What Scripture Shall One Seek from Whom?

Qiu Yan's glance revealed a faint clue.

"That vaguely visible shadow of a coiling dragon is very likely the Dragon Palace, perhaps even the true form of the Dragon King's Divine Body. It directly melds with the surrounding ripples, linking Divine Body and Fortune together. It cannot be moved lightly, and its divine powers are probably confined to the vicinity of the Dragon Palace..."

As he pondered this, the scene around him suddenly changed, once again becoming a kaleidoscope of light and shadow. He had stepped onto the Yin-Yang Road again, but this time, Qiu Yan investigated it with far greater care.

"If the Dragon Palace truly does not lie in an ordinary Netherworld, then this Yin-Yang Road may hold some clue. It would be worth examining closely..."

That was what he thought, but putting it into practice was not so smooth. In the end, the body he had turned into in this dream was only a thread of consciousness, lacking the abilities of his true body.

Thus, even after leaving that passage, Qiu Yan had failed to uncover any clue within it.

And having left, he naturally could not ask to travel through it again.

Still, Qiu Yan felt no regret. After bidding farewell to the dragon prince and shrimp soldiers, he departed without looking back, leaving the dragon prince Ao Wai, who had come to see him off, sighing with emotion.

"In the end, I failed to seize this opportunity. Still, I have at least left some impression in this Academician's heart. Perhaps there will be another chance."

With that thought, Ao Wai turned around, transformed into a streak of light, and plunged straight into the well.

After traveling through winding passages, the dragon prince returned to the Dragon Palace. He went to the main hall and handed