Ancestral Dragon Wall

Shen Luo and the others flew toward the depths of the Dragon Palace. The surrounding buildings gradually became sparse, and after less than half an hour, they stopped beside an enormous undersea mountain.

The mountain was pitch-black from top to bottom, lofty and towering, and appeared to rise above the sea surface. It emanated a sinister aura.

Shen Luo examined the mountain before him, his brow lifting slightly.

The mountain rocks were entirely dark black, giving off a heavy, obscure aura. Even Divine Sense found it extremely difficult to spread through them. With Shen Luo's formidable Divine Sense, he could only probe half a zhang into the mountain. He had no idea what material it was made of.

Several tower-shaped structures stood beneath the giant peak, but they were all ancient and dilapidated, as though no one had tended to them for a very long time.

Ao Zhong led them onward, and they soon arrived before a small gray tower.

"We're here," Ao Zhong said.

This tower was only seven or eight zhang tall. Compared with the other giant towers nearby, which were dozens or even hundreds of zhang high, it was utterly inconspicuous.

Shen Luo raised his brows. It seemed the East Sea Dragonkind guarded Dragon Abyss extremely tightly; even the entrance had been concealed beneath so many layers of cover.

The tower door was tightly shut, with a palm-sized depression at its center.

Ao Zhong raised a hand, sending a golden token shooting out. It embedded itself in the depression on the door, fitting perfectly.

Liquid-like golden light flowed from the token and rapidly spread across the tower door, soon forming the image of a dragon.

With a creak, the tightly shut doors slowly opened.

The group entered. The token inside the stone door automatically flew back into