In the Sea Soul King's Hall stood a figure whose entire body was silver-gray, a dragon-patterned silver crown binding his hair. His face looked puppet-like, yet it bore the expressions of an ordinary person.
At first glance, it was impossible to tell whether he was a puppet or a real man. A gray cloak drifted gently in the depths of the sea.
Beside him stood a tall, slender man with a cold expression. His eyes were unlike those of an ordinary person, seeming to have been formed from the convergence of endless thunderous power.
The tall, slender man wore splendid black robes, a jade belt hanging from his waist, and cast occasional glances around the area. His first impression was one of dilapidation and decay, but overall, the palace remained relatively intact. From the grand buildings still standing within the royal hall, one could glimpse the whole from a single tube and roughly imagine how glorious the Sea Soul Palace had been at its peak.
"The Sea Soul Palace of old was a force that stood beyond the Celestial Court. It was said that the first Palace Master possessed cultivation capable of seizing the fortune of Heaven and Earth, and was even powerful enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Celestial Emperor. His subordinates were brimming with talent, and experts stood as thick as a forest. For a time, they held off the encirclement of the immortal armies from the four Celestial Courts. Yet even such a heroic ruler eventually passed away. The years roll on, and how many illustrious figures have been swept away by wind and rain." The tall, slender man sighed softly, a look of remembrance appearing on his face.
"Existence itself has its reason. Since the Sea Soul Palace has withered, there must be a