The Rise of the Dragon Clan: I Traveled Through Time and Became the Third Prince of the East China Sea

On the day he traveled to Ao Bing, Lin Yi looked at the reflection of the dragon's horns in the mirror. His first reaction was not to panic, but to settle accounts. Nezha is making trouble in the sea, which is a dead end. When the Eight Immortals cross the sea, it is a calamity. Suppression by heaven is a killing tactic. The shackles of heaven are a dead end. Four games in a row, every move is dead, and there is no way to survive. But he had no intention of accepting his fate. As a top corporate strategic consultant in his previous life, he knows one thing very well: Difficulties are never solved, but solved. From deep sea farms to the Three Realms Chamber of Commerce, from a corner of the East China Sea to the Four Seas Alliance. He spent ten years shaping the dragon clan from a plate of loose sand into a sword. When Nezha came, he negotiated a way out in a desperate situation at the cost of his life dragon ball. When the Eight Immortals came, he set up a trap on the East China Sea, defeated each one, and defeated them head-on. When heaven's punishment came, he resisted the thunder, protected millions of aquatic people in the Dragon Palace, and announced the rise of the dragon clan to the three realms. But the higher he went, the more he discovered that the decline of the dragon clan was not an accident, but a plan of heaven. The truth about the ancient dragon and phoenix catastrophe, the shackles deep in the bloodline, the price of Taoist ancestors' union... All clues point to the same answer. Under the law of heaven, the dragon clan is an outcast. Lin Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Abandoned piece? Exactly. What I am best at is turning abandoned pieces into living chess." The chess game is open, and there are no regrets for your moves.