It had taken only a day.
Xuan Yuan Clan had arrived at the vast, boundless East Sea.
He stood calmly above the water.
Looking down at the seemingly endless East Sea,
he saw sunlight bathing the water, making it a hazy expanse of white that stretched beyond the eye.
As the saying went, mist cloaked the mountain peak, the mountain peak cloaked the mist; the sky met the water's edge, and the water met the sky.
Under the sunlight, the East Sea had a beauty all its own.
Xuan Yuan Clan stood above the sea.
A hint of mockery appeared in the corner of his eye.
His status could be called exceedingly distinguished now.
The Human Race had become one of the three great races in the Primordial Chaos World, and he was its leader.
In terms of standing, he could even rank alongside Demon Emperor Di Jun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and the Ancestral Witches of the Witch Race.
Those false dragons who groveled before the Demon Race—
he naturally didn't take them seriously.
In ancient times, true dragons had been the rulers of the seas.
They had been one of the three great races of that era,
and their power had been formidable.
But by this point in time,
true dragons had vanished.
All that remained were false dragons evolved from ordinary animals.
Those creatures had become worse than pigs and dogs,
reduced to vassals of the Demon Race.
Just thinking about it was a pity.
Especially since Demon Emperor Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi,
the rulers of the present day,
often treated the Dragon Clan as food.
Where was the Dragon Clan's former pride?
Just thinking about it filled him with scorn.
At that moment, Xuanyuan stood above the sea,
gazing out at the endless East Sea.