Elsewhere, after the giant dragon dispersed its form, it returned to the Eastern Land of Great Rui in an unfathomable manner and fell silent within a dark palace.
Countless thoughts raced through his mind, intermingled with scenes from Donghua's dynasties. Threads of Dragon Qi and dynastic fortune gathered and circulated, bringing with them a great deal of information.
This information was like countless tiny puzzle pieces, slowly arranging and combining within the dragon's heart, gradually constructing a picture.
At the heart of that picture lay a seemingly peaceful land. Beyond the land came the ocean, the starry sky, and many blurred figures in succession.
Then, the information he had just obtained from Qiu Yan also gathered and seeped into the picture, immediately making the figure at its very edge much clearer.
Afterward, Divine Abilities turned in succession. Seven bright pearls linked into a line, peering into the Destiny River and finding within it a trace of fortune's roots.
"So that's how it is. This matter hinges on which family gathers the fortune of this vast land before and after the continent's ascension. It is impossible for one family to swallow it all, but dreaming of rain and dew shared equally is equally delusional. It can only benefit a group. No wonder there is a Scripture-Seeking Scheme. This king should make some arrangements within it as well, or I will ultimately be cast aside by the tide of events." At the end, the dragon suddenly sighed.
"Now I truly am a grasshopper tied to the same string as that newly ascended deity. If we cannot complete the Eastern Land's arrangements soon, then when those great powers descend, this world will become fish on the chopping block, left for others to slaughter. What good end can we cultivators and deities attached to