The resistance of the Flood Dragon clan might have been effective at first.
That disciple named Haotian had been unable to do anything to the Dragon Python Sacred Emperor's grandfather.
But then the Sacred Ancestor made his move.
For a time, heaven and earth overturned; blood dyed the Dragon Pool red, the eight waters shifted their course, and dragon roars echoed in every direction.
The situation changed in an instant, and the entire Flood Dragon clan was struck by a heaven-turning upheaval.
From then on, the Dragon Pool vanished, and there was no longer a Flood Dragon clan in the world.
This hatred was not merely his own hatred, but the hatred of an entire race.
So when the Dragon Python Sacred Emperor spoke of this matter,
even though a long time had already passed, his fists were still clenched tight, his heart filled with an indescribable pain.
Later, with the Lord of the Dead's help,
he was given a new identity in the Land of Reincarnation.
By presenting himself as a member of the Demon Race from the Cang Xuan Domain, he had gained the possibility of entering the Sacred Court's sight.
Later, the Dragon Python Sacred Emperor cultivated diligently. His performance within the Sacred Court became increasingly brilliant, and he eventually became one of the Thirty-Six Sacred Emperors.
It could be said that what had driven him to achieve all he had today was not anything else, but hatred so vast it could drown everything.
Yet he was more capable than anyone of concealing it.
Had he not spoken of that past himself, no one would likely have imagined it.
However, the Dragon Python Sacred Emperor also knew
that no matter how diligently he cultivated, he ultimately could not defeat the Sacred Court.
So he needed outside power.