.

“That beam of white light is likely some kind of lethal treasure—an exquisite innate spiritual treasure?”

He shook his head, then his eyes suddenly brightened.

“An innate supreme treasure?!”

It was unlikely that something capable of instantly killing the War Dragon Emperor was merely an exquisite innate spiritual treasure.

Therefore, it was very likely an innate supreme treasure.

Or perhaps some other entity matching the power of an innate supreme treasure.

Whatever the case, it unsettled the Ancestral Dragon greatly.

Especially since, during the battle, Lin Yang had revealed his own foundation: the awakened vine of the innate spiritual root gourd.

At this point, the Ancestral Dragon could no longer linger on the matter of the nine-headed ancient venomous dragon.

All his focus was on Lin Yang.

But no matter how he considered it, he was powerless against Lin Yang now.

After all, his strongest avatar had been sent forth and still failed to defeat Lin Yang—he was even slain in return.

Was it truly necessary for the Ancestral Dragon himself to intervene?

That was not impossible.

After all, for an “innate supreme treasure” and a “top ten spiritual root” like Lin Yang, it would be worth the effort.

But the question was, where could he find Lin Yang now?

Previously, Lin Yang had waited for him on the Sun Star, which was how he encountered Lin Yang.

Now, Lin Yang’s trail was completely untraceable.

The innate supreme treasures shielded all cause and effect, blocking any divination.

Even as a Primordial Golden Immortal with vast divine powers, he was helpless.

“Daoist of Creation, I will remember you!” the Ancestral Dragon gritted his teeth and swallowed his pride.

The only consolation was that no one else knew about this.

If news of his avatar’s death spread, it would bring him great shame.

Indeed, this time the Ancestral Dragon suffered tremendous losses.

First, the nine-headed ancient venomous dragon, nurtured for countless millennia, was stolen.

Then, when seeking revenge, his avatar was slain.

But most vexing was Lin Yang himself—a formidable foe who left the Ancestral Dragon feeling as if a bone were caught in his throat.