At the very moment an anomaly appeared in the invisible passage beneath the cushion...
True Dragon Sea.
Deep within an underwater palace.
The being seated high upon the throne—
"Sha Minghong." The lazy amusement that had drifted through those inhuman, demonic eyes, gleaming with the cold luster of scales, vanished completely, replaced by...
A trace of genuine, instinctive astonishment!
"What an extraordinary method!" His thoughts scraped like grinding glaciers.
"To uncover the hidden move so painstakingly laid by that brat Island-Moving in such a short time...
Could the creatures of this realm truly possess such terrifying attainments in formations?!"
The instant this thought surfaced, he rejected it the next moment.
"No!"
Sha Minghong unconsciously rubbed against the throne's armrest, which was as hard as divine iron, producing a shrill, hair-raising screech.
"This Great Array originated from the Spirit Realm!
It is, without question, a seventh-tier formation!
Even with my own attainments in formations, it would be difficult to find the hidden move left behind by that brat Island-Moving in so short a time!
Much less the formation inheritance of this realm, which possesses at most fifth-tier formations.
They probably only half understand what Dao Wen even is, and have no inheritance whatsoever of many core Spirit Restrictions!"
"That little brat of the Nightmare Clan..."
His gaze turned toward the dark mirror suspended before the throne, which reflected the scene of the Forbidden Sea. He stared fixedly at the tiny figure within the Light Cocoon.
"...How exactly did he accomplish it?!"
Island-Moving Venerable and that rebellious slave had colluded for at least a thousand years. How could the hidden gate they had laid down with every ounce of effort possibly be child's play?
Its exquisite complexity must have been buried deep within the core folds of the intricate formation. An ordinary