Yi Yun sat cross-legged inside the pavilion, quietly watching the distant sky. His eyes shifted slightly, as if he were pondering something.
The aura around him was extremely somber, as though it might erupt at any moment.
The attendants nearby did not dare make a sound, afraid they might disturb this unpredictable lord.
Even the few usually boisterous sea beasts dared not make the slightest noise now, fearing they would immediately invite disaster upon themselves.
This battle against the Devil Race had not only let Yi Yun know that Bai Tong had broken through to the Supreme God Realm.
It had also let him know that Bai Tong's strength, despite having only just broken through to the Supreme God Realm, was already enough to fight Tian Lan without falling behind.
To Yi Yun, this was something he had dreamed of.
Yet now, Bai Tong—whom he had always looked down on—had actually accomplished it.
How could that not leave him feeling a wave of dejection inside?
When he thought about how long he had been trapped on this small island, he realized that his strength had not advanced in the slightest.
Not only that, he even had the feeling that if he did not diligently cultivate,
his strength would probably regress. That was what truly frightened him.
Yi Yun knew very well that Tian Lan was behind all of this.
However, even knowing the truth, he could do nothing about it.
After all, who could blame him when his strength had been completely crushed by the other party?
After thinking it over, a look of determination appeared in Yi Yun's eyes. His figure moved, and he plunged directly into the water beneath the pavilion.
When the sea beasts in the water saw Yi Yun enter, they immediately began rolling about, creating