Age of Behemoths

Great Wilderness Calendar, year 9900.

Fang Qing opened his eyes and swept his gaze across heaven and earth.

"Hmm? The continent was still a barren wasteland? How slow..."

He turned his gaze toward the ocean and could not help but pause.

Countless behemoths roamed the seas without restraint. Even the smallest were comparable in size to whales.

Some resembled mosasaurs, while others looked like alligator dragons...

In short, there was not the slightest trace of mystical arts or Divine Abilities—only ultimate size and surging brute strength!

"The spiritual currents of this world are still gestating, and there is no path of cultivation... Naturally, they can only reign supreme through powerful fleshly bodies."

"Who knows? In another thousand years or so, they might even build a kingdom of ocean behemoths..."

Fang Qing stretched lazily, took a step forward, and arrived upon an island.

Splash!

Not far away, a mosasaur leaped from the sea before crashing back down, sending up ten thousand towering waves...

He yawned and muttered, "I should claim the position first. Otherwise, if a Great Sage naturally gestates from the Golden Seat and I kill it afterward, that would damage the harmony of heaven..."

Fang Qing slightly raised a hand. Heaven and earth abruptly turned frigid, and wind and snow drifted down from the sky.

Icebergs emerged one after another from the ocean. The behemoths that had only just adapted to the warm temperate currents howled miserably before freezing to death in droves...

In the vault of heaven, countless Water Virtue phenomena intertwined and transformed into a Golden Seat!

Its substance was light, its nature utterly cold. It stood at the boundary between Water Virtue and Lunar Yin. It was ice, frost, sleet, and gloom... It held the wonder of concealed chill and lurking ferocity, of receiving yin and