Shen Luo was deeply shaken. Within the golden light, he vaguely saw a colossal shadow emerge behind Ao Hong. It resembled a divine dragon coiled in the air, yet a pair of enormous golden feathered wings grew from its back. It was unmistakably the form of Yinglong.
The instant the phantom appeared, an incomparably powerful aura spread from the Ascending Dragon Platform. The aquatic denizens of the East Sea nearby immediately felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on them.
All around the stone platform, figures fell to their knees in unison.
Shen Luo did not kneel, but he lowered his head slightly and placed one hand across his chest in respect.
After a long while, all the golden light flowed into Ao Hong's body. Bathed in golden radiance atop the Ascending Dragon Platform, he now emitted an aura utterly different from before. The fluctuations of his Magic Power were so powerful that they nearly reached the peak of the True Immortal realm.
His body suddenly soared into the air. Golden light flashed around him, and he transformed into a golden divine dragon several hundred zhang long. Coiling upward, he passed straight through the Dragon Palace's crystal barrier without obstruction and entered the deep sea.
"Ao..."
Ao Hong let out a roar, and the entire East Sea shook violently. Winds and clouds churned across the sea's surface, raising towering waves that took a long time to subside.
Throughout the deep sea, the aquatic clans surrounding the Dragon Palace either swam joyfully or cried out in succession. At this moment, the East Sea had given birth to a new king, one who had inherited more of the Yinglong Soul than any king before him.
Outside the Ascending Dragon Platform, Yuan Tuo looked up into the sky. His aged eyes were slightly wet