In the waters five hundred li from Damol Mountain.
Chen Lin and his two companions landed on the shore, all three in a wretched state, wounded from head to toe.
"The entrance is on the seabed."
Long Xingzhou's form flickered, transforming into his true silver dragon body.
He urged Chen Lin and Hu Sanniang, "Get on my back. That entrance is well hidden and requires our Silver Dragon Tribe's bloodline to open. I'll take you inside."
Chen Lin did not hesitate and flew onto the dragon's back first.
Hu Sanniang followed.
Silver light rose from Long Xingzhou, enveloping the two of them, and he plunged headfirst into the sea.
Before the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed.
Several figures shot over, all dressed in white robes with red patterns.
"They went into the sea. After them!"
The man leading them sensed the surroundings briefly, then flew straight into the spot where Long Xingzhou had dived. The others followed.
Yet a little less than an hour later.
All these Red-Patterned Celestial Gods flew back out of the water and landed on the shore with grim expressions.
Inside a dim passage.
Three figures advanced slowly, stopping to inspect their surroundings every so often, extremely cautious.
They were Chen Lin and his companions.
Long Xingzhou had returned to human form and led the way.
"What's that?"
Hu Sanniang, who had been looking all around, pointed ahead.
Chen Lin looked over as well.
A figure in a black cloak stood there, a head taller than an ordinary person, yet he could sense no trace of life.
"That's an Ancient Wizard."
Long Xingzhou kept walking, his tone calm, seemingly very familiar with this place.
He approached the cloaked figure, stood on tiptoe, and gently flicked back its hood, revealing a