Lingluo Sea, the Flood Dragon Demon King (Power outage edition: out looking for electricity)

"Fellow Daoist, wait!"

A voice rang out behind Jiang Sheng. Its owner was still millions of miles away, yet his words pierced the thunderstorms of the chaos and reached Jiang Sheng's ears.

A Daoist Divine Ability: voice transmission across a thousand miles.

It was a method by which accomplished Daoists used magical power and their souls to send messages. They could transmit their voices at will anywhere within the range of their spiritual perception.

Anyone whose spiritual perception could cover millions of miles had to be an immortal of the Upper Three Realms.

Jiang Sheng had intended to enter the Tianyuan World and visit the sanctuaries of the Tianhe Dao Sect and Qinghua Dao Sect. At the sound of that transmission, however, he stopped.

There was no one else around him. The message was meant for him.

Since the stranger had shown no ill intent, Jiang Sheng was willing to exchange a few words.

Soon, an unseen force tore a passage through the surging chaotic storm behind him, and a handsome, dashing young man walked out.

The young man wore a White Jade hairband and a dark brocade robe. He made no attempt to approach Jiang Sheng, stopping at a distance and cupping his hands. "Shaobai of the Zhoushan World greets you, Fellow Daoist."

The Zhoushan World?

Shaobai?

"I am Lingyuan. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Shaobai."

Jiang Sheng returned the salute without changing expression, though he was searching his memory for what he knew of the Zhoushan World.

Before he had become a True Disciple, Jiang Sheng had immersed himself in the classics of the Dao Repository Pavilion. One volume on the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds had mentioned the Zhoushan World. It seemed to be an exceptionally prosperous Medium Thousand World.

It had been even more prosperous than the Linghua