"Master, are there really flood dragons in the North Sea?"
Above the North Sea, a young man asked the master beside him.
The man's master was a white-haired old man who looked like a sage beyond the mortal world—the very image of the worldly experts people spoke of.
The old man was named Li Fengshan. He was the ancestor of the Myriad Phenomena Sect and a cultivator at the peak of the Immortal Realm.
In the old man's hand was a jade formation plate.
The needle on the plate spun continuously, as if trying to locate something.
"There are. How could there not be? The North Sea has a Dragon Lord—a flood dragon in the early stage of the Immortal Realm."
The Myriad Phenomena Sect's leader stroked his beard and smiled.
"Under her command are eight Dragon Kings. One green flood dragon is her younger sister and manages the affairs of the North Sea for her. The other seven Dragon Kings are stationed in the seven directions of the North Sea, guarding the Dragon Palace.
The North Sea lies at the border between the Yao Race World and Myriad Laws Under Heaven.
Besides, the North Sea Dragon Palace usually keeps to itself and causes no trouble, so most of humanity turns a blind eye to it."
Hearing his master's words, the young man named Su Ren showed a trace of worry in his eyes.
"Master, the North Sea is so powerful. Maybe we should just forget it? I can cultivate properly on my own. If we really hurt the North Sea Dragon Lord, the entire North Sea might turn against us and join the Yao Race World. That would be bad for humanity's front lines."
"Silly child."
Li Fengshan smiled, his old face covered in wrinkles.
He reached out and