At the bottom of the Evil Dragon River, chaos reigned.
Ancient Dragon Palace relics flickered with tiny spots of phosphorescence, providing faint glimmers of light.
The huge dome revealed the grandeur of its past master. The mottled walls bore terrifying claw marks left behind by some gigantic creature. Even on the highest parts, traces of the creature's movements and friction could be seen.
This Dragon Palace of the Evil Dragon River had encountered several tribulations before.
The previous Dragon King had perished because of Zhou Dao's father.
"Sticky, sticky..."
At this moment, a babyish voice echoed throughout the vast Dragon Palace.
The plump white carp hovered in the air, its eyes shining brightly, and the golden scale at the center of its forehead was particularly eye-catching.
It followed Zhou Dao like a shadow, never straying too far away.