That enormous outline gradually grew clear, taking the shape of a boundlessly vast island.
No!
Rather than an island, it was more accurate to call it an incomparably broad stretch of land, with clear mountains and beautiful waters, flying waterfalls and flowing springs, all rare sights in the mortal world—and demons stood across every mountain and plain.
The fleet of Heavenly Warships pierced through and tore apart the mist, packed densely together, blotting out the sky and sun as they rapidly closed in on Flower Fruit Mountain. The sight was utterly soul-shaking.
"Stop!"
Three hundred li from Flower Fruit Mountain, Lu Chuan raised a hand and called a halt.
Li Jing said, "Emperor, why are we stopping?"
Lu Chuan said, "Has Erlang Shen arrived yet?"
Li Jing looked around on both sides, then shook his head. "True Lord Erlang's troops have not arrived yet, but with so many men on our side..."
Lu Chuan frowned and glanced down at the East Sea below.
Li Jing immediately understood and said, "Emperor, the Dragon Palace wouldn't dare interfere this time, would they?"
Lu Chuan shook his head. "If it were the East Sea of the past, they definitely wouldn't interfere. They would only think one less matter was better than one more. But now, there is nothing they don't dare do..."
When it came to the East Sea, he was rather helpless too. That bastard Ancestral Dragon was simply a madman, completely disregarding the Dragon Clan's life or death, and also a stirring stick in filth who would stick a hand into anything he came across.
He had once declared that the East Sea belonged to the Dragon Clan, and no gods or immortals were permitted to pass through the East Sea.
The Jade Emperor could be considered to have tacitly accepted