Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 483: Kunpeng’s Idea, The Birth of the Monster Race!

At this moment in Chaos City, outside the mansion of Nuwa.

Taiyi, Dijun, and Kunpeng stood in front of the grand gates, their expressions turning gloomy. They had just received the news that Nuwa had refused to meet them.

"Damn it,"

Kunpeng gritted his teeth. "We all come from the same class of Chaos Geniuses, all from the same hometown in the Prehistoric World—yet she won't even let us in. Not even the slightest respect."

He was burning with frustration.

"There's nothing we can do. She's now a disciple of the Lord of Chaos City, and she's become a Saint. Her status and strength are on a completely different level," Taiyi said, shaking his head helplessly.

In fact, he had already expected this outcome.

"What's the big deal? She's just lucky to have the City Lord as her teacher. If I had the same opportunity, I'd be a hundred times stronger than that woman."

Kunpeng clenched his fists tightly.

To be honest, when he learned that Nuwa and the others had become disciples of the Lord of Chaos City, jealousy devoured him. His envy turned his insides green, and his heart became bitter with imbalance.

He believed that his talent and Dao heart were no weaker than Nuwa and the others. Yet, the City Lord had chosen them and not him.

This one opportunity had created a huge gap in status and treatment.

Now, Nuwa and the others had not only received massive resources and wealth, but had also stepped into the Saint Realm, becoming untouchable existences. Meanwhile, he was still stuck at Quasi-Saint Perfection, unsure of when he would be able to break through.

"Elder Brother Kunpeng, keep your voice down," Dijun whispered. "They say a Saint's divine senses reach the heavens. If she hears you, and decides to retaliate... we could be done for. We can't afford to provoke someone with that kind of background."

"Hmph."

Upon hearing that, Kunpeng's expression changed. "Damn it. Just wait until I become a Saint. Let's see who dares look down on me then. You reject me now, but one day, you'll have to look up to me."

Though he tried to act tough, his voice naturally lowered—revealing his fear of Nuwa's supernatural powers.

And women... are petty creatures. If she held a grudge, she might not be able to kill him outright, but she could certainly cause trouble at a critical moment.

"However, Elder Brother Kunpeng, what should we do now?" Taiyi asked gravely. "Without Nuwa's support, it won't be easy to enter the Prehistoric World and compete for the position of the world's protagonist."

Truthfully, they had come to Nuwa this time hoping to win her over to their side.

All of them had reached the peak of Quasi-Saint cultivation. Just one step away from the Saint Realm and mastering the Dao.

However, even with their extraordinary talents, taking that final step was no simple matter.

They could have easily entered the Saint Realm by mastering a few Dao laws. But that wasn't enough for them.

Their ambitions were far greater.

They weren't satisfied with simply becoming a Saint by mastering a few laws. They wanted to break through with a perfect Dao foundation.

While they didn't expect to master dozens of Dao laws like legends, they at least wanted to master a dozen or so.

But doing so made the path to sanctification infinitely more difficult.

That's why so many cultivators throughout the heavens and myriad worlds were stuck at Quasi-Saint Perfection. They too harbored high ambitions, unwilling to become weak Saints with shallow foundations.

After all, such Saints would be the lowest tier—merely God Armament level—and completely unqualified to enter Chaos City.

How could arrogant peerless geniuses like Kunpeng, Taiyi, and Dijun be satisfied with such mediocrity? They wanted to become God Kings, or even God Emperors one day.

This was why they sought to return to the Prehistoric World, to compete for the position of Heaven and Earth's protagonist and gain large amounts of Hongmeng Purple Qi, allowing them to ascend in one bold move.

"No problem."

Kunpeng waved his hand. "So what if there's no Butcher Zhang? We'll eat wild pigs instead. Without Nuwa, we can still dominate the Prehistoric World with our own strength."

"The problem is," Taiyi replied deeply, "we're not the only ones competing for that position. There are other Quasi-Saints from powerful worlds, even gods preparing to act. The Prehistoric World is bound to become a battlefield for countless races."

"Don't worry."

Kunpeng said confidently, "Even if there are many competitors, we have a huge advantage—we're natives of the Prehistoric World, not bound by the restriction of a hundred million epochs."

"That means we can enter early, plan ahead, and gain a lead of one hundred million epochs. No matter how strong the outsiders are, they can't beat that."

"Even if those Quasi-Saints have gods backing them, don't we have gods backing us too? If it's a contest of backgrounds, who's afraid of who?"

He clenched his fists, eyes blazing with confidence.

After the Chaos Genius Battle, they hadn't come out empty-handed—the greatest benefit was obtaining God King-level mentors.

In fact, their return to the Prehistoric World to compete wasn't entirely their idea. It had the support and subtle influence of the God Kings behind them. These great beings also wanted to use them as tools to explore the deepest secrets of the Prehistoric Era.

Of course, they didn't know exactly what those secrets were.

But that didn't stop them from reaping the benefits.

"If we want to become Saints, we might need the support of a race," Dijun pondered aloud. "Just like the five ancient races of the Prehistoric World—should we join one of them?"

"No, that won't be necessary."

A strange gleam flashed in Kunpeng's eyes. "We are natives of the Prehistoric World. There's no need to serve other races. What if their patriarchs kick us aside at a critical moment? That would just make us wedding robes for someone else."

"Then what should we do?" Taiyi asked.

"It's simple—if no race fits us, then we'll create one ourselves."

Kunpeng's voice was steady. "There are many weak races in the Prehistoric World—we can unite them, gather all the small, scattered groups and fuse them into a single, powerful race."

"Unite all the weak races... into one?"

Taiyi and Dijun exchanged stunned glances. Such ambition! If no race existed for them, they would simply create a new one.

To merge the myriad of small races into one—that was like refining ten thousand races into a single force. If that wasn't the strongest race, then what was?

They could feel the wild, burning ambition within Kunpeng's heart.

"That's right. We'll call it the Monster Race," Kunpeng declared. "All beings can become monsters!"

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