Five hundred years passed in a flash.
Over those five hundred years, he spent most of his time guiding the Dragon Clan's juniors and elders in cultivation. With the remaining time, he forged nine stone artifacts: a saber, a sword, a halberd, a staff, a suit of armor, a shield, a pagoda, a bell, and a tripod.
Each of these nine stone artifacts had been infused with a precious drop of Zhou Tong's king-level dragon blood, and each bore the indelible mark of the Dragon Clan. These were the Dragon Clan's nine artifacts; only in the hands of the Dragon Clan could they fully display their power.
All nine artifacts were distributed among the nine War Ancestors of the Dragon Clan who still remained on Dragon Island.
"Five hundred years—I've done all I could for the Dragon Clan. There must be some Dragon Clan members beyond Dragon Island, but since you weren't on Dragon Island and missed my guidance, you can only count yourselves unlucky!" Zhou Tong stood atop the Dragon Clan Sacred Mountain, looking down over all of Dragon Island.
At the same time, he reached out and seized the Heavenly Death Bridge, which he had left on Dragon Island more than ten thousand years ago to suppress the grand formation protecting the island. He pulled it up directly and returned it to his Inner World.
Over the past ten thousand years, Zhou Tong himself had transformed, and his Inner World had naturally undergone an earthshaking metamorphosis as well. The scale of this Inner World was now no less than that of the Nine Provinces. Even the areas with the thinnest spiritual energy within it rivaled the finest Blessed Lands of the Nine Provinces.
However, although the Inner World remained, that Deep Sea was gone. After he transformed into