"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 meaningfully.
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 somewhat 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 become a deity like the Sea God.
