CIATB Chapter 451 - 307 Hunting the Flood Dragon
Chapter 451 - 307 Hunting the Flood Dragon
Chapter 451: Chapter 307 Hunting the Flood Dragon
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Half a year later, as the twin suns gradually hid behind the Divine Ruins, the Mingye Realm was about to welcome over four months of the Nether Night Season.
That day, the sky was dim with dense clouds covering the sky.
In a luxurious estate of the Fire Saber Tribe, Zhao Sheng was imparting some profound True Method of Immortal Cultivation to Dao Xiaodao.
Suddenly, Zhao Sheng’s expression changed as he saw a crimson Jade Talisman shooting in from outside the cave, landing in his hand.
At the sight of the Jade Talisman, Zhao Sheng showed a touch of joy. After Divine Sense probed into it, he abruptly stood up.
“Master, what makes you so happy?” asked Dao Xiaodao with a perplexed look on her face.
“Earlier, I had tasked a few fellow Daoists with
The sea was calm, without a wave in sight.
Apart from the occasional sea breeze that stirred up a wave or two, there was hardly a ripple in sight. Still, the panorama was infused with a faint Yin energy. Although it didn’t impair visibility, it added a hint of eeriness to the Wuya Sea.
At that moment, a series of Breaking Void sounds approached, and three streaks of golden, red, and green tunneling light sped across the Upper Sky.
Within the lights, three figures, two men and a woman – Zhao Sheng and his party, were making their way tirelessly through the night over thousands of miles.
Despite the continuous flight over the tens of days, such an endeavor posed no problem for the three Golden Core Main Priests like Zhao Sheng.
A moment later, Zhe Yan, flying at the forefront, suddenly slowed his flight. Seeing this, Zhao Sheng also halted.
“Brother Shenglong, if my memory serves me right, the deserted island should be less than a hundred miles ahead,” Zhe Yan glanced around and then affirmed confidently.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng’s eyes narrowed as he peered into the distance.
Looking ahead at the sea surface, through the thick haze, a distinctly denser fog could be seen. Within this heavy mist, lay the hazy outline of a barren island less than a mile in diameter.
A few moments later, as the flying lights pierced through the fog and came to a halt, they found themselves above a barren island devoid of vegetation, with nothing but bare, dark green rocks covering it. The nearby waters were entirely blanketed with dark green seaweed, lifeless and void of spirit.