When Heaven slaughtered my dragon clan, did it ever ask itself what crime we had committed?
A thousand years of blood debt. Ten thousand dragons awaken.
On the night the Dragon King of the Jing River was executed, his young son Ao Jin escaped. After a thousand years in hiding, he took on the identity of Ao Guang, Dragon King of the Eastern Sea.
When Heaven demanded the Sea-Calming Needle, he offered it up respectfully. But the instant Sun Wukong pulled it out, he turned the Three Realms upside down!
The Four Seas churned, ten thousand dragons soared into the sky, and the waters flooded the Heavenly Palace!
A colossal dragon emerged from beneath a thousand miles of ice in the North Sea. The Western Sea’s battle dragons unleashed apocalyptic waves. The Southern Sea’s fire dragons burned the immortal palaces to ash. Black waters from the Eastern Sea swallowed heavenly soldiers and generals!
The Jade Emperor cried out in fury, “Wretched dragon! Do you know your crime?”
Ao Guang tore up the imperial edict with his claws and sneered. “Crime?”
“When Heaven ripped out my dragon tendons, stripped off my scales, and sucked the marrow from my bones, did it ever ask itself: What crime had I committed?!”
The bells of Spirit Mountain rang, and Buddha’s light shone everywhere.
Just as the dragon clan was about to crush Lingxiao Palace, the bells of the Great Thunderclap Temple reverberated through the Three Realms!
The Tathagata lowered his eyes, Guanyin bowed her head. The Buddhist order had intervened: would it offer salvation or punishment?
Yet the flames consuming Ao Jin’s dragon soul still had not gone out…
This battle is not for Buddhahood, nor for the throne. It is for one thing alone: blood for blood!
