The two figures vanished from the sea's surface.
The seawater gradually flowed back together, returning to its former windless, wave-free state.
Only scattered glimmers remained, like starlight shining within the sea, occasionally startling the marine creatures swimming below.
When their feet touched solid ground,
a pair of white-robed maidservants happened to emerge and quietly led the two of them toward Kunpeng Palace.
Kunpeng Palace beneath the sea was a place comparable to the ancient true dragons' cultivation grounds.
Yet few cultivators in the world knew of this power.
They only knew that the Kunpeng lineage had dwelled in Kunpeng Sea for generations and traveled to the North Sea when the Winter Nether cycle turned.
Most other accounts were vague, or else exaggerated into strange and fanciful tales. To the two of them, who had come here twice, such records were no more than idle chatter after tea.
They could be used for reference, but not fully trusted.
After all, unlike the cultivators who had left behind those records, they had truly come into contact with Kunpeng Palace beneath these waters.
Though even this contact had come because the forces behind them had driven them here for certain purposes.
Kunpeng Palace stood here, and the place they entered was a reception hall.
It resembled a Dragon Palace, yet lacked the Dragon Palace's splendor. Instead, it carried an additional chill and seclusion of the deep sea.
"Please wait a moment, honored guests."
Another white-robed maidservant spoke with a beaming smile, carrying a jade tray holding several spirit fruits.
The senior and junior brothers did not come from particularly good backgrounds, but for the cultivation power behind them, heroes were not judged by their origins.
As long as one had the ability to join, one became one of them.
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