At the source of the Yangtze River, within Kunlun Mountain.
One colossal dragon after another, each dozens of zhang long, floated in midair, riding clouds and mist. Their whiskers danced as thunder rumbled nearby and fierce winds swept through.
Many Great Dragon Kings and Dragon Emperors from the Western Sea, Southern Sea, and Northern Sea had gathered here.
Thanks to the opening of Burial Saint Valley and the aid of the Dragon Race Remnant Lineage, the strength of the many dragons of the Three Seas Dragon Palace had surged dramatically in merely a few months.
Yet the Dragon Race Remnant Lineage had refused to contact the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan.
Ao Wufeng, the Dragon Emperor of the Western Sea, was a pure-blooded white dragon. His snow-white Dragon Scales radiated a beautiful halo, and his bearing was majestic, but the hatred and bloodlust in his eyes ruined the noble image a White Dragon Emperor ought to possess.
"Everyone, the arrow is on the bowstring and must be loosed. This Sacred Way Suppression has damaged Jing Kingdom's National Fortune. Once the Miscellaneous School makes its move, Fang Yun will surely suffer a severe blow. So long as our Three Seas Dragon Palace join forces, we can reclaim the Yangtze River, turn from guests into masters, and seize the Water Hall."
Ao He, the Dragon Emperor of the Southern Sea, said helplessly, "We know that you wish to avenge your elder brother, Ao Wushan, and we know how tragically he died. But Fang Yun is no longer what he once was. It would be one thing if he had merely obtained the Dragon Court Edict and advanced to Literary Star Dragon Noble; after all, the Dragon Peerage is more name than substance. But he has obtained the Two-Dragon Seal. Before him, we have