Dark currents devour the heavens and plot for imperial blood; the Divine Palace falls silent to forge a True Dragon!

In a hidden place known as the Soulbreak Trench.

Sunlight never reached this place, and the pitch-black seawater was as thick as ink.

The immense water pressure could instantly crush the flesh of an ordinary true god.

Deep within the trench, inside a temporary cave abode built from the enormous skeleton of a Deep-Sea Demon Whale.

An aura of venomous resentment was gathering, enough to make the heart tremble.

There were only growls suppressed to the breaking point and the sharp sounds of shattering cups.

Dozens of figures sat cross-legged here, all young elites from the great royal clans, imperial houses, and even imperial clans of the Myriad Heavens North Sea.

When they ventured out in the past, which of them had not stood head and shoulders above the rest, worshipped by all living beings?

Yet now, they were like wounded beasts.

They hid in this dark corner, licking their wounds, the ghostly flames of vengeance burning in their eyes.

"I refuse to accept this! I won't accept it!"

A roar shook even the restrictions within the cave abode.

The speaker was a burly young man covered in dark-purple scales.

His name was Lei Zhan, the young master of the Violet Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan.

Once, he had been a renowned warrior among the Northern Sea's younger generation, with a formidable body and heaven-reaching thunder arts.

But in their previous clash, he had failed to withstand even one move from Ye Tian and had been slapped three thousand miles away.

Half his body had been smashed to pulp, and his lineage had expended countless divine medicines just to barely save him.

Although Lei Zhan's wounds had now healed, a hideous scar stretching from forehead to chin marred his already ferocious face.

It had been left by Ye Tian's chaos aura