This was an unspoken, century-spanning deception.
Chong Hua, Tai Yi, the Human Emperor, the Eastern Emperor... Their identities were tangled and complex, and their relationships seemed irreconcilable at first glance, yet they had driven the situation to where it stood today.
—Walk someone else's path, leaving them nowhere to go!
The Eastern Yi had failed strategically, leaving them no other choice... In the end, they could only helplessly witness the signing of a peace treaty.
The people of this land had not failed to resist... There had once been the Dragon Master's uprising, as well as Gun's struggle.
What a pity!
The Dragon Master had been buried by Chong Hua with one hand. Even the most orthodox successor—Danzhu—had been brutally suppressed and defeated. Only at the moment of his death had he shown a final burst of resolve, dragging Jimeng down with him.
Yet the Demon Clan had succeeded in its grand strategy. The missing combat strength left by those who had fallen was immediately replenished... After the Dragon Clan lost control of the waters, Great Sage Kui Niu attained the Dao, sublimated to the utmost, and advanced another step!
After attaining the Dao, this brand-new demon marshal moved his Daoist arena and chose Liubo Mountain. Seven thousand li out at sea, it cut off the vital route connecting the Eastern Yi to the Eastern Sea. On one hand, it slaughtered the severely weakened Dragon Clan; on the other, it severed the Eastern Yi's channel for seeking the Dragon Clan's aid and combining forces.
It was like shutting the door to beat a dog. This was the bitter fruit of the Eastern Yi's first defeat.
However, the tenacious Human Race refused to submit or compromise, and thus Gun rose in response to the times... He had stolen Breathing Soil to