Fang Yun returned to the Dragon Emperor Platform once more. An insight stirred in his heart, and he raised his head to gaze at the sky.
Fang Yun's gaze passed through the Dragon Court, through the main city, through the Outer City, and out beyond Dragon City.
Outside Dragon City, not a single sage from the outside worlds remained. Dragon City's powerful defenses had utterly cut off any possibility of their entering.
On the Equatorial Ring in space, the scholars of the Craftsmen Realm had mobilized in full force and were continuing to repair the ring.
This was an undertaking of tremendous scale.
But...
Fang Yun pondered as he looked up at the sky beyond Dragon City.
Only the sages could see the ethereal, translucent rivers flickering in and out of view.
Those were the powers the Sacred Way had left in Dragon City, tributaries of the various Sacred Way Rivers. They could also be called the Sacred Way that the Myriad Worlds Will had bestowed specifically upon Dragon City.
These tributaries of the Sacred Way were not even as broad as the Political Way river Fang Yun had established only recently.
Fang Yun's Political Way river was like the Yangtze River, whereas the various tributaries of the Sacred Way here were like small rivers, some no larger than streams.
*For the former Lord of the Myriad Worlds, these tributaries of the Sacred Way are too small and too few. The living beings of a world depend heavily on the tributaries of the Sacred Way unique to that world. No wonder the Dragon Race, once so glorious, now falls behind even the Craftsmen Realm in the technology needed to repair the Equatorial Ring. It isn't that the Dragon Race lacks ability; the tributaries of the Sacred Way in Dragon City