Time quickly passed, it has already been three days.
In the hinterland of the East Sea Dragon Palace, close to the Dragon Abyss, there is a towering stone platform, standing several feet above the ground and spanning over a hundred feet. Eighty-one Rising Dragon Pillars surround it, each engraved with a lifelike green coiled dragon, each clutching a treasure pearl, all proudly facing the center of the stone platform.
At this moment, the surroundings of the stone platform have already been filled with water descendants of the Dragon Palace, each solemnly waiting for that glorious and sacred moment.
Shen Luo stood shoulder to shoulder with Qing Chi at the forefront of the crowd. scanning the surroundings with his eyes, he noticed many formidable aquatic clan monks he hadn't seen before, including the green-skinned shark people he had met before and the deep-sea giants covered in scale armor that he hadn't, he asked Qing Chi curiously.