Scheming

Zhou Tong continued to cultivate quietly. Lan Nuo's Divine Guidance and the Heavenly Tablet Profound Method had both given him many different perspectives. Studying these techniques was immensely beneficial to his further understanding of Dragon Clan cultivation methods.

Meanwhile, as the days passed, the young Dragon Kings on Dragon Island gradually emerged one after another. Everyone eagerly went to subdue them. But every Dragon King was extraordinary; subduing even one usually cost more than a dozen lives.

Time passed bit by bit, and then—

"Awooo!!"

Suddenly, an earth-shaking dragon roar came from the distant shore. It was immediately followed by an unbroken succession of dragon roars.

The continuous dragon roars were like divine thunder from the nine heavens, reverberating through the skies above all of Dragon Island. The deep roars spread endlessly across this vast land and sea.

"This is..." The instant Lan Nuo heard that sound, she abruptly rose to her feet, a trace of shock appearing in her eyes.

"They're summoning the Ancestral Dragon Ship! They've already gathered all nine Dragon Kings—they're summoning the Ancestral Dragon Ship!" Zhou Tong also looked toward the source of the sound, anger threading through his voice.

"But how could this be?" Lan Nuo had clearly guessed something as well.

"It seems I've implicated you." Zhou Tong sighed softly.

He had roughly guessed the reason. It was simply that the older generation of cultivators on Dragon Island did not want him to reach the continent. They wanted Zhou Tong trapped on Dragon Island forever.

He was already far ahead on the Ancestral Dragon's path of evolution. He had even cleanly killed a Dragon King of the same level. Such talent, such an advantage, was something none of the Dragon Kings they had subdued possessed.

If they allowed Zhou Tong to return to Longevity