"Sea-Fishing Elder?"
Fang Yun had heard of the Sea-Fishing Elder, but knew little about him. He knew only that the Sea-Fishing Elder was unfathomably mysterious and that no one had ever seen his true form, yet the Dragon Race hated him to the marrow of their bones.
During the war between the Dragon Race and the Ancient Demons, the Sea-Fishing Elder had contributed a great deal.
Even among the Ancient Demons, only the Tree Venerable and a handful of Ancestral Emperors had ties with the Sea-Fishing Elder. Even the Mountain Bearer Ancestral Emperor had never met him.
All anyone knew was that the Sea-Fishing Elder's ancestor had a feud with the Ancestral Dragon as deep as the sea, so every generation of Sea-Fishing Elders had devised every possible means of targeting the Dragon Race.
Besides the Prison-Suppressing Evil Dragon, the Sea-Fishing Elder had played a considerable role in giving the Ancient Demons the courage to rise in rebellion.
Only after the Dragon Race fell from its peak did the Sea-Fishing Elder gradually withdraw from the world.
Although the Mountain Bearer tribe had no ties with the Sea-Fishing Elder, they had witnessed his terrifying power.
Among the images in the Mountain Bearer Inheritance, there was one that remained vivid in Fang Yun's memory.
It depicted the early days of the Ancient Demons' rise. Before the two armies, an Ancient Demon Great Sage was being battered breathless by a Dragon Race Great Sage's tempest of attacks. It was practically a sturdy young man beating a three- or four-year-old child.
Then a terrifying scene unfolded.
The sky over the battlefield suddenly split in two, the divide stretching hundreds of thousands of miles and revealing a pitch-black, fathomless spatial rift.
The spatial rift was perfectly straight. Then a silver fishhook trailing a black fishing