Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

Ning Xunqiu confirmed decisively.

In an instant, the dragon body shuddered slightly.

Five Qi Chaoyuan, Three Flowers Gathering at the Top.

The "Jade Sky Streaming Light Galaxy" entwined around his Primordial Spirit unfolded abruptly, transforming into a brilliant starlight barrier, suppressing his own aura firmly to avoid attracting outside attention.

His Primordial Spirit Dao Practice originated from "Cyan Heaven". As long as he did not transcend the limits of Cyan Heaven, he could break through realms at will.

Now, at this crucial moment of the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Expository Teaching that might exist outside, though juniors with not very high cultivation, could be quite troublesome if they teamed up, especially with the various magical treasures bestowed by Yuanshi Celestial Venerable.

Use the fortune as needed without being stingy.

The Celestial Derivation Volume flickered again, revealing new options.

[Would you like to use 38,000 points of fortune to break through to the Immortal Dao "Quasi-Saint" realm?]

[Would you like to use 200,000 points of fortune to break through to the Immortal Dao "Primordial Infinite Great Luo Golden Immortal" realm?]

Ning Xunqiu’s gaze tightened slightly. After pondering for a moment, he slowly closed the "Celestial Derivation Volume".

He glanced at his younger sister Ao Run, who was standing by in full readiness, nodded slightly to signal her, then closed his dragon eyes and began to operate the Dragon Race’s Dharma Gate, concentrating on cultivation.

Although cultivation cheat is good, it consumes the most fortune.

If he could rely on the Celestial Derivation Volume to break through at the critical moment, he could save a lot of fortune.

South Sea Dragon King Ao Qin saw his elder brother close his eyes, quickly raised his claw and gently poked the body of North Sea Dragon King Ao Shun, opened his dragon mouth, and whispered in a barely audible voice:

"Second brother, let’s... slip away..."

Gurgle gurgle~

North Sea Dragon King Ao Shun understood, nodded his head slightly, the two dragons exchanged a tacit glance, then slowly wagged their dragon tails and dove deeper into the undersea purgatory.

In the depths of the magma, heat waves rolled, and the surrounding rock walls were scorched red by the high temperature, occasionally bubbles emerged from the magma, making a "gurgling" sound.

Among the three Dragon Kings, South Sea Dragon King Ao Qin’s dragon body was the most burly and majestic, yet his courage was the smallest. Once they reached the depths of the magma, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, his voice slightly trembling as he said:

"That was truly terrifying just now..."

As he spoke, his dragon whiskers quivered slightly with his breath, somewhat shaken.

On normal days, the three of them would occasionally sneak out of the Magma Purgatory, to the seas near the East Sea Dragon Palace to relax. Due to the presence of the "Sea-Stabilizing Chain", their elder brother, East Sea Dragon King Ao Guang, was mostly coiled around a pillar in slumber, turned a blind eye to their actions, and didn’t probe deeper.

Even if they were occasionally caught, it was just a bit of verbal sparring, never like this time...

South Sea Dragon King Ao Qin glanced at Ao Shun’s dragon face, inwardly grateful that someone had endured the elder brother’s wrath.

North Sea Dragon King Ao Shun, feeling relieved yet apprehensive, lowered his head and gently touched his own proudly firm Hundred Refinements Vajra-like body with his dragon claw. Even such a sturdy dragon body could not withstand the power of elder brother Ao Guang.

"Such power..."

"That Ao Guang, he really can endure. To become a lapdog of the Celestial Court, yet keep saying it’s for the Dragon Race, retreating again and again. It’s laughable!"

"The matter of the Spirit Pearl and Demon Pill, related to the Sealing God Tribulation, yet the Celestial Venerable entrusted such a secret to Shen Gongbao, of Demon Race descent. And Shen Gongbao happened to be his friend, upon hearing the secret of the Spirit Pearl, he stupidly went to steal it."

"Then wanted his nephew to earn glory for the Expository Teaching, ascend to heaven and become a god, remove the Demon Race identity for the Dragon Race? Hahaha, don’t you know, now in the Immortal Realm, the Human Race is powerful, once you’re a demon, you’re a demon for life!! The prejudices in people’s hearts aren’t formed in a day!"

Ao Shun snorted coldly, a hint of coldness flashing in his dragon eyes, "Let’s see how you’ll endure this time!"

Human beings are divided into good and evil, and so is the Dragon Race. Elder brother Ao Guang is an alien of the Dragon Race, after birth, besides cultivation, he has been devoted to mitigating the Human-Demon conflict externally.

Always speaking of under the Cyan Heaven, all things with spirit are equal, evolving wisdom civilization should coexist in harmony...

However, such nonsense has long been outdated, now even the eighty-year-old human grandmothers don’t believe it.

Back then, he believed his elder brother’s rhetoric, transformed and went ashore, his clothes accidentally tore revealing a bit of dragon scale, and that group of people, with just one word "demon", scared a grandmother into fainting on the spot, then he was chased relentlessly by a Human Race cultivator for eight hundred miles, nearly unable to return.

Humans hunt demon race for alchemy, demon race devour humans to increase wisdom.

Conflicts between the two sides have accumulated since ancient times, how could they be resolved in a day?

Furthermore.

The Dragon Race was among the earliest high-level civilizations, under the leadership of the great "Ancestral Dragon", they possessed language, writing, and rituals as a high-level civilization. The Dragon Race united with the Hundred Races to step out of the Barbaric Wilderness together, established the first generation Celestial Court, unifying all spiritual beings of the continent, ocean, and sky into one race — "Demon".

[Those with wisdom, are demons. Civilized beings do not consume one another.]

[Violators shall be struck down by all demons.]

This is an ironclad rule, the foundation of the First Generation Celestial Court.

In the ideology of the First Generation Celestial Court, any race with wisdom and civilization is considered a demon and would be educated and protected by the Celestial Court.

Among them, those who made great contributions to the demon race civilization are the Demon Gods, revered and admired by all demons.

They are also the predecessors of the Immortals and Buddhas across the sky.

Remove the word ’demon,’ and there are gods and Buddhas!

Ever since the Human Race separated from the Demon Race to stand alone, coupled with the favoritism of the Saints, it gradually evolved into the greatest injustice in the world.

The Celestial Dao, which should be impartial, began to favor the Human Race.

Demons who eliminate evil actually suffer heavenly punishment, while humans who kill demons receive so-called heavenly merit? Utterly absurd.

The Celestial Dao is so unjust, yet the gods and Buddhas across the sky and the Saints do not think of enlightening, resolving conflicts but instead fan the flames, causing endless strife in the Mortal World, akin to purgatory... Perhaps, there will be no more demons in the future, only devils.

Beside him, the South Sea Dragon King, Ao Qin, although not understanding the Celestial Court’s scheming, was very good at echoing, with a tone of indignation:

"Exactly, exactly. Once the affair of stealing the Spirit Pearl is exposed, he too will be cast into this Undersea Purgatory by the Celestial Court, then—"

Ao Shun and Ao Qin exchanged a glance, as if they could already see the embarrassed look of their elder brother Ao Guang.

"Then, we must certainly host our big brother well! Hahaha!"

The two simultaneously burst into laughter, their dragon tails joyfully slapping the magma.

However, before their laughter faded.

"Oh? What are you secretly plotting? Tell me so that I may also rejoice?"

A deep and authoritative voice suddenly came from behind them.

"E-El-elder brother!!"

The South Sea Dragon King, Ao Qin, trembled violently, hearing the familiar and commanding voice, he immediately curled into a ’U’ shape, his dragon eyes filled with terror.

He rapidly turned, crashing into the North Sea Dragon King, Ao Shun, and in his panic, turned swiftly, accidentally sweeping his dragon tail into the North Sea Dragon King, Ao Shun beside him, causing the two dragons to crash into each other, their dragon bodies entangled, dragon claws clawing chaotically.

The heatwaves of the magma rolled around them, reflecting their panic-stricken expressions, the arrogant air just a moment ago extinguished.

"You two have such small courage."

The West Sea Dragon King, Ao Run, slowly emerged from a spatial rift, a playful smile appearing on her dragon face as she lightly swayed her dragon tail, lowering her voice with a chuckle.

"Just hearing the elder brother’s voice scared you like this; truly disgraceful for us Dragon Kings."

Ao Shun, hearing this, leapt to his feet, his dragon eyes burning with anger at being mocked, while also tinged with a trace of barely concealed embarrassment, he roared loudly: "Ao Run!!!"

"Why roar so loudly? I’m not deaf."

The West Sea Dragon King, Ao Run, curled into a charming smile, casually tossing the purple sea snail in her hand, "Forgot to mention, I’ve just recorded it with the Memory Shell. I’m going to report it to the elder brother later."

"Ao Run, I’m going to fight you!"

Ao Shun’s face instantly flushed red, his dragon body vibrating fiercely, soaring into the sky.

"Get her!" Ao Qin followed closely behind.

The three dragons engaged in relentless pursuit in the Undersea Purgatory, their dragon claws causing currents with every swing.

"Stop, there’s something happening!"

Just as the battle intensified, the West Sea Dragon King, Ao Run, suddenly sensed something, raised a hand to halt the two naive ones who couldn’t touch her.

Buzz buzz!

A resonant buzzing sound echoed around, the surface of the magma rippling in circles before splitting deep gaps, scorching magma slowly flowing downwards from the cracks.

The three dragons gazed intently at the ’spatial rift.’

Beyond the rift, flags fluttered on the city walls, civilians panic-stricken fleeing, drums of war thundering, a squadron of armored human soldiers standing ready.

It turned out to be Chentang Pass!

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