Only one man stood above. He carried an earth-colored coffin on his back, his ink-black hair streaming through the air. It was Burial Nether.
A colossal Jiaolong also lay aboard the treasure ship. Its fangs were shattered, its aura feeble, and strange Tomb Qi coiled around its body, preventing it from drawing upon the Rules of Power within.
Yet defiance still shone in its eyes, its bearing undiminished. Its enormous Jiaolong head stared fixedly into the distance. Where was this?!
As the honored leader of a branch of the Eight Meridians Jiaolong Clan, it had followed the Ancient Divine Dragon Clan, one of the Strongest Myriad Races, into battle and fought the Burial Sky Mound across the Desolate Plains.
Yet in the midst of battle, those Burial Sky Mound clan elders had turned around and attacked it instead!
That had been a Tribulation Transcendence Heavenly Lord, shamelessly launching a sneak attack in broad daylight against a Great Vehicle Middle Stage cultivator!
And even in the face of the Ancient Divine Dragon Clan's obstruction, they had insisted on severely wounding and taking it away, even at the cost of suffering injuries themselves.
What virtue or ability did it, merely the honored leader of a branch of the Eight Meridians Jiaolong, possess to warrant such deliberate targeting?!
But after the Ancient Divine Dragon Clan had failed, they had not rescued it either. The Eight Meridians Jiaolong Clan was far too insignificant beneath the Divine Dragons' banner. Their willingness to stop a Celestial Venerable was already a heaven-sent favor toward an affiliated race...
Jiaolong Honored One was somewhat disheartened. The clan's forebears had failed to rise among the powerful races during the Myriad Races Great Slaughter Era.
Now, attempting to rise was fraught with innumerable hardships. They were nothing more than cannon fodder