Qiu Niu's Hall

Jian Mu's defenses were not particularly strict.

Outsiders simply could not enter this ten-thousand-mile Restricted Area in the sea, and which of the sea clans would dare swallow a bear's heart and a leopard's gall to cause trouble at Jian Mu? Qiu Niu's ability of Formless was no joke. Even the lowest-cultivated Pixiu could casually trigger Jian Mu's power and leave any invaders unable to bear the consequences.

For tens of thousands of years, Jian Mu had been more peaceful and idle than the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace of old. That was why Qiu Niu could still be holding concerts at a time like this.

The various clans on the islands within the Restricted Area, on the other hand, had some competition among themselves. The Featherfolk and sea demons, for instance, had fought quite a few times before, and members of the Clam Clan had even been captured... There were plenty of similar conflicts between clans, and the Dragon Sons had found the pleasure of ruling in matters such as mediating them.

Sometimes, Qin Yi found these Dragon Sons rather pitiful.

They had holed up in this forbidden land for tens of thousands of years without venturing out. Though their overall strength was so formidable, they shrank back into one place, calling themselves a Restricted Area, guarding themselves behind closed doors and content with this so-called rule over a hundred clans. They sought no expansion and made no progress. No wonder most of the Dragon Sons' cultivation was nothing much.

He had once found it strange that, after cultivating against Jian Mu for tens of thousands of years, they had attained only this much. Their essence was actually dependent on Jian Mu to keep them alive, which he had found baffling. But now that he thought about it, it