Qingyi Chaos World.
Taihao Chaos Sacred Realm.
This was one of the Forty-Nine Chaos Saint Realms, and the one with the most expansive waters.
"Uncle, did you really see lots of golden divine dragons plunge into the Taihao Sea two and a half years ago?"
On the shore of the boundless sea, a dark-skinned young man asked curiously.
Before him stood a stooped old man smoking a pipe, his skin cracked like tree bark.
The old man was small and thin, his skin even darker than the young man's, with scarcely any hair left on his head.
"I saw them with my own eyes."
"Every golden divine dragon was as enormous as a mountain, plunging into the Taihao Sea from beyond the heavens."
"You were all sound asleep that night. For some reason, I alone woke up."
As the old man recalled what he had seen that night, a trace of awe still lingered in his eyes.
Hundreds, thousands of golden divine dragons as huge as mountains—such a sight would have been utterly terrifying to any living being.
"Uncle, how powerful do you think those golden divine dragons are?"
"Could they be terrifying Great Emperor-level beings?"
The young man's voice brimmed with longing.
To him, Great Emperor-level beings were already terrifying beyond measure.
As a fisherman living beside the Taihao Sea, he was merely an ordinary inhabitant of the Chaos Saint Realm.
However, even ordinary people in a Chaos Saint Realm generally practiced simple cultivation methods. Most reached the third or fourth order and had heard legends of Great Emperor-level beings.
"They should be Great Emperors, shouldn't they?"
The old man sounded hesitant.
But he had seen so many golden divine dragons—at least a thousand.
Could they all have been Great Emperors?
A thousand Great Emperors?
Was that even possible?