Tap tap tap tap tap!
Raindrops hammered the sea, striking out a fierce clamor.
Yet unlike the rain that had carried the meaning of destruction when the Cang Sea had declined before, nor was it the thunderous cascade born from clashing spells.
These raindrops were crystalline and pure beyond measure.
They were a sudden change, a rare emotion, like teardrops from the Celestial Vault.
They had traveled from heaven to sea over the course of their lives. Every raindrop contained abundant primordial energy. Every drop that fell created new life for this ocean. With only some long-matured measures added to stabilize the feedback from the collapse of the absolute peak, this place would become a new peaceful sea region, offering the Sea Race a place to dwell.
The death of a True Lord greatly benefited heaven.
Yu Que had died here; let it count as the Human Race's recompense to the Sea Race.
But it was still far from enough!
The Cang Sea had nearly died. The Sea Race had almost abandoned their homes and fled as an entire race. How many habitats had this battle destroyed? How much painstaking work had it buried? How could the Human Race make up for it with the price of only one True Lord?
Ao Shuyi was dead.
Ao Shuyi, whom the Sea Race had cursed for hundreds of thousands of years... had departed in such a resolute manner. He had been suppressed to death alive! The fate of the Sea Race had actually been saved by a "river dog"!
The East Sea Dragon King abruptly raised his head, sorrow in his voice.
He had shrunk many times over, yet his dragon body still stretched thousands of zhang as he flew through this rain. He let the rain batter his mirror-like scales and