Send me... a great fortune?!
Crash!
Outside the rail, waves continually struck the hull, ringing out in sharp bursts.
Everything remained the same, without the slightest anomaly.
Yet on the deck, whether the Thousand Sun Sect cultivators or the passengers they had dragged from the cabins, none of them could move at this moment.
Their consciousnesses were clearly fully awake, yet they could not sense their bodies in the slightest.
The bizarre situation filled everyone with terror.
Zheng Yang, the Thousand Sun Sect's true disciple, felt his heart sink even deeper.
How could he possibly believe that this man truly intended to grant him a great fortune?
Yet he could not even offer an explanation. The instant Confusion's voice entered his ears, his senses uncontrollably shifted toward the jar in his hand.
Boom!
It was as though his head exploded at that instant. A terrifying creature—powerful, barbaric, ancient, and steeped in an overwhelming Divine Path aura—seemed to have abruptly barged into his soul.
Its agile, elongated body coiled through the air, its black scales gleaming with a faint, secluded light.
Two savage claws grew from its forebody. A jet-black horn stood upon its brow, entwined with fine threads of gold.
Within its enormous blood-red vertical pupils, golden Divine Path talismanic scripts flowed without end.
Faintly, one could even glimpse the countless waterways within Thousand Sun Prefecture, and commoners prostrating themselves before altars to pray for rain.
Ancient and savage, yet sacred.
It possessed both the wild beastliness innate to an evil flood dragon and the sacred majesty of a Divine Path deity holding dominion over a region.
The water god of Thousand Sun Prefecture—the Hidden Dragon Lord!
Zheng Yang suddenly came to his senses, only then discovering that his consciousness had somehow been trapped within a boundless pale-blue space.
Before