"What... what was that?"
The sea surface was a chaotic blur.
One by one, enormous black shadows rose from the seabed, like vicious flood dragons baring their fangs and claws in the void, radiating an unimaginable, terrifying aura.
The countless flood dragon phantoms converged into nine, each unimaginably huge, stretching several hundred feet long.
They burst from the sea, throwing up waves hundreds of feet high as they rose toward the surface.
Countless sprays of water surged toward the highest reaches of the sky, forming terrifying tornadoes and waterfalls. Their roar was like thunder, an incomparably magnificent sight.
The nine flood dragon phantoms left the sea, their massive bodies resembling thick, black ropes, their other ends connected to an enormous island.
Rumble!
The island broke through the sea.
Innumerable torrents of seawater poured off its surface, forcing out vast amounts of air and bringing shrieking gales with them.
"Could this be the legendary tomb of the Ink-Scaled Dragon Lord?" A cultivator looked towards the nine flood dragon phantoms dragging the enormous island and recalled a certain legend. His pupils abruptly contracted.
"The Ink-Scaled Dragon Lord said to have dominated these waters seven hundred years ago?"
"That's it!"
"It was a great demon. They say it wreaked havoc upon the mortal world back then before a Spirit Severing Stage expert of our Human Race slew it here... Every one or two hundred years, its lair emerges into the world. It is said to contain the Dragon Lord's lifelong treasures, perhaps even its inheritance!"
"The Demon Race's inheritance is of average value to us Human Race cultivators! But this great demon slew countless Human Race experts in life, so it must have amassed many treasures. And the Flood Dragon Clan is as greedy as the pure-blooded Dragon Clan, fond of collecting all