Time flew by, and five years passed.
Yan Kingdom, within the Serpent Dragon Lake territory of the Hundred Spirits Sect branch.
Deep within Serpent Dragon Island, spiritual qi surged through a vast underground space. Moreover, the spiritual qi here carried a special sense of ancient vastness, making this place seem exceedingly secluded.
Beyond that, this place housed six flood dragons, exceedingly rare in the outside world, as well as a Fire Serpent Python with half a horn growing from its head.
Among them, the Blue Scale Water Flood Dragon, over fifty zhang long and the largest of them all, lay sleeping atop an enormous jade bed in the central area where the spiritual qi was densest. It did not absorb any spiritual qi, perhaps comprehending some secret art.
The next largest was a Yellow Scale Earth Flood Dragon, and its circumstances were rather different.
A full eighty-one enormous iron chains, gleaming with cold light and covered in countless spikes, penetrated deep into its body and hooked into vast amounts of its flesh. So long as it moved even slightly, the barbs on those chains would tear at the flesh within its body, causing tremendous pain. Thus, it did not dare move recklessly and remained sprawled on the ground.
Moreover, its aura was exceptionally weak, and it appeared utterly dispirited.
The four smallest Golden Flood Dragons, each only a little over twenty zhang long and clad in a layer of armor-like golden scales, gathered within a cliffside cave dwelling on the right side of the cavern, where the spiritual qi was still fairly dense, circulating their cultivation arts.
Perhaps influenced by those four Golden Flood Dragons, the surrounding spiritual qi carrying traces of ancient vastness unexpectedly took the form of tiny blood-red dragon phantoms, cheerfully burrowing into their bodies.
The flood