The Canghai Clan's ancestral land had been built in Dragon Abyss Canyon, at the deepest point of the sea.
It was a vast palace-city complex built from coral, seashells, and underwater Divine Minerals, radiating a gentle glow through the dark ocean depths.
It stretched for millions of li and ranked among the ten core cities of the main star.
Over countless years of construction, the palace walls throughout the city had been embedded with innumerable luminous pearls and glowing runes, illuminating the entire Dragon Palace as brightly as day.
The so-called Canghai Clan had once been a kind of Dragonkin Race, with Flood Dragon blood flowing through their bodies. However, through generations of reproduction, they had largely shed their draconic physical traits and cultivated in human form.
At this moment, within an ancient fortress in the deepest part of the Dragon Palace,
a group of figures sat gathered around an enormous round coral table.
Seated at the head was an elderly man who appeared to be in his fifties, Canghai Xuanming.
He wore an ancient-style blue robe, and both his hair and beard were deep blue, like seaweed.
His eyes were blue as well, deep and distant, as though they held an entire ocean within them.
"I trust you have all heard..."
His voice was calm, as though he were merely recounting some trivial matter.
Yet everyone present knew what raging undercurrents lay beneath that calm.
"The Great Era of Dao Attainment has only just begun. The weight of a Quasi-Emperor is no small matter..."
A middle-aged man seated at the table spoke with a grave expression.
"This is troublesome."
"Troublesome?"
Canghai Xuanming smiled.
"Do not overcomplicate matters. A Quasi-Emperor may be powerful, but in our Eternal Star Domain, which has produced more than one god, looking across the ages,