"Although I don’t quite understand, I agree to bring in the Human Race." Russell didn’t hesitate.
"Then let’s summon them. We can’t just work for the master without the master knowing how much effort we’ve put in."
Ao Wuming said aningfully.
He didn’t feel much resistance to this, because the Sea God was human, and the Dragon Race had always been working for the Human Race.
The deepest part of the Dragon Palace Fortress.
The true Dragon Palace Hall.
Above the magnificent and enormous altar, the Dragon King’s face was sowhat twisted, trapped by four pitch-black, lusterless chains.
He thought back to that day eons ago.
On that day, he had just achieved the peak that a normal life could reach, that is — Heaven’s Limit.
Level one hundred!
This is the utmost limit that a normal life can reach, a level reputed to rival the heavens, able to stand equal with the Heavenly Dao.
To advance even further, one would need to transcend, to beco a deity like the Sea God.
The Sea God is not a Personal God like the Mountain God, but a realm.
A Realm God is completely different from a Personal God.
A Realm God is forged entirely by oneself, a power belonging solely to one’s own.
Whereas a Personal God is rely a title bestowed by another, which can be taken away at any ti.
Legend has it, transcending Heaven’s Limit, moving beyond, becos a Realm God.
The specific realm designation, unless one is at that level, is known by almost no one.
But the Dragon King knew, once upon a ti, Creation Continent had Realm Gods, and in considerable numbers.
There was once a Realm God among the Dragon Race, but it’s said that Realm God was rely a pet of the Sea God.
Thus, since their inception, the Dragon Race seed always to be working for the Human Race, as an indispensable warrior under the Human Race.
Unfortunately, the Dragon King had never seen that Realm God of his own race.
He even doubted whether that Realm God was still alive.
Thus, as the most talented of the Dragon Race in that era, the king of the race at the ti —
He vowed to surpass Heaven’s Limit, to transcend, allowing the Dragon Race to beco the strongest race like the Asura Race with their own Realm God.
Though he had lived for who knows how many years at that point, as a long-lived species, he felt he was still young, with a talent high enough, filled with hope for transcendence.
Once he successfully transcended, the Dragon Race would be able to stand independently like the Asura Race, no longer re workers, but able to carve out their own domain, even if not equal to the Human Race, at least with so autonomy and self-governance.
On that day, as he reached Heaven’s Limit, on that sa day, his beloved wife gave birth to his youngest son, Ao Wuming, still an egg at the ti.
But it was also on that day, a catastrophe suddenly descended.
It arrived without any warning.
The Dragon Race was slaughtered, his beloved wife, who had just given him their last child, died right before his eyes.
His anger soared to the heavens, fighting desperately, but was utterly powerless to change fate, forced to watch as one Dragon after another was either captured or killed on the spot.
He himself was sealed and completely suppressed here.
His Dragon Power was entirely sealed, leaving only his physical strength intact.
The Divine Lock restraining his body constantly drained his Dragon Power, dispersing into the surrounding sea.
The Dragon Power that scattered, under the influence of invisible forces, spontaneously enlightened shrimps and crabs, spontaneously nurtured Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
The nurtured Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, if not harvested in ti after maturing, would disappear silently.
The enlightened shrimps and crabs, once they reached Earth’s Limit, would be confined within the Dragon Palace Fortress, unable to leave.
Unless they left the Dragon Palace Fortress before reaching Earth’s Limit.
Break through outside, then return, only then would they be able to enter and exit freely.
Strangely enough, all shrimps and crabs, since that ti, seed to have no bottlenecks, inevitably reaching Earth’s Limit within ten thousand years after being enlightened.
But after reaching Earth’s Limit, they were completely unable to improve further, with their realm level locked like a Celestial Lock.
Since that ti, the Dragon King knew he was being fard, used as an endlessly ’egg-laying’ fat dragon.
As a Celestial-level Creature, he himself was a source of Dragon Power, inexhaustible and never-ending.
As long as he remained here, alive, he could eternally nurture Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and enlighten shrimps and crabs.
At that ti, he was filled with hatred, his anger soaring to the heavens, repeatedly struggling madly, but completely unable to affect the Divine Lock.
He even considered suicide, to end it all.
Yet after trying, he beca even more despairing.
Because he found that over ninety percent of his power had been sealed, his body was still normal.
With his remaining power, he couldn’t even commit suicide, not even injure his own dragon body.
During that period, he fell into depression, madness, truly losing himself to a long bout of mania, a loss of sanity.
Until —
The dragon egg left unattended, thought possibly to have beco a stillborn egg, spontaneously hatched.
Listening to the clear calls of the young dragon, his sanity finally returned.
Because at that ti, only one juvenile Dragon Race was still free, he nad this youngest son Wuming.
Thus Ao Wuming was born.
Initially, he was filled with hope, believing the Dragon Race to be unique, his bloodline even more extraordinary, sure to reach the celestial level.
As long as his son reached the celestial level, there was hope of being rescued.
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