"Nothing but a clamor of conflicting opinions. What else could it be?"
Ao Yang shook his head at this, his expression faintly displeased, yet helpless.
Taichang Heaven was the Dragon Clan's ancestral land. Ever since the Dao Court had governed the world, dragons had always held great power in this Heavenly Firmament.
Even after all the suppression and division that followed, the Dragon Clan's longing for this great heaven had never wavered.
This was an obsession engraved in their vital essence and bloodline, its significance far beyond the ordinary!
Back then, faced with an irresistible, overwhelming tide, their branch had had no choice but to bend the knee and pledge allegiance to the Eight Sects and Six Schools.
Though this had earned them the Eastern Sea as a foundation and freed them from the main lineage's suppression thereafter,
even after countless years, this branch's Dragon Palace had always harbored a covetous desire for Taichang Heaven, kept deeply concealed...
"How can we blame them for their conflicting opinions? In a matter of this magnitude, a single misstep means falling into a ten-thousand-fathom abyss, smashed to pieces, never to be whole again..."
The Dragon Lord shook his head and said,
"Uncle, how could we let another sleep soundly beside our bed? Though we have served cautiously all these years, conscientious and diligent, never making the slightest mistake, and though our Dragon Palace has led the charge in several great campaigns in Outer Heaven, spilling who knows how much blood,
"to the Eight Sects and Six Schools, we are still outsiders in the end.
"Especially after they learned about Jianmu...
"Can we truly remain in this Eastern Sea?"
"So even you favor campaigning against Taichang Heaven?"
Ao Yang's brows twitched, and he gave an almost imperceptible sigh.
"Though the Thearch of the Dragon