From a Flood Dragon at the End of the Han to a Dragon Lord a Thousand Years Later

[Exotic-Beast Evolution] + [Historical What-If] + [Farming in a Chaotic Age] + [Behind-the-Scenes] + [Longevity] + [No Saintly Hero] + [Decisive and Ruthless] Chen Yuan wakes up to find that he has been reborn as a dying black snake in a pool of black water at the end of the Eastern Han dynasty. The Han dynasty is on the verge of collapse, the Yellow Turbans are about to rise, the powerful prey on the people, and the common folk are treated like grass. The curtain is slowly rising on a chaotic age. At death’s door, Chen Yuan awakens the Mountain and River Dragon Register. He devours waterways, gathers the power of worship, refines dragon aura, and feeds on the fortune of a chaotic age. From black snake to black wyrm, from Dragon Lord of the marshes to an eternal true dragon! He had meant to hide in the depths of a pool, watch dynasties rise and fall, and enjoy Longevity. But when starving refugees kneel by the pool and beg for water, when powerful families hoard food and prey on the people, and when defeated Yellow Turban followers weep and ask where peace can be found, Chen Yuan finally understands There is no escaping this chaotic age. So he establishes a shrine at Black Wyrm Pool and opens a water palace in the Dragon Lord’s domain. While others fight to rule the land, he builds canals and farms. While others massacre cities and seize grain, he gathers the people and establishes laws. While others rely on the people to claim the throne, he draws on the people’s worship to transform into a dragon! Zhang Jue burns his life to open a path to peace, while Chen Yuan gathers the people left behind by the Yellow Heaven. Dong Zhuo burns Luoyang, and Chen Yuan devours the remaining dragon aura of the Han dynasty. Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and Sun Quan contend for the land, while he holds his territory in the marshes and watches dynasties rise and fall with cold eyes. The late Han, the Three Kingdoms, the Jin dynasties, the Sui and Tang, the Song and Yuan, the Ming and Qing… Human emperors come and go, and heroes alike turn to bones. Only the Blackwater Wyrm, whose rise began in the late Eastern Han, still coils across the mountains and rivers, gazing down on a thousand years. “I do not fight to be emperor for one lifetime.” “I seek Longevity and draconic ascension, so I can watch ten thousand dynasties rise and fall!”