Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Thunder God and the Azure Dragon

Old Ancestor Qiankun, with no time to consider further, swiftly flipped his hand and produced the Qiankun Cauldron. He activated it, finally managing to take in the Hollow Willow Tree along with a portion of the innate spirit soil nourished by the Three Lights Divine Water.

Just as he stowed the Qiankun Cauldron, purple lightning surged like a tide across the distant sky. A burly figure appeared amidst the lightning, seeming to bathe in its brilliance. In a flash of thunderous light, he arrived before Qiankun.

He was a towering man, over two meters tall, clad in a long robe of purple-black, wielding a divine mace of dark gold resembling a wolf-toothed club. Electric light coursed over his entire form, even flickering in the curls of his black hair, while in his eyes, bolts of lightning seemed to erupt with tangible force.

"Thunder God?" The moment Qiankun Old Ancestor saw this burly man, his eyes sparkled with recognition.

The Thunder God of Leize, also born of the primordial gods and demons, was not as formidable as Nuwa, Fuxi, Qiankun Old Ancestor, Yangmei Old Ancestor, or Yin-Yang Old Ancestor, yet he was still a significant power in the Great Desolation.

With the body of an innate god-demon at the quasi-saint level and cultivation at the Great Luo level, Thunder God was undoubtedly a top-tier expert in the current era.

"Qiankun Old Ancestor?" Thunder God's expression changed slightly as he saw him, then thundered, "Daoist Qiankun, you arrived quickly indeed! I suppose you've already claimed all the treasures of this immortal island? You can't possibly keep them all for yourself!"

Qiankun Old Ancestor laughed, "Haha... Thunder God, you are so naive! Do you think I would share any treasures I have claimed with you? Yes, there are many wonders on this immortal island, but I have no intention of wasting words with you. If you don't wish to claim more treasures, I'll be off to gather them first."

Before he finished speaking, Qiankun Old Ancestor used spatial teleportation, vanishing in a flash. Thunder God gripped his golden mace tightly, his face dark, snorting in anger before also flashing away to collect treasures from the immortal island.

Indeed, there were many valuables on Penglai Immortal Island: rare immortal herbs, top-tier refining materials, and even some innate spirit roots.

Qiankun Old Ancestor randomly collected some of the finest items. Sensing fluctuations from the innate mist formation outside, he used his art to ascend above the island, easily passing through the formation and departing.

"Thunder God, hand over the treasures!" With a fiery shout, Qiankun Old Ancestor had just left when the Three Purities entered Penglai Immortal Island. They quickly spotted Thunder God, still gathering herbs and minerals, and Tongtian immediately spoke up, brimming with aggressive energy.

Tongtian was blunt, and Thunder God was hardly one for patience. His own fiery temper was immediately provoked. "Who are you, brat? Courting death!"

Seeing this, both Taishang and Yuanshi's faces darkened. They were the illustrious Pangu Three Purities, and someone dared to call them brats? Hmph! Thunder God was merely a primordial god-demon who had survived the tribulation by luck. What was so remarkable about him? The Three Purities would not be intimidated.

Inevitably, a fierce battle broke out. The entire Penglai Immortal Island was swept by storms and violent energy, surging like ocean waves.

As for the outcome, let us leave it for now. Qiankun Old Ancestor, having just left the island, glanced back with a slight smirk. He was about to use spatial arts to depart when a wave of familiar energy caught his attention, causing him to turn toward the distance.

A streak of light raced toward him, arriving in the blink of an eye and transforming into a white-robed, handsome, scholarly youth. This young man possessed an extraordinary bearing and formidable cultivation, but at this moment, he was disheveled, his face pale, bloodstained, and his aura chaotic.

"Master? Master, save me!" The white-robed youth's eyes blazed with hope as he cried out in delight upon seeing Qiankun Old Ancestor.

"Bai Ze?" Qiankun Old Ancestor was likewise surprised to see the youth, and his brows furrowed. Normally, he would be glad to encounter his disciple unexpectedly, but seeing Bai Ze so battered and wounded, how could he be pleased?

At the same time, Qiankun Old Ancestor clearly sensed several fierce, turbulent energies approaching from afar, evidently in pursuit of Bai Ze. One particularly well-concealed aura was surging rapidly beneath the sea.

Boom... Amid explosive sounds, the delighted Bai Ze rushed toward Qiankun Old Ancestor, unaware that the sea below suddenly erupted. A massive shadow descended from above—a dragon tail covered in dark blue scales.

"Not good!" Bai Ze, caught off guard, had no time to evade. Gritting his teeth, he hastily activated the Water Spirit Pearl for protection, channeling his power into the Feng Shui Fan in his hand to block the attack.

Yet, just as the dragon tail was about to strike the Feng Shui Fan, it abruptly froze in midair, as if caught in the void.

With a muffled thud, Qiankun Old Ancestor appeared beside Bai Ze and casually struck out with his fist, shattering the dragon scales and sending dragon blood flying as the tail was flung backward.

"Master!" Bai Ze, wide-eyed at the scene, breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Qiankun Old Ancestor with immense joy, hurriedly kneeling in midair. "Disciple Bai Ze pays respects to Master!"

"Enough, rise," Qiankun Old Ancestor said calmly, helping Bai Ze up. With a flick of his finger, a drop of Three Lights Divine Water appeared, transforming into a mist of three-colored water that seeped into Bai Ze's body. Bai Ze shuddered, and his wounds swiftly healed, his spiritual power seeming to grow purer.

A furious dragon roar echoed as a gigantic blue dragon burst from the sea, stirring wind and clouds across the sky, thunder rumbling, heralding a torrential storm.

"Who are you, daring to stand against the Dragon Clan?" The blue dragon fixed his wheel-sized eyes on Qiankun, his voice rumbling like thunder.

"Dragon Clan? In the past, when the ancestral dragon lived, your clan was indeed unrivaled in the Great Desolation. But now the ancestral dragon is dead. What is the Dragon Clan now?" Qiankun Old Ancestor shook his head and scoffed.

The blue dragon responded with rage, unleashing a low roar. Instantly, thunder rolled in the heavens and rain poured over the sea. "Those who insult the Dragon Clan shall die!"

"Die? You'll need the strength to kill me first," Qiankun Old Ancestor responded coldly, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "A mere blue dragon at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level dares pursue my disciple—you're courting death!"

With a low, resonant dragon roar, the blue dragon twisted his body and dove toward Qiankun Old Ancestor, spewing forth a deep blue spear that tore the air with chilling force, nearly reaching Qiankun Old Ancestor in an instant.

Qiankun Diagram suddenly flew from Qiankun Old Ancestor's chest, easily blocking the spear. Its power surged, expanding and swallowing the blue spear whole.

The blue dragon shuddered, eyes wide with shock. At that moment, Qiankun Old Ancestor stepped forward and delivered a punch to the huge dragon's head.

Space twisted, power exploded, and amidst a wailing dragon cry, the blue dragon's massive body was hurled aside, dragon blood scattering through the air.