What greeted them was an extraordinary tree that towered into the heavens. Beneath it stood an enormous treehouse that actually depended entirely on the tree for its existence.
A plaque hung above the treehouse, bearing three large characters.
Sea God Pavilion!
"Di Tian, do you still remember this old man?"
As the voice fell, the pinpricks of light on the leaves surged, swirling freely through the air. In an instant, they became an ocean of light, dazzling and bright, bathing everyone in warmth.
Everyone looked up. Where the light gathered, the figure of a white-haired elder slowly appeared. He wore a pale golden robe and had a kindly face, his eyes seemingly able to see through all the vicissitudes of life. He had quite the bearing of an immortal sage.
The closer they came, the more clearly they felt the gulf between them. Even Xiong Jun reined himself in somewhat. The memory of being beaten was still in his mind. Besides forging, this was the only other thing he had learned: to maintain a reverence for the strong.
"Of course I remember. When I led the Soul Beast army against Shrek ten thousand years ago, you weren't this powerful yet, and the Soul Beasts hadn't fallen on such hard times."
Di Tian sighed.
Human growth was simply unreasonable, not just in strength, but even more so in wisdom.
He was not the strongest living being on the Douluo Continent now, but his experience was far ahead of the rest. He had served as captain of the Dragon God's guards and been the Beast God, though none of that was worth a damn.
Once, people had relied on Soul Tools to rival Limit Douluos. Now, four-word Battle Armor was even more ridiculously overpowered, and there were divine-grade Mechas and a whole