If he could possess a miniature world, then other powerful beings must have them as well. So, the Primordial Immortal Domain he currently resided in—was it an independently existing world, or a miniature world within the body of a powerful entity?
Chen Chang'an didn’t know the answer to this, and neither could Chen Qingqing provide a definitive explanation. After all, they were both inhabitants of this world, unable to uncover the truth of its existence.
Perhaps only when Chen Chang'an gained the ability to break free from the Primordial Immortal Domain would he truly understand whether it was an independent realm or merely a world within another being’s body.
"The Primordial Immortal Domain contains countless small worlds like the Profound Mystic Realm, all existing independently."
"If the world within me grows powerful enough to rival the Primordial Immortal Domain, will it also give birth to many small worlds like the Profound Mystic Realm?"
"This…"
Chen Chang'an didn’t know, and he was aware that no answers could be found at his current level.
"Enough, overthinking is pointless."
"When the time comes, I’ll know."
"Let’s just leave this place for now."
Chen Chang'an didn’t dwell on the matter any further. He was a lazy man by nature—if something couldn’t be figured out, he wouldn’t waste time on it.
"Big Bro’s aura!"
"Big Bro is still in the Pristine Sea!"
The moment Chen Chang'an and Chen Qingqing stepped out of the barrier, Da Huang and the other two, who had just arrived in the Pristine Sea, immediately sensed his presence.
Chen Chang'an felt them as well and flew straight toward their location.
When Da Huang saw Chen Chang'an, his face lit up with joy—until he noticed Chen Qingqing standing beside him. His expression froze.
"Big Bro!"
"I thought you left for some important matter!"
"I’ve been worried sick about your safety!"
"Turns out, you were out picking up girls?"
"How could you do this to me?" Da Huang fumed.
Huh?
What nonsense was this?
Even if he had been picking up girls—which he hadn’t—what business was it of Da Huang’s? Why was this guy acting so aggrieved?
"Are you out of your mind?"
"What does this have to do with you?" Chen Chang'an replied helplessly.
"Big Bro, has our bond weakened?"
"You’d abandon me for a… beautiful woman?"
"I—"
"Enough, stop spouting nonsense."
"You’re the Kirin Sovereign. What trouble could you possibly have in the Kirin Clan? Even if something happened, it’d be a good thing, wouldn’t it?"
"I was just in seclusion for a while. And let me introduce you—this is the Divine Tree, Chen Qingqing."
The Divine Tree?
So this was the Divine Tree?
Though they had suspected as much, only now, with Chen Chang'an’s introduction, did they confirm their guess.
Who would’ve thought the Divine Tree was a woman—and such a stunningly beautiful one at that!
"Big Bro, you really are the type to prioritize beauty over friendship," Da Huang grumbled.
Hearing this, Chen Chang'an pointed at Chen Qingqing and asked, "Tell me, shouldn’t I prioritize beauty over friendship?"
Huh?
That… was an irrefutable point.
"Well, if it were me, I’d do the same."
"Big Bro, I get it now."
"Hehehe, so gorgeous." Da Huang grinned foolishly.
"Alright, wipe your drool. You’re no match for her."
"Seems like you’ve made some decent progress—already at the peak of the Immortal Emperor realm?"
Da Huang puffed up with pride at Chen Chang'an’s words. "Big Bro, what do you think? Impressive, right?"
"Old Huang is making a comeback!"
"Let’s see who dares look down on me now."
"I’m a peak Immortal Emperor!"
Seeing Da Huang’s smug expression, Chen Chang'an understood. Ever since arriving in the Primordial Immortal Domain, Da Huang had been frustrated. Chen Chang'an was playing in the big leagues, while Da Huang had been reduced to a mere mascot.
"Didn’t you say you could take human form now?"
"Why are you still in this dog shape?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"Force of habit."
"I’ll transform when the time comes." Da Huang smirked suggestively.
Meanwhile, Chen Qingqing studied the three of them before speaking. "Kirin Sovereign, Nine-Clawed Chaos Dragon… and this one—I can’t quite discern it. It’s not a living being but… energy?"
Da Huang and the others were stunned. How had Chen Qingqing so effortlessly identified them? This was unbelievable!
"How did you know?" Chen Chang'an asked, equally surprised.
"I told you before—at the dawn of creation, all life in the Primordial Immortal Domain benefited from my true form."
"In the beginning, my body nourished all living beings in this realm. The Kirin Sovereign was one of them, so of course I recognize it."
"As for the Nine-Clawed Chaos Dragon… you don’t belong to the Primordial Immortal Domain."
"And this one… I can sense it’s pure energy, but I don’t know what it is."
Chen Qingqing’s words left them all speechless.
Da Huang being recognized as the Kirin Sovereign was one thing, but what did she mean by the Nine-Clawed Chaos Dragon not belonging to the Primordial Immortal Domain?
As for Yi Tuo, the Ashen Lord, it was an anomaly born from the destruction of worlds—a mutated form of annihilation’s origin force. It made sense that Chen Qingqing couldn’t identify it.
But if she claimed the little serpent didn’t belong to the Primordial Immortal Domain, how had she recognized it?
"What do you mean I don’t belong to the Primordial Immortal Domain?"
"But I clearly exist here!" the little serpent protested.
"When the dragon race first emerged, the highest-ranking among them was the Six-Clawed Dragon God."
"Not even the Seven-Clawed Sacred Dragon ever appeared in the Primordial Immortal Domain."
"There’s no possibility of a Nine-Clawed Chaos Dragon being born among their descendants."
"So, you don’t belong here. As for why you’re in this realm, I don’t know."
"You likely originate from a higher-level world."
Hearing this explanation, the little serpent was dumbfounded. Its inherited memories contained no such information.
There wasn’t even any mention of it being a Chaos Dragon, despite its memories being intimately familiar with the Primordial Immortal Domain.
How could it be from a higher-level world?
"So, I wasn’t stolen from the dragon race—I was thrown down from a higher world?" The little serpent was utterly confused.
"You might find answers if you visit the dragon race and confirm whether you’re truly a descendant of the Primordial Immortal Domain’s dragons."
"There’s no point dwelling on it now."
"But… between the dragon race, the phoenix race, the Ye Family, and the Mu Family, which is closest from here?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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