The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 221 - 167 Sudden Change

The multitude of Primordial Great Powers seated in the hall were stunned by this sudden turn of events. Who could have imagined that at the very end of the Heavenly Marriage feast, a bloodstained member of the Dragon Clan would storm into the Heavenly Court alone to deliver a message, a message so shocking it could shake the heavens and the earth!

Ao Guang, the East Sea Dragon King, suddenly stood up from his seat, his old face turning red in an instant: "No, I don’t believe it! How could my noble Dragon Clan, with countless Taiyi and Daluo masters, be taken over!"

The other three Dragon Kings also showed faces full of shock. The East Sea had fallen, but which force was behind this? Could it be the Witch Tribe who had previously excused themselves from the feast?

Just then, the Demon God who had followed the blood trail of the dragon stepped into the hall and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesties, envoys from the Dragon Clans of the South Sea, North Sea, and West Sea are outside the South Heavenly Gate with urgent matters, seeking an audience with the Dragon Kings! Since the envoy from the East Sea Dragon Clan burned his blood to break into Lingxiao Palace, we could not stop him, please punish us, Your Majesties!"

Di Jun, with a solemn expression, waved his hand and said, "It doesn’t matter, let the envoys from the Three Sea Dragon Clans into the hall!"

The grimy envoys from the Three Sea Dragon Clans stumbled into the hall, not even having the chance to pay respects to the Saints and Great Powers, and knelt down in front of the three Dragon Kings, wailing: "Your Majesty, our Dragon Clan’s foundation of a hundred million years has turned into smoke in mere moments!"

"What!"

This time, it was not just the Four Sea Dragon Kings who were startled. Excluding the Saints, all the Great Powers present could not sit still. Just who possessed such a massive force to attack the Four Seas simultaneously, and to think that the Four Seas had fallen at the same time. Was there really such a power on the Primordial Land?

"Impossible, I want you to explain clearly!" Ao Guang’s eyes were bloodshot as he manically shook the South Sea Dragon Clan envoy’s shoulders, his ferocious demeanor causing onlookers to cower in fear and to feel a chill across their bodies.

The convulsing envoy from the South Sea Dragon Clan, with a face full of panic, and unfocused eyes that were gray and defeated, stammered out the description of the shocking change:

On the day the Four Dragon Kings were invited by Your Majesty to attend the Heavenly Marriage feast at the Heavenly Court.

Soon after the Four Dragon Kings left, strange signs appeared in the sky. The Moon rose but would not ascend, and the Sun set but would not descend. The dragon sons and grandsons gathered their armies and floated on the sea, watching this once-in-a-lifetime spectacle.

When the Moon rose and the Sun set, the dragon sons and grandsons prepared to return to the Dragon Palace, but the nightmare descended.

Minister Turtle, who had been missing for a long time, along with the Octopus Clan of the South Sea, who had once submitted to the Dragon Clan, and a group of mysterious figures in black cloaks and robes, descended from the sky.

The leader of the Octopus Clan, named Mo Hai, was tenacious and had once entered the Netherworld Blood Sea to refine his heart with its nefarious energies, breaking through from Taiyin Golden Immortal to the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. He harnessed the polluted qi from the Netherworld Blood Sea to forge an Acquired Spiritual Treasure—named the Netherworld Spear, specialized in corrupting others’ Magic Treasures and Primordial Spirits.

His Octopus Clan followers, for reasons unknown, not only increased in number but also had robust bodies and a bloodthirsty and brutal nature. They launched a surprise attack on the unprepared Dragon Sons and Grandsons; some were taken prisoner, others were slaughtered, absorbing their Dragon Crystal Divine Marrow, flaying their skins, drawing out their tendons, drinking their blood and eating their flesh—a level of brutality that was horrifying.

What happened after was simple; Minister Turtle, an Old Bangzi who knew the seas of the Four Seas Dragon Palace like the back of his hand, led the assault; within less than two hours, they successfully took over the South Sea.

The other three seas experienced similar fates, and all four mysterious forces were led by Minister Turtle, capturing the Four Seas in a swift attack. If not for some members of the Dragon Clan who escaped quickly, they would have been in peril of complete annihilation.

After hearing the envoy’s story, the Four Sea Dragon Kings were like souls lost, collapsing onto the ground. A foundation built over a hundred million years was reduced to nothing in a day; how could this not deeply grieve the Four Sea Dragon Kings.

However, it wasn’t just them who were shocked; all the Great Powers present were also filled with immense curiosity.

The Three Pure Ones, heads bowed in silence, were rapidly performing their calculations, but the unpredictability of the heavens’ will made their efforts futile, frustrating the Saints who always liked to have everything within their control.

Suddenly, as if recalling something, the Four Sea Dragon Kings struggled to their feet and knelt in front of Di Jun’s altar, pleading: "Your Majesty, ever since the Dragon Clan submitted to you, we have been diligent and obedient, never harboring a single thought of defiance. Now the Four Seas have fallen, countless Dragon Clan members are in peril, we implore Your Majesty to dispatch troops to the Four Seas to help us quell the rebellion!"

Di Jun exchanged a glance with Taiyi and hurried forward to help the exhausted Four Dragon Kings up, saying, "Please be at ease, four Fellow Daoists; the Four Seas are under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court, and it is only right for us to protect them. Once this matter is resolved here, I shall dispatch troops to the Four Seas to help you reclaim your territories!"

The Four Dragon Kings were immediately moved to tears of gratitude.

"Ha ha ha ha, with just you two wretched beasts, how could you possibly do anything to me? And you still delude yourselves with hopes of taking back the Four Seas; it’s simply the ramblings of madmen!" A harsh, unpleasant voice suddenly intruded from outside the South Heavenly Gate, reverberating throughout the Palace of the Polestar.

"Hmm, Old bastard?" Li Qingming furrowed his brows upon hearing this familiar voice. He then chuckled and said, "Didn’t expect this old fellow to have the guts to come to the Heavenly Court looking for discomfort, how amusing!"

Wang Shu, standing by Li Qingming’s side, asked softly upon hearing this, "What old bastard?"

"Heh heh, that would be a green-shell old turtle that’s lived for who knows how many years!" Li Qingming said with a light laugh.

"What demon dares to be so presumptuous in my Heavenly Court?" Taiyi frowned deeply as he looked around the empty Palace of the Polestar.

A skinny, sleazy figure abruptly materialized in the Palace of the Polestar. His unchanging dark, mysterious cloak and the foot-long mountain goat beard fluttered in front of his chest.

The five Saints present only glanced at him briefly before shifting their gaze away. In the eyes of the Saints, the cultivation of a Late Sub-Saint was, at best, nothing more than a slightly larger ant.

"Old Bangzi, it’s you!" Taiyi’s eyes narrowed, and a torrential, chilling killing intent burst forth all at once.

Old Turtle leisurely swayed his body, nonchalantly picking up a wine cup from the table and said with a laugh, "Ha ha ha, I didn’t expect Your Majesty Taiyi to still remember me! This truly flatters me!"

"Minister Turtle, we considered ourselves fair to you. Why lead troops to attack the Four Seas and slaughter my Dragon Clan?" Meeting one’s foe indeed reddens the eyes, as Ao Guang’s eyes reddened with venomous gaze fixed on Old Turtle.

"Trash! All four of you are trash! What a heroic figure our old master was, to have shamelessly boorish descendants like you! I’ve exterminated your Four Seas lineage, naturally, there are other Dragon Clans that can replace you to lead our Dragon Clan! You no longer deserve to own the Four Seas and reap the riches of the Primordial Waters!" Old Turtle drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, his face showing utter disdain.

"You lowly servant, without the ancestors of my Dragon Clan, you’d still be an ant at the mercy of others. My Dragon Clan gave you the cultivation techniques and materials for cultivating. Is this how you repay my Dragon Clan?" The dragon horns on Ao Run’s head pointed skyward, clearly extremely furious.

"Ha ha ha, do I owe you, Dragon Clan? When the Primordial era vied for supremacy, the Innate Dragon Clan fought heaven and battled earth, and I made numerous merits for the Dragon Clan. How could a junior like you know?" Old Turtle smashed the wine cup in his hand, looked at Di Jun and Taiyi who remained silent, and said, "From this day on, my Dragon Clan withdraws from the Heavenly Court to stand alone. If the Demon Race refuses to accept this, they’re welcome to attack! My Dragon Clan will face them all! The green mountains shall not change; the green waters shall always flow. I will be in the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, waiting for good news!"

With these words, the old ghost intended to turn into a rainbow light and leave.

"Old bastard, do you think you can come and go in this Heavenly Court as you please? Get down here!" Li Qingming squinted his eyes at Old Turtle transforming into a rainbow light.

Suddenly, the spiritual energy around Li Qingming fluctuated violently, a flash of blue light, and an enormous hand appeared above the Palace of the Polestar out of nowhere. Its terrifying force directly shattered the heavens, slamming Old Turtle down onto the smooth Green Jade Plate.

"Crack!"

A series of shocking cracks spread out dozens of feet from Old Turtle at the center.

And Old Turtle, who had successfully broken through to the Late Sub-Saint stage, had no resistance and was easily slapped down by Li Qingming. This display of power startled the several Saints. In the thousands of years unseen, just how terrifying had Li Qingming’s cultivation level advanced?

The old Turtle, firmly pressed against the Green Jade Plate, only felt soreness all over his body and internal bleeding. That terrifying pressure directly tore apart the strong confidence that Old Turtle had just established with his breakthrough to Quasi-Saint.

"Qingmingzi! Why is it always you who jumps out first? Why is it always you who ruins my good deeds? I swear, in this life, I will never rest until you, Qingmingzi, and I are dead!" A cloud of black fog suddenly started to float around Old Turtle’s body, enveloping him completely. That venomous voice drifted out from the black fog.

Li Qingming looked at the black fog indifferently and said: "I wouldn’t even consider you an opponent. In my eyes, you are nothing but an ant!"

"Hmph! I hope the next time I see you, you can still talk so big!" The black fog circled the hall and disappeared quietly.

The hall fell into silence for a moment; no one knew how much time had passed. As the Saints left and the Great Powers returned, the previously bustling Palace of the Polestar once again became eerily quiet.

...

In the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, a mysterious watery domain.

"Master, your servant has returned!" The black fog swirled around Old Turtle as he prostrated himself before the pitch-dark cave entrance, bowing in reverence.

"Hm? You’re injured?" Suddenly, two blood-red lights lit up from within the cave, and that ice-cold voice seemed devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Your servant has failed to complete the task, please punish me, Master!" Old Turtle trembled, a hint of panic flashing through him.

"Useless trash!" There was silence in the cave for a while, and then a burst of rage echoed, followed by an ancient and simple Jade Bottle. "This is the holy medicine of our Dragon Clan; take it and consume it. Remember, there won’t be a next time!"

"Yes!" Old Turtle grabbed the Jade Bottle with ecstatic gratitude and bowed before leaving.

A light chant echoed in the pitch-dark cave: "Ao Long, Ao Long, the hegemony you did not complete in your day, let this ancestor complete it for you!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)