The Dragon Essence had completely lost its dragon shape, transforming entirely into the surging tide and flood of the White Dragon's Dragon Ascension.
Those of the Immortal Dao, the Buddhist Sect, and similar paths fared relatively well, but Dragonkind and Aquatic Folk who sought to immerse themselves in the Dragon Ascension and comprehend its deeper mysteries inevitably became entangled in its momentum.
The deeper their immersion, the deeper their entanglement, and the greater the pressure they felt. If their sins were weighty enough, they would even draw heavenly lightning from the tribulation, feeling as though their bodies would be shattered and their bones ground to dust!
Thus, some old Flood Dragons with profound cultivation could encounter danger even earlier than those with lesser cultivation if they failed to restrain themselves. They might even be swept straight out of the flood and cast out of the Mountain-River Realm.
Stoneborn, Qi Zhongbin, and the others remained relatively close to the front, though there was no longer any dragon shape here. They simply rode the crests of the surging tide onward.
"Aang-"
The White Dragon's roar echoed among the mountains and rivers ahead, accompanied by the crashes of collisions against mountainsides, the howling flood, and the thunder rolling down from the sky.
Dark clouds completely shrouded the sky most of the time, and the landscape flashed between light and darkness in the lightning.
The howling winds whipped the tide into an even greater frenzy. Occasionally, entire uprooted trees could be seen flying through the air.
Yi Shuyuan stood at the front with his fan open, occasionally sweeping it lightly to brush aside flying boulders and massive trees. He glanced back at Stoneborn and Qi Zhongbin, neither of whom could keep his expression calm throughout.
"Stoneborn, let them out. This is a rare opportunity,