In the depths of the East Sea, where Sky Jiaolong Sea and Chen Whale Sea met, stood a colossal island.
Waves surged around the island. At times, Jiaolong burst from the sea; at others, enormous Chen Whales leaped into the air, sending vast sprays of water flying.
Several incomparably massive Golden Rocs also swept across the sky from time to time, leaving trails of golden rainbow light in their wake.
Yet strangely, the three terrifying kinds of Monster Beasts merely faced one another and growled, without breaking into battle.
Ancient trees towered over the island, their branches lush and dense, presenting an equally extraordinary sight. The largest spirit tree was three or four zhang thick, and even ordinary cultivators could not see the branches at its very crown.
Beneath that spirit tree stood a simple table.
Four cultivator figures dressed in different-colored garments sat around it.
Yet each of them retained traces of Spirit Beasts in their features, revealing their true identities.
"Penglai has already been destroyed. Tian De and Nine Infants are both dead. Do you all really think nothing will happen to you?" The speaker wore white robes and had a pair of horns on his head. He was the Frost Flood Dragon Demon Saint of Sky Jiaolong Sea.
Compared to before, however, his condition was truly far from good.
Nor was he as composed as before. A faint vicious gleam shone in his eyes.
"You should know that we have not even pursued the matter of you coming to slaughter our clansmen, nor have we demanded compensation for the Sixth Order Treasure Medicine and Lan Li's life."
As he said this, his tone grew even colder, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop considerably.
This time, when he went to Mount Taihang Mountain Range, not only had