A Rod, Simply Marvelous

Most eye-catching of all were the nine lifelike Five-Clawed Golden Dragon reliefs coiling around the pillar!

These nine golden dragons were not inanimate carvings. Their bodies rose and fell with the patterns on the pillar, their heads either lifted toward the heavens or gazing down upon the earth. Though their eyes remained shut, they naturally exuded a supreme majesty that commanded all waters and ruled over rise and fall.

The dragon bodies were seamlessly fused with the gilded pillar, as though they had grown together from birth.

It stood silently in the center of the vast hall, yet it seemed to be the absolute core of the entire space—the spine supporting the countless miles of waters in the East Sea!

An invisible, powerful force field spread out from it, making the surrounding seawater unusually viscous, nearly solidified. Ordinary living beings could not even approach it; merely standing at the entrance would make their souls tremble and their Mana stagnate. The Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron!

Simply seeing its form and sensing its might made it clear that this was no ordinary object. It fully deserved the name "Sea-Calming," and it lived up to its illustrious origins as a sacred artifact of King Yu, personally forged by the Dao Venerable.

Sun Wu Kong stood at the entrance, his blazing gaze fixed upon the divine iron.

An indescribable sense of familiarity and closeness welled up within him, as though this divine weapon, silent for countless ages, was sending out a faint resonance that only he could perceive.

Sun Wu Kong stepped forward, ignoring the crushing pressure as he walked straight toward the divine pillar.

An excited smile appeared on his face.

"This is the one."

Seeing Sun Wu Kong walk directly toward the Sea-Calming Divine Needle, the Turtle Prime Minister hurriedly warned him,