A Chance to Turn Things Around!

The Dragon Race was no mere band of mountain savages. Their heritage ran deep, and their vision far surpassed that of ordinary ancient clans.

Back when they had been one of the three great races of heaven and earth, ruling the Four Seas, commanding all scaled creatures, their might had shaken the Primordial Wilderness—

That had been the true sight of ten thousand dragons paying homage, their momentum swallowing mountains and rivers!

Alas, after the great war among the three ancient races, the Dragon Race had been grievously weakened. Their experts withered away, their territories were lost, and their authority crumbled.

The once-unrivaled overlords had actually fallen to the point of living at others' mercy and reading others' faces.

At this thought, the Four Sea Dragon Kings all sighed inwardly.

More than anyone, they knew what heights the Dragon Race had once stood upon;

And more than anyone, they understood that today's humiliation was not their lot from birth, but the result of being ruthlessly ground beneath the wheels of time and calamity.

With no other choice, they could only shelter beneath the Heavenly Court's wings for now.

Otherwise, given the Dragon Race's present decline, even lingering on the brink of death would have been an extravagant hope.

That great calamity of old had taken more than just the Dragon Race's experts and glory. Deep within every dragon's soul, it had carved Karmic Force as heavy as mountains.

That Karmic Force stalled their cultivation, made their injuries difficult to heal, and even caused their dragon breath to grow increasingly sluggish—

If they did not find another path, the Dragon Race truly might sink soundlessly beneath the waters of this Primordial Wilderness.

And Haotian's promise was the sole piece of driftwood clutched in their hands:

So long as they handled this