Dragon Race Enters South Sea Seeking a Way to Live

The Dragon Race summoned the Four Seas Dragon Kings.

After arriving at the East Sea, the other three Dragon Kings all looked at their Ancestor and the East Sea Dragon King.

"Big Brother, has the Demon Race come over too?"

The East Sea Dragon King nodded, then looked at the Ancestor.

He turned and let out a sigh.

"Now the Demon Race is powerful. By all rights, our Dragon Race shouldn't even catch their eye, but they've set their sights on us."

The West Sea Dragon King snorted coldly and began to speak.

"Joining the Demon Race, they say—more like they want to use our Dragon Race as beasts of burden."

"Call it joining the Demon Race, but really they just want our Dragon Race as cannon fodder."

As he finished, the North and South Sea Dragon Kings nodded beside him, a flicker of anger stirring in their hearts.

But the Demon Race held the upper hand now; one or two refusals could be managed.

If they pushed back too many times and drew the Heavenly Emperor himself here, it wouldn't be so easy to resolve.

"Should we try siding with the Witch Clan?"

The North Sea Dragon King's words drew sidelong glances from the others, followed by shaking heads.

Yinglong stood there and spoke.

"Dealing with the Demon Race is like scheming with a tiger; with the Witch Clan, it's a lamb walking into the wolf's den."

"The Witch Clan acts as they please—what if they treat us as Blood Food?"

At that, the group sighed again. This was a problem with no solution.

"So, do we really have to join the Demon Race?"

Hearing this, Yinglong of the Dragon Race finally let out a sigh.

It seemed neither path was easy—either be oppressed or serve as Blood Food.

The Dragon Race, since the dawn of creation, had been a mighty clan in the Primordial World.

"When have we ever suffered such humiliation?"

Words aside, there was no way around it. The Dragon Race was weak, and everyone in the Primordial World knew it.

Then, looking at the situation before him, he couldn't help but speak.

"Let's wait and see."

But the South Sea Dragon King suddenly recalled something and began to speak.

"There is a Great Power above my South Sea, though I don't know if he can shelter our Dragon Race."

Hearing this, Yinglong furrowed his brow. The title of Great Power in the Primordial World.

At this point, that meant a Quasi-Sage cultivation.

But such a cultivation would struggle to protect the Dragon Race.

Then, looking at the situation before him, he couldn't help but say.

"Tell me. If it's just a Quasi-Sage, there's no way to shield our Dragon Race."

The South Sea Dragon King explained carefully.

"Thousands of years ago, someone from our Dragon Race reported that a Sage once went to the South Sea and nearly died there."

"Heavenly blood rain fell just to save his life. One of our Dragon Race was watching at the time. Then that Great Power, above the South Sea, directly lifted an Island from its spot and moved it deeper into the South Sea."

"In recent years, we suddenly noticed that Island had vanished from its original place. It seems that Great Power set up some formation to conceal it."

"I also saw Nuwa enter that Island."

Nuwa's fearsome reputation had spread across the Primordial World.

Everyone knew Nuwa had a mysterious Master, one that even Sages had to tread carefully around.

Now someone had actually discovered Nuwa's sect.

That truly was a Great Power.

Even Yinglong, who kept to himself, knew of Nuwa in the Primordial World.

Relying on her mysterious Master, she acted with impunity, even causing a ruckus in the Purple Cloud Palace.

Even Sages dared not lay a hand on her.

"Can we find where this path leads?"

The South Sea Dragon King frowned, then shook his head.

"It's not easy. The South Sea is vast, and that Island is hidden now. If it were at its old spot, we could find it, but now we don't even know where it is."

Hearing this, Yinglong lowered his head in thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

"Four Seas Dragon Kings, gather the Dragon Race and head to the South Sea. Search for that Great Power's dwelling—this is our path to survival."

At that, the North Sea Dragon King spoke up as well.

"Ancestor, I hear this one is a murderous star like Nuwa. If her master is the same, this plan is like asking a tiger for its skin."

Yinglong shook his head, then said.

"If that Senior were a murderous star, he would have acted like Luohu before him, slaughtering all life."

"But he did not. It must have been that Sage who provoked him, leading to the killing."

"Nuwa is this person's disciple. A disciple's character does not define the master."

"Besides, this is an opportunity. We try; if it fails, we find another way. No need to worry."

Hearing this, the others exchanged glances, sighed, and seemed to agree. One by one, they flew outward.

They gathered their forces and flew toward the South Sea.

Even Yinglong did the same.

The East Sea to the South Sea was not far, only the North Sea had some distance.

After assembling their forces and entering the South Sea, they searched for the island's location. But after half a day, they still couldn't find where it was.

The Dragon Race searched for the island.

In the Heavenly Court, Di Jun received the Dragon Race's report and flew into a rage.

He turned and roared.

"The Dragon Race deserves death! How dare they defy my decree? Do they wish for extinction?"

As he glared toward the East Sea, a figure rushed into the Great Hall.

"Your Majesty, the Four Seas Dragon Race have all entered the South Sea, seemingly searching for something."

Entered the South Sea?

That piqued his curiosity.

Di Jun frowned, then thought.

"Could they be searching for the Ancestral Dragon, whose fate is unknown?"

Back then, the three clans—the Qilin Clan had turned into Qilin Cliff, dying. Yuan Feng never returned to her clan to complete her Nirvana, dying on the way.

Only the Ancestral Dragon had filled the Sea Eye, his life or death unknown.

No one knew if he lived or died.

Now, it seemed possible they were searching for the Ancestral Dragon.

He then looked at the Demon Race before him.

He had heard of the Ancestral Dragon's might—he had long become an existence Above Great Luo.

His strength was top-tier, and the Dragon Race's bodies were naturally tough. If they found him...

Even if he sent troops to attack, the losses would be heavy.

Di Jun quickly formed his own plan.

"Gather Demon Soldiers, infiltrate the South Sea, kill the weak Dragon Race, squeeze their living space, and force them into our Demon Race."

The messenger accepted the order. Then Eastern Emperor Taiyi stepped forward.

"Elder Brother, the Dragon Race has the Quasi-Sage Yinglong. Let me go. If I encounter him, I'll suppress him directly and bring him to the Heavenly Court. Then the Dragon Race will submit."

Di Jun nodded slightly and said directly.

"Good, go. But be careful. He broke through to Quasi-Sage long ago, and the Dragon Race has some tricks. Don't be reckless."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi nodded.

He took a bell from his waist.

"Elder Brother, rest assured. With the Eastern Emperor Bell in hand, I'm not afraid of that Yinglong!"