Beneath Ancestor Dragon, he was one of the Dragon Race's most ancient beings.
At the most brutal height of the Dragon-Han Tribulation, he had remained behind to guard the Four Seas on Ancestor Dragon's orders.
He had suppressed countless Tide Eyes thrown into turmoil by the war, preserving the Dragon Race's last path of retreat.
Ever since Ancestor Dragon had withdrawn to the Four Seas with his surviving forces, Candle Dragon had held watch in the depths of the East Sea, never again setting foot on the lands of the Primordial World.
But his silence did not mean the Primordial World had forgotten this Second Ancestor of the Dragon Race.
Eastern King raised a hand in greeting.
"Fellow Daoist Candle Dragon."
Candle Dragon's gaze fell upon the Dragon-Headed Staff in Eastern King's hand.
The Primordial Dragon Patterns coiled around its head seemed to sense his presence. Their eyes opened on their own, and a thread of azure light slowly flowed along the patterns.
"The Dao Ancestor did not choose carelessly when he entrusted this treasure to you."
"Since you have come to the Three Immortal Islands in person, fellow Daoist, I imagine you are not here merely to look at the treasure bestowed by the Dao Ancestor."
Eastern King stepped aside to clear the way.
Candle Dragon dispensed with pleasantries and walked straight into the Immortal Court.
Inside the great hall, the two took their seats as host and guest.
Yinglong and several Great Luos who had been among Eastern King's earliest followers also entered the hall, while the others remained outside.
"You went to the Heavenly Court." Candle Dragon brought up the matter as soon as he sat down.
"Indeed."
"How were Di Jun and Taiyi?"
"One is more like a Heavenly Emperor than before. The other still trusts