Dragon Race Seeks Island, People Gone, Building Empty

The Dragon Race treasury had been fully gathered by the time they arrived at the South Sea.

Yinglong was now staring at Ao Caizhu before him.

Ao Caizhu gazed confidently toward a certain direction in the South Sea.

If she went over there, she was certain she could find that place.

The Dragon Race members all carried their treasures and swam southward through the South Sea.

As they glided through the water, though some unease lingered in their hearts, there was also a trace of relief.

They were relieved that the other party wouldn't take out the Demon Race's affairs on them.

Yinglong was the most anxious of all—every powerful Dragon Race elder had died, leaving only him alive.

If this time, because of him, the Dragon Race was wiped out, and they couldn't even enter the Dragon Tomb, that would be truly shameful.

He couldn't let the Dragon Race be destroyed in his hands like this.

While swimming through the water, Yinglong cautiously extended his divine sense, scanning for any presence of the Demon Race nearby.

"So many Demon Race corpses—this Demon Race is truly despicable, sending so many to hunt us Dragon Race."

As a voice rang out, Yinglong also noticed a vast stretch of Demon Race corpses floating on the sea surface.

Ao Caizhu was somewhat shocked when she saw those Demon Race corpses.

She had been unconscious at the time and had only heard that Senior had killed all the Demon Race with a flick of his finger.

She never imagined he had killed so many.

Her heart began to pound.

Could this Senior really be a harbinger of slaughter?

But judging by the direction, they were almost there—it shouldn't be long before they found the place.

Yet her mind drifted back to the sensation of being touched.

A flicker of confidence returned—that Senior probably wasn't a bad person.

The Dragon Kings swam along, ordering their people to clean up the battlefield. These corpses clogging the area were an eyesore no matter how you looked at it.

They continued until they reached the location Ao Caizhu remembered.

Everyone stared at the sea surface before them, curious about where exactly it was.

Ao Caizhu reached out her hand and swept it forward, as if trying to touch that great formation.

But in just a moment, her confident expression began to shift.

Then it froze.

Yinglong watched Ao Caizhu—her hand was extended as if trying to touch something.

But seeing her expression, he wondered what was wrong.

He couldn't help but ask, "Caizhu, what's the matter?"

The East Sea Dragon King stood nearby, looking at the situation and said, "Shouldn't we announce ourselves first?"

Just as he was about to call out, Ao Caizhu spoke, her eyes hollow and vacant, "Father, there's no need. No one's here..."

Hearing this, the East Sea Dragon King froze.

He turned to look at Ao Caizhu.

"What do you mean by that?"

Ao Caizhu took a step forward and said, "This is the spot. If the Dao Field were still here, I would have been struck by the great formation by now. But there's no formation here at all."

"That means only one thing—that Senior has left, and he carried the island away with him."

Hearing this, everyone nearby was stunned. They all looked at Ao Caizhu.

The West Sea Dragon King even stepped forward and said, "Niece, are you sure you've remembered the location wrong?"

Ao Caizhu shook her head. She had nearly died there—how could she possibly forget?

She had even deliberately memorized the spot, planning to come back and collect her kin's bodies.

Of course I remember clearly.

"No, some of my clansmen held off the Demon Race for me back then. I remembered the spot—right here—but it's gone."

At those words, the South Sea Dragon King let out a sigh.

"That could be the case. That Senior has always had a peculiar temperament, you see. Every time he leaves, he carries the island with him."

Hearing this, the Dragon Race members all nodded. This matter was indeed strange.

Who in their right mind would lug an island around everywhere they went?

Yinglong also gazed at the empty sea before him, then turned to look at the crowd behind him.

"It seems that Senior did not hold us at fault. Let us return to the Dragon Palace first and discuss other matters."

With that, all the Dragon Race members turned and left, just as they had come.

After returning to the Dragon Palace, they gathered once more in the Great Hall.

Yinglong looked at them all and finally couldn't help but speak.

"This time, it seems that Senior has pardoned our transgressions. We can breathe a sigh of relief. However, Caizhu, there may be some things that require you to bear a hardship."

Ao Caizhu was curious about what her Ancestor was about to say.

But just as she was about to ask, Yinglong looked toward the depths of the South Sea and said, "This time, the Dragon Race of the Four Seas is all here. I must ask you to go live in the depths of the South Sea."

"Our Dragon Race needs a princess who is not within the clan!"

Hearing this, Ao Caizhu was stunned, then understood what she was to do.

Ao Caizhu nodded.

Yinglong continued, "This time, you will dwell in the deep sea. I will have someone send you all the resources you need for cultivation. I'm sorry for the hardship."

Ao Caizhu shook her head, then looked at the few before her and began to speak as she sat there.

"It's no hardship. It's for the Dragon Race, after all. It makes no difference—being here or in the depths of the South Sea is the same to me."

After she finished, the several Dragon Kings exchanged glances.

Finally, Yinglong looked at Ao Caizhu.

"There is one more thing. You must continue searching for that Senior. If you can find him—just because we didn't this time doesn't mean this karmic bond doesn't exist. You need to search again and then return to report."

Ao Caizhu nodded this time.

She had found him originally, but who knew that Senior would take his island and leave again.

"Understood, Ancestor. I will definitely find where that Senior dwells."

With that, she turned and left the Dragon Palace, swimming toward the depths of the South Sea.

The several Dragon Kings looked at Yinglong.

"Ancestor, this matter..."

Yinglong shook his head and sighed.

"This is also a form of protection. Eastern Emperor Taiyi's temperament is known to most beings in the Primordial World. If he were to go back and tell Di Jun, things would not be so simple."

"Sending Caizhu deeper into the South Sea is also for her protection."

"If we can find that Great Power, we will naturally settle this karmic bond. If we cannot, then should we encounter any trouble, we won't be led to our destruction."

Hearing this, the several Dragon Kings all nodded.

"Alright, let us settle here in the South Sea for now. Of course, you may also let your descendants roam the waters of the Primordial World, but be as cautious as possible."

The Dragon Race dispersed, and from that day on, the entire Dragon Race took root in the South Sea.

In the other three seas, not a single Dragon Race member was seen.

Even each Dragon Palace was long abandoned.

Some tried to loot the Dragon Palaces but found them so clean that not even a blade of grass remained.

Still, some people occupied a Dragon Palace and turned it into their own cultivation ground.

After all, these were places where the Dragon Race had once lived—coveted while they were still there.

Now that the Dragon Race was gone, it was only natural for others to take over their nests.

After leaving the Dragon Palace, Ao Caizhu began to wander the depths of the South Sea.

At first, she stayed at the spot where Cheng Yue's island had been.

After some time, once she confirmed that he was no longer in that area, she swam deeper.

Searching for Cheng Yue's dwelling.