Chapter 0307: The Chaotic Primordial Beast

The dark-haired youth, Li Yifeng, headed to the Dragon Mountain Range, and the Yellow Dragon welcomed him gladly. Immediately, the Yellow Dragon took Li Yifeng back to the Dragon Mountain Range. Before long, the two returned to Taiyi Peak. By then, the fierce battle at Taiyi Peak was nearing its end. Apart from Finny and four or five mid-tier gods who continued to resist, everyone from Bingyu Peak had disappeared.

“Young master!” “Master!” Seeing the Yellow Dragon return after chasing after Hebrew and Limo, Bog and the others, who had been worried, felt relieved. They stepped forward respectfully. Upon seeing the dark-haired youth Li Yifeng, they were momentarily stunned before also bowing and saying, “Lord Li Yifeng!”

Li Yifeng nodded with a smile. However, when he saw the twelve ancestral witches appearing above the twelve peaks, he exclaimed in shock, “Are these Array Spirits?!”

Array Spirits were a term used by some masters of arrays in the Netherworld to refer to the spiritual entities generated by the large arrays they created. Generally, it was a source of pride for such masters when their arrays produced Array Spirits, as it was extremely difficult to do so—equally hard as creating a supreme god of perfection in the Netherworld.

“Brother Yellow Dragon, is this the array you set up?!” Li Yifeng asked in astonishment.

The Yellow Dragon nodded, though inwardly he shook his head. Array Spirits? The twelve ancestral witches of his Twelve Heavenslaying God Array were by no means Array Spirits, nor could they be compared to the so-called Array Spirits of this world.

“Haha, I never expected I might have misjudged you. I didn’t realize Brother Yellow Dragon was actually a master of arrays!” Li Yifeng’s surprised expression quickly returned, and he smiled.

A master of arrays? Well, sort of, the Yellow Dragon thought to himself.

A short while later, Finny and the others from Bingyu Peak, who had still been resisting, were successively killed by the people from Taiyi Peak. The Yellow Dragon ordered Bog and the others to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils, then activated the large array, dispersed the clouds, and followed Li Yifeng toward Taiyi Peak.

“Another large array? A chained array?!” As they approached Taiyi Peak, Li Yifeng discovered the Heavenly Stars Array and was shocked, just like he had been with Limo before.

“Brother Yellow Dragon, I never expected you to successfully create a chained array. I’m afraid in terms of arrays, you could rank among the top hundred in the Netherworld!” Li Yifeng praised sincerely, with a serious expression.

Top hundred? The Yellow Dragon smiled but said nothing.

“This is your camp, Brother Huang Long?” Li Yifeng was initially shocked by the Huang Long formation, and then, upon seeing the palaces nestled atop Taiyi Peak, he was amazed once again. In his estimation, Huang Long had only been in the Giant Dragon Mountains for a few years, and given the harsh environment there, it seemed impossible for him to develop much. Yet Taiyi Peak certainly didn’t resemble such a harsh place; the palaces there were filled with a strong aura of spiritual energy.

Especially the Four Seas Dragon Palace, floating high above the other palaces, left Li Yifeng’s eyes wide open. In the major cities of the Netherworld, only the Five Great Palaces— the Soul Master Palace, the Nether King Palace, the Medicine Master Palace, the Artisan Palace, and the Merchant Palace—were floating, while all other buildings had to be on the ground. Even the city lords’ residences followed this rule. It wasn’t that the city lords didn’t want their residences to be as floating as the Five Great Palaces; they simply lacked the ability to do so!

The floating of the Five Great Palaces involved time, space, and various laws and rules. Only those palaces, passed down through countless eras, possessed the capability to be built in this way. Thus, even Li Yifeng, who was used to grand scenes, was stunned.

At this point, Li Yifeng became even more curious about Huang Long’s identity. The Ancient Forest—was it one of the Eight Divine Divisions? Breaking Marshall’s record, and now he had also learned from Saint Wen, the head of the Holy Text Mansion, about the strange phenomena occurring in the Divine Transformation Pool involving Huang Long’s four subordinates. And now, there were these massive formations and floating palaces!

When Li Yifeng and Huang Long descended into the palace complex and entered each palace, seeing everything inside, they were at a loss for words. When someone is shocked to the extreme, they often become speechless. That was exactly Li Yifeng’s situation.

“Brother Huang Long, many people in the Netherworld are looking for you. I didn’t expect you to hide here and enjoy yourself!” Li Yifeng said with a wry smile after they settled in the Four Seas Dragon Palace.

“Many people?” Huang Long felt a stir in his heart. Li Yifeng wouldn’t mention this without reason.

“Besides families like Runing and Beikar looking for you, that Marshall is also searching for you!” At these words, Li Yifeng’s expression turned strange.

In the Netherworld, it was probably the first time a mid-tier god could arouse the attention of super-large families like Runing and Beikar, as well as a supreme god like Marshall.

“Marshall is looking for me? Could it be because we broke his record, so he’s here to challenge us?” Huang Long asked jokingly after a moment of pause.

The families like Runing and Beikar wanted him for obvious reasons—likely to persuade him to join their forces. But what about Marshall?

Li Yifeng was momentarily stunned, then smiled and said, “Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t set aside his status to spar with Brother Huanglong.” After a brief pause, Li Yifeng continued, “I guess that after hundreds of millions of years, no one had broken his record, yet now it’s been broken by twenty-five people in a single day. Out of shock and curiosity, he came to see what was going on.”
“But by the time he arrived in Silver Emperor City, Brother Huanglong had already left Sacred Literature City, and no news of him has been heard since,” Li Yifeng said with a smile. “Now, he’s at Sacred Literature Mansion!”
“Marshall is at Sacred Literature Mansion?” Huanglong was surprised. But if Li Yifeng knew about it…
“That’s right,” Li Yifeng nodded.
“I hope you’ll keep quiet about my affairs in the Giant Dragon Mountains,” Huanglong said.
He didn’t want trouble. If word of his presence in the Giant Dragon Mountains spread, Huanglong would likely have to find another place to settle.
“Don’t worry, Brother Huanglong. I certainly won’t reveal it,” Li Yifeng said seriously.
Huanglong nodded.
So, Li Yifeng decided to stay temporarily at Taiyi Peak.
As for Bingyu Peak, it had finally been destroyed. Hebrai and the others were dead. Huanglong had truly unified the Giant Dragon Mountains and become its master. Naturally, he began to reorganize the area.
A year later, the entire Giant Dragon Mountains had changed drastically under Huanglong’s transformation. Li Yifeng, who was staying there temporarily, witnessed the entire process of change and found it incredible.
The more he learned about Huanglong during that year, the more shocked and ashamed he became.
Huanglong possessed chaotic energy and great talent, but compared to him, Li Yifeng seemed far inferior.
A year later, Li Yifeng bid farewell to Huanglong, saying he had to leave due to urgent matters. As he left, he felt somewhat reluctant but promised to return when he had time, intending to stay there for long-term cultivation.
Not only Taiyi Peak but also the other peaks in the Giant Dragon Mountains were now filled with spiritual energy, no less potent than those in the Netherworld’s cities. Moreover, with their green mountains and tranquil surroundings, they were ideal for cultivation. It wasn’t surprising that Li Yifeng planned to settle there for long-term practice.
Huanglong naturally welcomed this idea and joked about leaving a palace for Li Yifeng at Taiyi Peak.
Watching Li Yifeng’s retreating figure, Huanglong turned back.
Through a year of interaction and from Li Yifeng’s words, Huanglong guessed his identity—to some extent: the son of a certain supreme god in the Netherworld!
As for which supreme god, Huanglong wasn’t sure.
But based on his guesses, it was likely the Supreme God of the Sea.

The Sea Lord God, one of the nine supreme gods of the Netherworld, and among them, he possesses the greatest strength! However, although Li Yifeng is the son of the Sea Lord God, it has nothing to do with the chaotic energy within him; perhaps Li Yifeng has another identity! Not long after Li Yifeng left, Huang Long began to establish Longmen! Longmen is primarily composed of those with dragon bloodlines, though it’s not strictly limited to them—people like Bogu are also included. Of course, Longmen doesn’t accept everyone from Taiyi Peak; in addition to those with dragon bloodlines, talent is also considered. After Longmen was established, there were over a hundred people, including Baili Er. On the day Longmen was founded, Huang Long created a lake several dozen miles in diameter in front of Taiyi Peak, then brought forth the magical artifact Longmen from the Group of Immortals Pavilion and placed it above the lake, allowing those with dragon bloodlines to leap in and evolve their bloodlines. After Longmen was established, Huang Long began mass-producing pills and magical artifacts, truly starting to build his own power in the Netherworld. Every few days, he would give lectures. Although there were only over ten thousand people at Taiyi Peak at the time, Huang Long aimed to turn them into a vast army of immortals and gods! An army trained in immortal arts! It wasn’t about having as many subordinates as possible—if half of these ten thousand people could be trained by Huang Long to become warriors above the seventh level of the Nether King, and if Bogu and the others could reach the level of supreme gods at the peak of perfection, then they would be able to dominate the Netherworld! Just imagine: four supreme gods at the peak of perfection and six thousand warriors above the seventh level of the Nether King—what an astonishing force that would be! Back then, even Regino, the lord of the Nether King Hall in Silver Emperor City, was only a warrior at the seventh level of the Nether King, and his appearance already caused great excitement. Two years later, on this day, Huang Long stopped his lecture and asked Bogu and the others to get ready, as they would be heading back to the Ancient Forest soon. In his own domain, Huang Long didn’t plan to expand further into the surrounding mountains of the Giant Dragon Mountains—expansion could attract attention. But even without expanding his domain, he could strengthen Taiyi Peak’s power to enhance his own influence. Subjugating mutated beasts! Over a thousand mutated beasts were beyond even Hebrew’s control—so what about two thousand, three thousand, or ten thousand? A month later, Huang Long and Bogu once again boarded a high-grade flying immortal vessel, the Castle, to head to the Ancient Forest to continue hunting and subjugating mutated beasts. A year later, just after Huang Long had finished hunting a group of Earth Ant Beast, sounds of beast cries and agonized roars came from afar. Intrigued, he headed in the direction of the noises.

Before long, the Yellow Dragon arrived at the Land of Beast Roars.
“This is the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale?” the Yellow Dragon exclaimed in amazement at the giant beast before it, with coral-like horns, green eyes, and a body covered in fiery red fur.
This was indeed the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale that Grover and Saxton had pursued before— the Primal Beast of Chaos.