At this moment!
The spatial passageway was stabilizing its connection, midway through the teleportation.
Throughout this process, the Teleportation Array platform had to remain absolutely stable.
The moment it was attacked or damaged by an external force...
The chances of survival for those on the platform would become exceedingly slim.
Unless they possessed heaven-defying luck.
An instant later!
In the gloomy undersea world, the light was dim and the currents sluggish.
A sprawling, seemingly endless cluster of rugged palaces built against the seabed mountain range lay crouched in the darkness like a slumbering primordial beast.
Just outside this complex, which symbolized the Mystic Turtle Clan's final glory and foundation...
A steady figure abruptly appeared, demonic power blending with the seawater around him. It was Half-Venerable Wuyang.
He stood silently in the icy seawater, as steady as a mountain. Only his blade-sharp eyes remained fixed upon the endless darkness ahead.
As though he meant to see straight through that stretch of void.
The surrounding seawater had turned viscous and heavy beneath his aura, condensed to the utmost extreme.
Just then—
Without warning, the seawater a hundred meters ahead seemed gently parted by an invisible hand, and a figure clad in plain, deep black robes appeared out of thin air.
The newcomer was not particularly tall, yet an exceedingly obscure fluctuation naturally spread from around him, warping the light.
It was as if the space he occupied had been cut off from the surrounding sea, making it impossible to discern his true appearance or substance.
All one could feel was a profundity as deep as an abyss, as oppressive as a prison.
Yet Wuyang, whose cultivation had already reached the Half-Venerable Realm, possessed extraordinarily keen spiritual senses.
The instant the other party appeared, he detected within those seemingly placid, obscure fluctuations an