In the eyes of Ya You, the North Sea Dragon Lord, everything that had just happened at Dragon Painting Temple amounted to no more than an amusing farce.
But at this moment, the nature of that farce seemed to have changed.
In a single instant, the black-robed Ya You appeared at the temple gates. The Capital City's Day Patrol God and Netherworld Officials, who had only just departed with the ghosts, all turned to look at him.
The leading Day Patrol God's face filled with horror. An immense mass of water spiritual energy was gathering, accompanied by an unfathomable surge of dragon qi.
Dragonkind!
Ya You merely glanced toward the gods and ghosts, looking at the three ghosts wrapped in Soul-Binding Locks. Aside from Zhang Shi, who remained lucid, the other two appeared dull and muddled.
But these ghosts no longer mattered to the present situation.
After that single glance, Ya You entered Dragon Painting Temple, his expression grave as he looked toward the emperor-or rather, toward the wooden box.
The already gloomy sky swiftly darkened. The black clouds seemed to become an enormous sheet of lead, pressing down with a terrifying might.
Rumble-! Rumble-!
Lightning churned within the clouds. Winter thunder bared its fangs and claws, illuminating Dragon Painting Temple and Dragon-Transforming Mountain.
Whoooo... whoooo...
The wind seemed to intensify in an instant. Sand flew and stones rolled amid its howling, forcing some people to narrow their eyes, while many others could not even keep their footing.
Ya You looked up at the sky. He knew this was not merely his own doing. The resentment in the vast North Sea, which had only grown stronger rather than fading over hundreds of years, was returning, bringing boundless water energy with it.
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