At this moment Zhunti's heart was bleeding! Nine is the ultimate number in the Great Dao, and the Chaos Spiritual Root is bounded by it, sending out this Bodhi Seed. In this life, Zhunti could only live with the remaining eight seeds!
"Go, I've said I wouldn't make things difficult for you! Just hope you don't come back to the East in the future!" Li Qingming put away the Bodhi Seed and said indifferently to Zhunti.
Zhunti's expression turned sorrowful; he nodded and dashed towards the Western Border. Yet in his heart, he made a firm decision: "I, Zhunti, swear to convert all the treasures and talents of the East! Blame that hateful Taoist!" Poor Zhunti; after battling with Li Qingming for so long, he still didn't know who Li Qingming really was! Truly a miserable fate!
Li Qingming was in a cheerful mood, thought for a moment, used the Vertical Earth Golden Light Technique, and went straight to the south.
Desert North Dragon Clan's territory, Ancestor Dragon Palace!
"Ao Tian, since the battle of Buzhou passed over seven hundred years ago, have you ever resented me?" Ao Long, seated on the Dragon Throne, asked Ao Tian, who sat below him.
"I have never resented Father Emperor!" Ao Tian shook his head and said: "It's only that the Beast Clan and the Spiritual Birds Clan were too detestable, now they share the world with our clan. Yet, for the past hundred years, they have repeatedly invaded our territories, truly abominable to the extreme!"
"Ao Tian, I'm relieved that you think this way! I have issued a decree ordering a campaign, which has been distributed among the Scale Armor tribes. I ordered all tribes to assemble their troops, to battle with the two clans at Yun Meng Swamp, to decide the ownership of Primordial World!" Ao Long stroked his beard as he spoke.
"If so, then this son will thank Father Emperor on behalf of the soldiers who died in the battle of Mount Buzhou!" Ao Tian felt secretly overjoyed, thinking, "It's truly a windfall that required no effort! With this, my plan is realized!"
Tiannan Undying Volcano, Phoenix Hall.
"Leader Bing, today Feng Wei brought a battle report; the Dragon Clan has invited our clan to a decisive battle in Yun Meng Swamp two hundred years from now!" Phoenix Clan's second elder, Feng Qiming, reported with his hands joined in the hall.
"Oh!" Feng Tian leapt up from the Phoenix Chariot and said, "Really? Good! Good! Good! This time, I must avenge the repeated bullying of our clan! Issue the orders, command the Spiritual Birds of all tribes to gather here at Phoenix Hall, to discuss the arrangements for the battle!"
Central Beast Clan Holy Land, Qilin Hall.
"Clan Leader, this time the Dragon Clan has invited us to duel at Yun Meng Swamp, could there be any scheming?" Mu Batian, leader of the Mastiff Lion Clan, said lazily seated on the throne to Lin Tian.
"What scheme could there be? It's simply an excuse to deploy a large army for ambush, aiming to severely damage us!" Yawning, Lin Tian was clearly not in good condition.
"But, my lord!" Mu Batian said, "I worry that if we send a large force, the Dragon Clan might take advantage of our tribe's emptiness and stealthily attack our territory!"
"Don't worry, our Beast Clan is the largest tribe in the Primordial World. I only need to mobilize several elite units from the Bull and Leopard clans, and importantly, include the White Tiger Clan!" Lin Tian said this, his eyes flashed with a brilliant chill, then continued: "Just need these three clans, and we can annihilate the Dragon Clan and their unrealistic plans!"
Mu Batian looked at Lin Tian's expression and wisely said nothing further.
Time always slips away unknowingly, and soon two hundred years had passed.
Western Border, Yun Meng Swamp.
This Yun Meng Swamp, serving as a barrier dividing the Primordial East and West, spans millions of miles. Amidst it, mountains peak majestically and colorful clouds flow with radiant light. Covered in mists, spiritual birds and immortal beasts can be glimpsed intermittently. Spanning hundreds of miles, the Yun Meng River flows across the entire Yun Meng Swamp, thus it was named.
At this time, the clans of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin had already led their armies to the front of Yun Meng River, facing each other. The atmosphere was dense and tense. Only to hear Ancestor Dragon Ao Long from the Dragon Clan shouted loudly: "Lin Tian, Feng Tian. We, the Innate Three Clans, being the leaders of the Beast, Flying Birds, and Scale Armor respectively, have been locked in struggle since our genesis, fighting through several Primordial Meetings. Now, our three clans, being major forces in the Primordial World for more than one Primordial Meeting. I wish to settle this with you! My Dragon clan is chosen by the heavenly mandate, destined to lead the Primordial World!" After saying this, he released the aura of the Quasi-Saint Middle Stage, pressing it across the river towards Lin Tian and Feng Tian.
The morale of the Dragon Clan spiked, the core members of the Dragon Clan let out loud Dragon Roars, transformed into their true forms, and soared through the clouds. The Snake affiliate spat long tongues, clutched steel pitchforks; the Fish affiliate controlled water and commanded thunder...
Feng Tian scoffed angrily and shouted: "Hmph! Ao Long, you exterminated my Vermilion Bird section, killed Deputy Clan Leader Huang Jing'er, and harbored deep enmity with my Phoenix Clan! Today, I shall not rest until this is resolved!" Saying this, he too released his Quasi-Saint Middle Stage aura!
All the affiliated tribes of Flying Birds transformed into their original forms, a massive number of birds flashed their wings and employed their Innate Divine Skills, charging towards the Scale Armor Clan.
"Ha ha ha! How can you fight without me, Lin Tian? Come on, warriors of the Beast Clan, fight!" A massive dark Qilin, from the depths of the swamp, flew over.
All the affiliated tribes of the Beast Clan; Bull Tribes formed an inverted-triangle formation, charging straight ahead like sharp knives; White Tiger Clan in the center, all sharp claws and bared fangs; and then the Winged Dragon among the Dinosaur section, with sharp beaks and claws endlessly emitting ultrasonic waves, shaking the space...
"Boom!"
Finally, the three clans converged above the Yun Meng River!
The high-end forces of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans fiercely clashed into each other. The Scale Armor, Flying Birds, and Beast affiliates were also battling individually. Soon the entire Yun Meng Swamp became a Shura Battlefield. At this moment, no clan held any dignified posture, everyone glaring with blood-red eyes, continuously roaring and howling!