Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.
"Dao Lord, the time has come. The Great Crown Prince is waiting in front of the hall," a servant respectfully reported.
Haotian rose and pushed open the door.
In front of the main hall of the Dragon Palace, a young man clad in silver armor, with dragon horns growing from his head, stood waiting.
He had a resolute face and a heroic air about his brows. His cultivation was around the Golden Immortal Mid-stage. He was Ao Jia, eldest son of the East Sea Dragon King.
"Dao Lord Haotian." Ao Jia cupped his hands in greeting, respectful but not deferential. "Father King ordered me to lead a team to wipe out the demonic evils. This journey will be dangerous, so I ask you to guide me."
Haotian returned the greeting. "Great Crown Prince, you're too kind."
"This poor Daoist is only here to investigate. The Great Crown Prince will remain in charge of the actual operation."
Ao Jia nodded. "In that case, please follow me, Dao Lord."
The two led a hundred Dragon Clan elites out through a side gate of the Dragon Palace and slipped into the deep sea.
Ao Jia took out a Water Repelling Pearl. It transformed into a glowing barrier that protected everyone as they plunged rapidly downward.
The deeper they went, the darker it became, and the greater the pressure of the seawater.
An ordinary Heavenly Immortal would likely have had their body crushed by now.
But the Dragon Clan were naturally adept in water. The elites moved with ease, like fish in their element.
Haotian circulated his magical power to protect himself, sensing the unique aura of the deep sea.
Spiritual energy was scarce here, yet a vast and ancient Daoist resonance lingered.
Now and then, enormous