Master of Strange Dao

Every year, the furious typhoons would uproot colossal trees and carry away living beings into the sky as if it were nothing out of the ordinary; for thousands of miles inland from the coastline, there was scarcely a soul to be found.

Today, it was still raining over the vast expanse of the Southern Sea.

However, it was exceptionally rare, a continuous drizzle without the fierce winds playing any tricks.

As the drizzle fell, the usually temperamental Southern Sea seemed to have calmed down somewhat.

In the depths of the Southern Sea, a gigantic mountain hidden in the deep sea gradually began to split open, revealing a huge cocoon of light.

The cocoon flickered faintly, a weak hint of life beginning to revive within it, as a heartbeat slowly emerged. The halo above the cocoon swelled and contracted with the heartbeat.

The sound of the heartbeat spread in all directions across the ocean floor.

Several days later, a figure with a dragon's head, a human body, and bird's claws, dressed in a long robe, arrived beneath the massive mountain on the sea floor.

He knelt on the ground, his expression one of excitement.

"Unworthy descendant Ji Lian, pays respect to the ancestor."

An old voice emanated from within the cocoon.

"Are you the current Clan Leader?"

"Yes, ancestor, it is indeed I."

"Why have you come alone?"

"Forgive me, ancestor, ever since you fell into slumber and our clan's treasure was lost, the Southern Sea has been beyond control.

The Ji Meng family has been powerless to control the Southern Sea, and with the constant storms, the various clans of the Southern Sea all blame the Ji Meng family.

To survive, our clan members have had to move to the area where the Southern Sea meets the East Sea.

We now depend on the breath of the Dragon Clan to sustain us. Now that the ancestor has summoned, only I could come.

If the clans of the Southern Sea knew we were returning, they would probably rise up to attack us."

"Ah..." a long sigh came from within the cocoon.

"The Seal has been broken, all of the past has settled into dust, and I have completed what I promised Emperor Dui. It is time to retrieve our clan's treasure.

I have slept for far too long and still need some time to recover.

Go deep into the land and retrieve our clan's treasure.

Do not make contact with anyone from Dadui."

"Ancestor, Dadui no longer exists…" Ji Lian said softly.

"Gone? When?"

"It has been a very long time, that is from the Ancient era, and we are now in a new era."

"Has it been that long?" The person inside the cocoon, his voice wavering and somewhat incredulous: "How could Dadui possibly be gone? Who destroyed it? Daqian? Dali?"

"That... I am not sure, there's very little recorded in our clan. Dadui disappeared silently, as if it had never existed, just a fleeting legend."

The person inside the cocoon fell silent for a moment, murmuring to himself.

"So much time has passed. Who averted the disaster?

Who dared to extinguish the wrath of the living beings?

The times have changed, eh? Dadui is gone.

Even the Ji Meng family now relies on the breath of the Dragon Clan to survive.

First, go and see if there is any remaining Fire Qi there.

And find out who averted the disaster."

Ji Lian, kneeling on the ground, looked somewhat awkward. After a moment's thought, he decided not to embellish anything. Since the ancestor hadn't become angry upon hearing the current state of the Ji Meng family, it was best to be honest.

"Ancestor, the current Ji Meng family probably no longer has the capability to do these things.

The clan's population is scarce, and since the Ancient era, all the chaotic phenomena in the Southern Sea have been blamed on our Ji Meng family.

Thanks to the shadow of you, ancestor, the Dragon Clan considered us once relatives and sheltered us, preventing our extinction.

Today, that's all we have; other matters, especially concerning setting foot on land, seem even more difficult.

The Three Divine Dynasties absolutely do not wish to see folk from the Ji Meng family stepping onto land."

Upon hearing this, the halo above the cocoon flickered frequently, and the cocoon slowly split open a crack.

A huge Dragon Head emerged, staring down at the kneeling Ji Lian, eventually unable to contain the rising Fire Qi.

"Has it really come to this?"

"Perhaps even worse..." Ji Lian honestly responded.

The huge Dragon Head closed its eyes, breathing raggedly, it took a long time to calm its emotions.

The cocoon gradually shrank, revealing a giant inside.

Dragon Head, human body, bird's claws, and his arms were covered in large feathers.

He slowly sat up and took a step forward, shrinking a bit in size. By the time he reached Ji Lian, he had become the size of an ordinary man.

He looked at his nervous descendant, sighed quietly, and did not blame him.

An era had passed, and the fact that the Ji Meng family had not been wiped out was enough to show that his descendants, generation after generation, had actually done their best.

He knew all too well, the treasure of the Ji Meng family, lost outside and affected by the Dadui Seal, had nearly lost its power, and he himself had been severely injured and had to go into slumber to maintain his life force.

Back then, he, Ji Meng, had owed Emperor Dui a huge favor, and had no choice but to help.

Unfortunately, by the time he realized that the raging flames were actually the wrath of the living beings, it was already too late.

Even the Galaxy falling to the earth, summoned by the treasure, could not completely extinguish those fires of anger, only suppress the Fire Qi, that was all.

He had promised Emperor Dui with the treasure, to suppress that Fire Qi until the Seal was resolved.

And he also needed to enter into slumber to suppress the Fire Qi that had seared into his Divine Soul, waiting for the power of time to extinguish and resolve it.

Who would have thought, by the time people resolved the disaster of the Seal, even Dadui was gone.