It was not only Ji Yuan who was watching the Dragon Race's opening of the wilderness. Nearly every master in the world capable of sensing it was paying attention as well. Even ordinary mortals were thanking heaven and earth, for the comfortable moisture of water vapor during this time was also better suited for spring planting.
Many cultivators throughout the world breathed a sigh of relief. The Dragon Race's mobilization of the world's Water Marsh Essence was an enormously vast undertaking. Now, with the opening of the wilderness at its critical juncture, it had tangibly affected the changes of heaven and earth, suppressing the restless fire between them to a considerable extent.
Such a thing was far from simple to achieve. No Immortal Path faction or Buddhist power could do it, nor could the gods. Only the Dragon Race, the well-deserved overlords of the waters, could accomplish such a world-shaking feat by exhausting the strength of dragons across the world.
Some cultivators sighed in relief, thinking it fortunate that the Dragon Race had not gone mad. Yet masters who had cultivated deeply over long years all understood that the Four Seas Dragon Race were vested interests in the stability of the world's order, and Water Marsh Essence overlords for who knew how many years.
The righteous cultivators of the world, especially those from great sects, major schools, Immortal Path holy lands, and similar places, often saved the common people out of compassion for heaven and pity for humankind. After all, in their view, even if the world fell into chaos, the immortal sects would not. Though there might be calamities, some immortal residences with cave heavens and blessed lands could still withdraw from the world and avoid them. The Dragon Race, however, was different. They needed to safeguard their own