The Heaven Swallowing Dao Fruit began to revolve, and threads of devouring power spread through Lin Bai's meridians, extending out of his body and greedily absorbing the spiritual power surging toward him from all around.
"This isn't right!"
Lin Bai's heart tightened, and his brows furrowed deeply.
If it were only the Divine Spirit Tears, the Heaven Swallowing Dao Fruit absolutely would not have begun revolving on its own.
Now that the Heaven Swallowing Dao Fruit had started turning, it meant that this place held an opportunity and fortune far more precious than the Divine Spirit Tears.
"Could it be that the Flood Dragon Clan made such a huge fuss precisely for this opportunity and fortune?"
Carrying this doubt in their hearts, everyone slowly approached the area outside the Deep Sea Spring.
Standing atop the mountain, Lin Bai saw a vast basin ahead. That blue pillar of light soaring into the heavens had condensed right at the basin's center.
All around the basin were the figures of many members of the Demon Race.
The most eye-catching among them was undoubtedly a dignified, imposing middle-aged man. He wore a black-and-gold dragon-patterned robe, his swordlike brows sweeping into his temples and his furious eyes glaring wide. He possessed an awe-inspiring presence even when he was not angry.
Standing to the middle-aged man's left and right were two young gentlemen. They wore white robes, fine jade hanging from their waists, and had swordlike brows and starry eyes, with handsome and distinguished features.
In this dark seabed, the two young gentlemen shone like stars, becoming existences that drew everyone's attention.
Lin Bai glanced at them once and easily guessed that these three were likely Prince Yan of the Flood Dragon Clan and the two Quasi-Dragon Sons.
Rumble...
The tremors from the Deep Sea Spring