Boundless seas stretched infinitely. In the depths of the Eastern Sea, a small island sat in solitude, enveloped by the essence of heaven and earth. The power of creation swirled, thick with the aura of Yin and Yang, yet interwoven with a faint murderous intent, mingling within the drifting clouds and mist.
A young Daoist sat cross-legged on a cliff, surrounded by ancient Daoist runes. The energy of Yin and Yang coiled around him, his breath surging. His plain-colored Daoist robe, embroidered with dark patterns, fluttered without wind, exuding both ferocity and violence.
Behind him, a massive Dharma manifestation loomed, half-concealed, half-revealed. Its thousand-zhang-long body coiled around the entire island, shimmering with golden light. Its scales gleamed ominously, and atop its ferocious head, a single horn protruded. The creature inhaled and exhaled mist, its golden pupils eerily radiant, like two scorching suns suspended in the sky.
It was a golden flood dragon, born with the essence of Yin and Yang.
As the manifestation faded, the young Daoist opened his eyes. His dignified yet bewitching golden pupils flashed with a hint of crimson before gradually returning to clarity. The turbulent aura surrounding him slowly shifted from violent to serene.
“The convergence of Yin and Yang is called Yuan. The transformation of Yin and Yang is called Yi. Yuan Yi—that is my Daoist name.”
Suppressing the restless agitation from his very essence, Yuan Yi exhaled softly. The killing intent fused deeply within his origin was impossible to purge, constantly disturbing his state of mind, and making him prone to uncontrollable violence.
Not long ago, he had failed to restrain his fury and ended up slaughtering several dragon clan members who had come to provoke him.
To be fair, their flesh was delicious—dragon meat’s reputation for its exquisite taste was well-deserved.
Of course, there were benefits as well. Specifically, the Yin-Yang energy he wielded, now tainted with murderous intent, had gained a significant increase in offensive power. Compared to pure Yin-Yang energy, it now carried immense destructive force.
“So this really is the Primordial World… How unlucky.”
Yuan Yi gazed beyond the misty clouds, looking past the small island, muttering to himself.
Only recently had he fully grasped his situation—he had reincarnated into the Primordial World, becoming an Innate Yin-Yang Flood Dragon, a being born from the very essence of Yin and Yang.
He had no supreme treasures, no golden-finger cheat system, but his natural foundation was still impressive.
Born of heaven and earth, formed by primordial essence, he was only one tier below the Innate Saints and far superior to countless living beings.
Among the many Innate Creatures, his origin could be considered quite formidable. However, the infusion of the world’s killing intent into his essence was a major problem.
But upon understanding his situation, he realized there was an even bigger problem—his destined calamity.
That’s right. Killing a few arrogant dragons was a minor issue. The real problem was the future Saint who would bring about his doom—the Lord of the Jie Sect, Saint Tongtian.
The term Yin-Yang Flood Dragon might be unfamiliar to many, but another name was far more famous—the Golden Jiao Scissors.
That’s right. He was none other than the corpse of the Yin-Yang Flood Dragon… the raw material for a top-tier killing treasure.
According to legend, Saint Tongtian had once slain a pair of Yin-Yang Flood Dragons outside the Eastern Sea, using their corpses and innate Dao principles to forge the Golden Jiao Scissors, a supreme offensive spiritual treasure later bestowed upon the Three Xiao Fairies.
The Three Xiao Fairies were notoriously reckless, even daring to use the Golden Jiao Scissors against the Grand Supreme Elder, Laozi, during the Investiture of the Gods War—truly a display of unparalleled audacity.
Just the thought that his body would one day become that legendary weapon sent chills down Yuan Yi’s spine. How was he supposed to escape this fate?!
Flee? That probably wouldn’t work.
Find a powerful backer? That seemed like an option, but was highly uncertain.
At this point in time, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had already completed the second sermon at the Purple Heaven Palace, and the Innate Saints had all reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm.
Moreover, many fates were already set in stone—such as the destined Saint positions of the Three Pure Ones.
So who in this world could protect him? And why would they even bother?
Yuan Yi counted his options on his fingers.
First, Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor—the strongest entity in the Primordial World.
Unfortunately, he didn’t even qualify to enter the Purple Heaven Palace, let alone seek shelter under the Dao Ancestor’s wings. Who would care about a mere flood dragon like him?
Next, Yuan Yi considered the other future Saints one by one, but to his dismay, he realized there was not a single powerful figure he could rely on.
Not to mention that none of these future Saints had established their sects or taken in disciples yet—even if they did, could he even manage to become a disciple?
Nuwa? Forget it—she never founded a sect and never took disciples.
Taiqing (Laozi)? Similar situation—definitely no hope there.
Yuqing (Yuanshi Tianzun)? If possible, Yuan Yi would love to latch onto this big shot. Yuanshi had many strict rules, but he was fiercely protective of his own people—getting in would definitely be a good thing.
But with the violent and murderous aura surrounding him, would he even qualify?
That left the Western Sect—this one seemed to have a slight chance, but as a mere Golden Immortal, the likelihood of him dying before even making it there was much higher.
He was currently deep within the Eastern Sea—crossing from East to West would take forever! By the time he got there, everything would already be over.
Besides… he was a flood dragon—one born from the Yin-Yang energy of heaven and earth. Did that mean he’d have to convert to the “Joyful Buddha” path in the West?
…Well, maybe that wasn’t completely out of the question.
Moving down the list, there were only three major factions that might shelter him—none of them individuals, but powerful organizations.
But after careful consideration, he realized those options weren’t great either—and the consequences could be disastrous.
First was the Wu Tribe (Sorcerers). They might be able to protect him—but if he walked into their territory himself, wasn’t he just delivering himself as an easy meal?
Then there were the soon-to-be-established Immortal Court and the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan. He could probably blend in as cannon fodder, but that would likely just mean dying even faster.
Damn it.
After thinking it through, he had no viable path for survival. Was he really doomed to be hunted down, slain, and refined into a weapon?
Maybe if he avoided doing anything evil, Saint Tongtian wouldn’t bother killing him for materials.
…but that was just wishful thinking. Yuan Yi didn’t dare to count on such luck. He didn’t understand things like predestined karma, nor could he explain them.
Standing up, he adjusted his Daoist robe, then transformed into a streak of rainbow light, landing on the beach. Skillfully, he sliced off some dragon meat, cleaned it, and roasted it over Daoist fire.
Delicious.
Dragon meat really did live up to its reputation.
…He wondered if he himself would taste the same.
As he ate, Yuan Yi’s mind raced, desperately searching for a way to survive.
Even though he had already lived in a daze for thousands of years since arriving in this world…
He still hadn’t had enough of life.
Even though he was an Immortal Golden fairy with an endless lifespan, meaning he should never face a natural death, he was still at risk of being slaughtered. How could he possibly accept that?
“I want to live. And if possible, I want to live well.”
That was Yuan Yi’s only thought at this moment.
But how could he escape his predestined fate of being slain and turned into a weapon by the future Saint, Tongtian?
Fighting head-on?
That wasn’t even an option—he didn’t have the strength.
And then, he realized another serious problem: He had no idea how to cultivate further.
As a naturally born Immortal Golden fairy, he was completely clueless about what came next in his cultivation path.
The Dragon Clan probably had Ancestral Dragon inheritance, but he wasn’t a dragon—he was a flood dragon. Forcing himself to become a dragon would be pointless.
Unlike other creatures who transformed into dragons to elevate their life essence, he was a flood dragon from birth, created by heaven and earth. This was already his perfect form.
Even if he tried to transform into a true dragon, he couldn’t possibly replace the Ancestral Dragon, and there would be zero benefits for him.
And yet, just a while ago, some arrogant so-called “true dragons” had dared to look down on him.
They viewed him as a mixed-blood outcast and had the audacity to storm into his territory and bark orders at him.
To make matters worse, one of them—a female dragon—actually tried to abduct him!
She wanted to capture him as a slave for… questionable purposes.
That had seriously pissed Yuan Yi off.
His rage flared uncontrollably, and before he knew it, he had slaughtered all of them and eaten their flesh.
Did they really think a flood dragon born with innate killing intent would have a good temper?!
He hadn’t even tried abducting anyone before, and yet he was almost abducted first?! Unbelievable!
“Wait a second… Why am I being so narrow-minded?”
If his doom was fated to come from this future Saint, Tongtian, then…
Wasn’t Tongtian himself the best person to break this fate?
No one could prevent Tongtian from killing him better than Tongtian himself.
After all, Yuan Yi had never offended him.
For Tongtian, killing him would just be a casual decision—not a necessity.
That meant… there was an opening.
As long as he could make Tongtian uninterested in killing him, he might survive.
He had spent all this time looking for a powerful figure to rely on but had overlooked one of the strongest—Tongtian himself.
To survive in the Great Desolation, two things were crucial:
- Cultivation—a strong personal foundation.
- A powerful backer.
And comparatively speaking… joining Tongtian seemed much easier than finding any other reliance.
Yuan Yi needed guidance in cultivation—so if he could somehow become a disciple, he’d have both a proper inheritance and a reliable backer.
And Tongtian had never been known to kill his own disciples for materials—such an act was unheard of in Great Desolation history.
If he could become one of Tongtian’s disciples, his death prophecy might be broken.
“But what if I get killed the moment I meet him?”
That thought made Yuan Yi frown… for about a second.
“Who cares?! I’m going all in. If I win this bet, I’ll live freely for a million years. If I lose, well… I was never supposed to be alive in the first place.”
“At least I have a chance to gamble.”
With that decision, Yuan Yi dug through his entire lair, packed up everything he had, and took off in a flash of golden light.
He didn’t have any Innate Spiritual Treasures or Divine Roots—those were privileges of Innate Sacred Beings, and he wasn’t one of them.
The most powerful thing he possessed was the Yin-Yang energy infused with Heaven and Earth’s killing intent.
If refined properly, it could carry him far.
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