The Primordial World had fallen into calm, but the atmosphere between heaven and earth grew increasingly tense. The territories of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans had begun to border one another again: the Qilin in the east, the Phoenix in the south, and the Dragon Clan in the north.
Furthermore, the Dragon Clan occupied the Four Seas, giving it a territory equal to the combined lands of the Qilin and Phoenix Clans. With countless dragon descendants, they became ever more overbearing and reckless.
The Dragon Clan's power was managed from the top down. By the time a command from the upper ranks reached the bottom, it had gone completely off course. Besides, there were only a few great powers in the Dragon Clan, and they needed to enter seclusion to cultivate. How could they possibly have time to manage trillions upon trillions of dragon descendants?
As long as one possessed even a trace of Dragon Clan bloodline, they would wave the Dragon Clan banner around. Whatever karma they created, good or bad, the Dragon Clan would bear a share of it.
Their bloodlines came from the same source. The Primordial World reckoned things layer by layer, tracing them back to their origins. Most importantly, they all cultivated Ancestor Dragon's Postnatal Great Dao, the Way of the Dragon.
Ancestor Dragon now had only two choices. The first was to cut himself down, introduce all kinds of restrictions, and strengthen internal management of the Dragon Clan—especially by restricting the reproduction of dragon descendants.
But the Human Realm within Pangu's Middle Dantian was giving off its final afterglow and was about to vanish from the Primordial World. After discussing it with Candle Dragon, Ancestor Dragon could not bear to give up that last bit of prosperity.
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