In the vast, boundless azure sea, countless Demonic Beasts roamed.
Massive Demonic Beasts with astonishing Spirit Energy fluctuations could be seen everywhere. This was humanity's forbidden ground—the True Dragon Sea.
At this moment.
Within the Golden Flood Dragon Clan's territory, amid numerous luxurious palaces, inside one Crystal Palace.
Ao Yuan, who had safely returned to the True Dragon Sea, was seated upon the throne above.
"Have our clansmen been properly buried?"
Jiao Xuanyi, the Golden Flood Dragon Spirit Guard captain clad in golden armor, immediately replied:
"Reporting to Your Highness, they have all been buried in the Dragon Abyss."
At those words.
Ao Yuan nodded. Then, a glint of cold light flashed through his long, narrow dragon eyes as he looked toward another old man carrying a turtle shell on his back and asked:
"Turtle Elder, which force do those human cultivators belong to?"
As he spoke, he could not help recalling how he had been ambushed by a human cultivator whose cultivation was inferior to his own. He was grateful that the other party had spared him once, yet he also felt deeply humiliated, leaving his heart in turmoil.
He swiftly added another question.
"And who was that burly man who rescued someone?"
"Your Highness," Turtle Elder said, his expression somewhat hesitant, "we have already interrogated their origins. Those cultivators came from a cultivation family under the rule of the Sea Suppressing Alliance. The highest cultivation within their clan belongs to their Ancestor, a great cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage!"
"However, to this old servant's knowledge, there is a Spirit Transformation Venerable standing behind this Immortal Clan!"
Clearly, the old turtle was also extremely wary of a Spirit Transformation Venerable and seemed unwilling for his young master to clash with the Huangfu Immortal Clan.
Although the Golden