Divine Island

After the battle with the Yin-Yang Celestial God that day, Holy Island, the core of the Coiling Dragon Sea, had been reduced to dust.

The dragon vein of old had naturally vanished as well.

Gazing at the boundless Coiling Dragon Sea, where not a single island could be seen any longer, Sanbao gave a bitter smile.

With a sweep of his divine sense, Sanbao sensed that Long Yu, the Dragon Clan's old ancestor, was inside a cave abode somewhere beneath the sea.

At a soft summons, Long Yu appeared.

"Sanbao, you're back. That two-headed monster was truly terrifying that day. Its heaven-shattering, earth-destroying power nearly wiped out this old dragon..." Even now, Long Yu still shuddered with lingering fear at the mention of the Yin-Yang Celestial God.

"It's fine. It's all settled. He's already become a homeless dog, a rat scurrying across the street. I came this time to rescue Ancestor Pan Ling. He's been trapped for many years; it's time for him to see the light of day. But before that, I have one more thing to do!"

Sanbao stood suspended in the air over the center of the Coiling Dragon Sea. With a thought, his entire body suddenly expanded—ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters, ten thousand meters.

In the blink of an eye, Sanbao had transformed into a towering giant, his entire body gleaming with countless dark-golden lights.

With a roar from the giant, a stretch of land thousands of kilometers wide was pulled directly from the seabed by Sanbao, then tossed with a splash to another location.

Rise.

Another surge of divine power swept forth, drawing a second massive landmass from the seabed and stacking it directly atop the first.

In less than half an hour, a brand-new island thousands of kilometers in diameter stood