Chen Mu himself had not expected the Dragon Clan to choose submission so decisively. But on further thought, it did not seem all that surprising.
Ao Guang might have seemed exceedingly humble in all sorts of mythological tales, but one had to admit that he truly cared for the Dragon Clan. Every compromise and every bow of his head had been for the sake of preserving them.
In a fantasy world, especially one like Investiture of the Gods, overwhelming individual strength was an absolute advantage.
Take a Great Luo, for instance. In this world, they were among the strongest experts. As a Great Luo, one could basically do whatever one pleased.
Below Great Luo, all were ants.
The Dragon Clan was incomparably powerful to humans. Any adult dragon could reach the cultivation of a Heavenly Immortal, but before a Great Luo, they truly were no different from loaches.
Why had the Dragon Clan previously chosen to submit to the Heavenly Court? Was it not because the Heavenly Court had the Three Pure Ones behind it—three Great Luos?
The Dragon Clan had thought they had found powerful backing, yet in the end, they gained nothing at all.
The Three Pure Ones did not care about the Dragon Clan in the slightest. Yuanshi Tianzun, in particular, had always held the Demon Race in contempt, looking down on those covered in fur and bearing horns. Naturally, he disliked the Dragon Clan immensely as well.
Under such circumstances, the Dragon Clan naturally declined further and further. The only benefit of submitting to the Heavenly Court was that, at the very least, no rogue cultivators dared lay hands on them...
But that was not what the Dragon Clan wanted. What they hoped for was true freedom.
After Chen Mu displayed a little of his capabilities,