Bai Ling

"My heavens, there's actually a palace hidden under the sea? This isn't any worse than the Taiqing Sacred Palace in the North Divine Domain, is it? No, wait, this coral even glows on its own. The Taiqing Sacred Palace doesn't have that." Shi Jingtian carried the Mountain Shaker Staff on his shoulder, craning his head up at the Deep Sea Crystal Coral dozens of zhang tall and clicking his tongue in wonder.

"The North Divine Domain doesn't have palm-sized fish darting back and forth on crystal pillars either. Those little Spirit Trout fry even bumped into each other and did a somersault just now. This place has a bit more life to it than those sect halls on land," Lin Qingxuan could not help exclaiming as well.

"The undersea Demon Race is different from the human race. Their ancestors evolved from the sea to begin with. The Spirit Trout Race has multiplied and lived on the seabed for hundreds of thousands of years. The history of this undersea city is likely even older than the Four Great Sacred Sects."

Murong Taxue was wrapped in a plain white cloak, the azure radiance of the coral forest reflected in her ice-blue eyes. Though her voice was still weak, it was much steadier than it had been on the ship.

Lu Changsheng gazed at the Spirit Trout ancestor statues dozens of zhang tall standing on either side of the main gate to the Crystal Palace and nodded slightly. The two statues held tridents in their hands, their fish tails coiled upon undersea jade bases, while the Deep Sea Spirit Flames embedded in their eyes still burned fiercely after tens of thousands of years. To have built this entire undersea world into such a magnificent homeland, the Spirit Trout Race had been able to