The Most Bone-Chilling Predicament!

For the sake of the Dragon Race, he had to seize this thin thread hanging above the abyss.

If divine office could truly cleanse karmic hindrances, then even if there was only the slightest chance, he was willing to stake the East Sea Dragon Palace and wager everything he possessed!

It was not weakness. Karmic Force was simply too heavy—so heavy that whenever he saw young dragons of the clan coughing up bloody mist, old dragons shedding scales piece by piece, it felt as though a thousand-ton boulder were grinding across his chest.

Self-reproach surged like the tide, never ceasing day or night.

So long as there was even a shred of hope, he would never let go.

Besides, he trusted Li Tian—this man never fought a battle he had not prepared for.

Since he had spoken today, he must have something to rely on.

For the survival of the Dragon Race.

In the end, the East Sea Dragon King clenched his fists and staked everything on one final gamble.

This was likely the entire clan's once-in-a-thousand-years, utterly irreplaceable all-or-nothing wager!

"Good."

"This poor Daoist does have a path that can help the Dragon Race reclaim authority over clouds and rain, and govern the fair and foul weather of the Four Seas."

"But the prerequisite is that the Dragon Race must pour out the fortune of its entire clan, submit to the Earthly Dao, and never betray it for all eternity."

"You must bear witness with the Great Dao and make a life-bound oath—if you harbor any treacherous intent or betray the Earthly Dao, then karmic flames shall burn your soul, sinful miasma shall gnaw your bones, and you shall be doomed beyond all redemption for countless calamities. Even your scattered remnants of soul and spirit shall be utterly annihilated