The Abyssal Realm was dim beneath the heavens. The barren earth lay deathly still, having entered the End of Dharma Era.
The world was flawed, the star radiance of all ages exhausted. The capable powerhouses had withdrawn long ago, leaving behind only the weak star masters, whose cultivation was steadily regressing.
This was the aftermath of the hot war. Ordinary people struggled to survive, and sunlight was nowhere to be seen from dawn to dusk.
"Qiang-ge, I'm a little freaked out."
Deep in the North Sea, it was still a dead sea region.
Only one island world remained, rich spiritual energy wafting through it and signs of life overflowing, all originating from the Active Matter surging up from the depths of the sea floor.
Golden divine dragons roamed the sea, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, scattering life-giving rain and dew to irrigate island after island. Countless medicinal herbs grew wildly.
Da Qiang, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, had a golden shell wreathed in sacred radiance. He spent his days managing the Medicine Garden, lamenting that, despite his mighty presence, his golden cudgel had already rusted. He needed to find himself a female dragon goddess.
This sea region looked extraordinarily transcendent because the Active Matter of civilization would occasionally suffuse it.
What was this? It was the ancient source of civilization that had slumbered in the North Sea for countless years!
Back then, the Abyssal Sea Dragon King had survived solely because he had led his clansmen and retreated into the ancient civilization world.
But the price had been staggering. At present, the entire Abyssal Dragon Race was no different from being imprisoned beneath the sea.
Awakening the slumbering North Sea Civilization was easier said than done. The world was like a massive deep-sea purgatory, its resources scarce and cultivation difficult. Many