The mouth of the Yangtze River marked the boundary between the Yellow Sea and the Eastern Sea. After reaching the sea, Cheng Xinzhan headed north. The Yellow Sea Dragon Palace lay in the middle of the Yellow Sea, east of the boundary between Jinling and Qilu.
Not long after venturing into the Yellow Sea, Cheng Xinzhan discovered that its central region was shrouded in a torrential downpour. Soybean-sized raindrops hammered the sea, throwing up a hazy spray that shifted in the sea wind. Together with the clamor of rain striking water, it was like ten thousand horses galloping.
Cheng Xinzhan flew into the rain. After a while, he saw the shadow of an enormous mountain floating on the sea ahead.
There wasn't a floating island on the Yellow Sea the last time I came, was there?
Cheng Xinzhan activated his Dharma Eye, casting its light over the scene. He smiled at what he saw. It was the Pearl-Retaining Tower, merely blurred by the heavy rain.
"Over here."
Just then, a streak of sword light flew out of the Pearl-Retaining Tower and landed on Cheng Xinzhan.
The sword light was bright as the moon. It came so suddenly that there was no avoiding it, enveloping Cheng Xinzhan before he could react.
Knowing that Sword Immortal Li was guiding him, Cheng Xinzhan entered the sword light and swiftly flew toward the tower.
He passed straight through a window into a quiet chamber. Only after landing did he discover that it was already packed with people.
Uncle Gu, his junior sister, and the Dragon Consort were embracing and weeping bitterly. The Dragon Lord stood beside them, his eyes slightly moist as well.
Cheng Xinzhan now understood where this downpour, as though the heavens were collapsing, had come from.
His master, Sword Immortal Li,