Nine Seats Must Be Neat and Complete

The chaos of sea and sky returned to silence, leaving only ten thousand miles of devastation beneath the sea.

The sea clans returned to their own waters to rebuild their homes, but Qin Yi had no time to rest or recover. He went with the dog to Jian Mu Summit.

The Jian Mu Dragon Son Conference convened to add a throne for Taotie.

To be honest, when Qiu Niu had previously said, "I do not object," it had not been sincere at all. At the time, he simply did not believe Taotie. But after this battle, the Dragon Sons' wariness toward Taotie had dissipated. The matter of letting it take a throne was formally brought to the table.

The Dragon Sons needed Taotie now.

It was not merely to make up the meaningless number of "Nine Sons." The Dragon Sons' strength had genuinely fallen by a great deal. Chaofeng, the one closest to the Formless Realm, had died. Pixiu, the one with the most treasures, had died. They had no face to ask Qin Yi for those treasures either; they had originally been spoils Qin Yi had won at the risk of his life.

Then the Spirit of Jian Mu had been weakened by half. Though Jian Mu's own energy was rapidly replenishing itself, this was still an extremely vulnerable period.

If the Heavenly Being launched a large-scale assault at a time like this, the sea would be finished. The Dragon Sons therefore greatly welcomed Taotie, with whom they had once shared deep ties, to strengthen their forces. Taotie had originally come from here and had known them all for tens of thousands of years. Apart from minor matters like fighting over food back then, there had been no other enmity between them, so they found it very easy to