The instant Ye Zhen was swept by the undercurrent into the Vortex Light Gate on the seabed, a gigantic silver flood dragon in the void one or two million li away suddenly halted, twin streams of white vapor blasting from its nostrils and scattering the clouds.
Xie Tianhe, the Dragon Alliance Leader seated atop the silver flood dragon's back, closed his eyes. The moment an incomparably vast surge of Soul Power rose, a phantom Black Dragon abruptly emerged behind him.
The instant the Black Dragon phantom appeared, its terrifying aura rendered everything within dozens of li deathly still. Even the roaring sea beasts on the seabed fell silent in that instant, not daring to move an inch.
After the Black Dragon phantom flickered several times, Xie Tianhe abruptly opened his eyes, which were filled with astonishment!
"Gone!"
"That brat's aura has actually vanished completely? I can't even find its vague direction anymore!"
"How could this be?"
Filled with doubt, Xie Tianhe closed his eyes once more. As the Black Dragon phantom flickered, he carefully sensed for that other aura bearing the Black Dragon Legacy.
After a long while, Xie Tianhe opened his eyes again, disappointment written all over them.
He still could not sense it.
"How could it have disappeared?"
Xie Tianhe stared blankly into the void.
He had waited far too long for this opportunity!
By now, it had been just over three hundred years.
Ever since he had sensed that trace of Black Dragon Martial Vein aura five years ago, fleeting as an epiphyllum blooming for a single night, Xie Tianhe had been waiting. Waiting without end.
He had not entered seclusion, nor had he rested. Even during banquets, he divided off a thread of divine sense to keep sensing, afraid he might miss it. He had also