Spirit Nether Emperor Lord Wu Zhiyang was the Sea Race's greatest master of star divination.
He was tall and gaunt, with a steeply sloping bald head—sharp and angular, never smooth or rounded.
His bald scalp was covered in black patterns, complex and twisted, like the entwined branches of ancient trees, or little snakes pouncing upon a nest.
At this moment, the golden light of the Middle Antiquity Heavenly Road streamed through the circular window and flowed across his bald head, dyeing those black patterns with golden brilliance. His expression became exceedingly complicated.
As the Sea Race's grandmaster of star divination, of course he could see the immense significance of this Middle Antiquity Heavenly Road. At a glance, he knew it was power from the Middle Antiquity Era projected here.
Yet the golden radiance upon this road was an even more concrete source of unease—
This was neither Buddhist light nor divine light. It was the light that represented the majesty of the Dragon Race!
What raced along the Middle Antiquity Heavenly Road was the true power of the Dragon Emperor's nine sons.
All Sea Race and Aquatic Race beings bore, in the depths of their bloodlines, submission toward the dragon sons.
Wu Zhiyang could almost feel the countless raging waves of the Cang Sea cowed by the majesty of the Middle Antiquity Dragon Race.
Precisely because that majesty was so palpable, even greater fury welled up within Wu Zhiyang's unease—
In the Middle Antiquity Era, Human Emperor Lie Mountain had slain the Dragon Emperor's nine sons and refined them into the Nine Garrisons, using the Nine Garrisons to suppress the Long River.
Now, after years of plotting, the people of Jing Kingdom had summoned back the power of the Dragon Emperor's nine sons from the Middle Antiquity Era, pouring it