Ocean Lords: Start Harvesting Double from Dice Rolls Chapter 626 - 318: Fisherman’s Identity, Ten Thousand Years of Past Events

The surging power flowed inward, causing the stone gripped in Fang Yu’s hand to dissolve slowly before merging swiftly into his body.

"Buzz!"

A resounding hum erupted abruptly within Fang Yu’s mind, and in the next instant, his sight faded to white, as though an unseen force dragged his awareness into a bygone ancient time.

"Roar!"

Dragons dwelled across these lands, flourishing and breeding prolifically, clashing with humans over the finest resources for evolution.

Then one day out of nowhere, the epoch transformed radically, turning the surrounding conditions into an excruciating ordeal that slowly rendered dragons unable to endure or propagate.

Newly born dragons and their eggs fell victim first to the environment's corrosive meltdown, shattering apart and dying.

Afterward, the frailer elements of the Dragon Race started vanishing progressively.

As the decline persisted without mercy, even the mightiest dragons failed against the world's rotting blight, their physiques beginning to crumble.

Bodies, genetic essence, and abilities dissolved under the world's digestion, converting into raw primal energies concealed in every minute particle of force.

This explains why, across all eras, those striving for the pinnacle must first pass through dragon transformation.

What’s termed dragon transformation doesn’t imply humans, ships, or other vessels of power acquire the dragon’s might or heritage.

Rather, in this period, individuals begin grasping power’s fundamental nature, drawing in and wielding ever-smaller, purer energy particles approaching the source.

Hence... amid this shift, the Dragon Race’s genes and strength embedded in those tiny energy particles emerge, influencing the visible traits of contemporary powerhouses.

In such a way, the Dragon Ship arises.

Just then, the power from the stone Fang Yu had taken in surged anew, laying bare the stone’s genuine chronicle right before him:

Once the Dragon Race had wholly perished, the golden ancestral dragon, dormant far beneath the world’s depths, stirred awake suddenly.

Its bloodline and strength were immense enough to defy the era’s shift-induced environmental upheavals.

But...

Time slipped away year by year in a blur. Bereft of its kin, the ancestral dragon felt like a family-less human, consumed by profound isolation and sorrow.

Overwhelmed by total aloneness, the ancestral dragon opted to break apart, crumbling to dust just like its brethren.

Still, as the Dragon Race’s paramount entity and origin of every dragon, the ancestral dragon stood apart.

Even as its form disintegrated and dispersed, remnants of power and bloodline began silently assembling from the nothingness starting then.

Close to a hundred crystallized pieces formed from these, yet as eras and dimensions warped, the majority tumbled into the abyss and faded utterly.

Still, one endured waves of temporal flux to end up clutched by a young tribesman.

The youth at first had no inkling of its worth, viewing the stone merely as an appealing keepsake pebble he carried along.

Yet with passing days, sans any cultivation techniques or structured power path, he rose instinctively to claim supremacy in that age.

With a mere flick of his wrist, he forged an epoch shielding the Human Race from savage ancient beasts’ perils and pursuits, birthing the dawn of nations.

"Ancestral Emperor! Ancestral Emperor!"

Throngs of humans bowed low upon the soil, staring up in reverence at the man who’d matured into a sturdy, formidable figure, worshiping him as "Ancestral Emperor."

The visage of this "Ancestral Emperor" gave Fang Yu a mild shock.

This fellow oddly mirrored the Fisherman in looks.

Could it be... he’s the Fisherman?

But it doesn’t quite match!

The Fisherman looks like a scrawny, sun-darkened middle-aged man, his features lacking vigor, bearing only the dullness eroded by ages.

This one, however, possessed eyes brimming with fire, intense drive and robustness—a bold, honorable warrior.

Could time’s grind have warped that valiant champion into the Fisherman’s shriveled state today?

However, as the visions kept evolving, Fang Yu soon comprehended the real events fully.

The Ancestral Emperor ascended to power, steering his people toward endless expansion, progress, and prosperity.

But...

Owing to the dragon stone’s presence, the Ancestral Emperor’s longevity nearly matched the dragons’, possibly enduring tens of thousands of years.

Even after a thousand years across countless generations, the Ancestral Emperor’s form hardly changed at all.

The populace sensed the strangeness, and the officials grew suspicious of the Ancestral Emperor.

Although the Ancestral Emperor continued to labor tirelessly for the Human Race, fear within human hearts spread like a plague; once it arose, it quickly multiplied and dug in deep.

After years of scheming and careful plotting, a handful of the Ancestral Emperor's descendants—likely grandchildren or even later generations—

These heirs bore a share of the Ancestral Emperor’s bloodline. Though their lifespans fell short of his immense longevity, they still enjoyed vast years and formidable strength.

In the midst of their intrigue, the Ancestral Emperor fell prey to betrayal from his own kin, suffering devastating wounds.

Ultimately, the dragon stone fell into the hands of a scrawny, gaunt, and feeble-looking grandson.

"I curse you, to be like the ancestral dragon in this life, with all family dying in decline, ending in solitude and madness, never able to reach the peak in a lifetime!"

As death claimed him, the Ancestral Emperor unleashed a thunderous curse, his voice echoing wildly and rattling the heavens and earth.

From that point onward, the Ancestral Emperor's reign drew to a close. His descendants withered away gradually under the curse's relentless grip. Solely the dragon stone's possessor scraped by with its shielding, powerless to halt the shift into a fresh era.