Eastern Sea, the neutral lands.

The Martyr’s Palace leapt out of the void and hovered high in the air.

This time, the Earth Dragon was a bit hesitant to move forward. It seemed a bit apprehensive.

Qianye didn’t force the palace forward. Instead, he flew down to the waters himself and stood gazing at the vast sea.

Moments later, a tremendous shadow appeared from under the sea. It stopped moving once it was close to the surface, and its voice echoed in Qianye’s consciousness. “You’re back.”

“I owe you a favor, so I came back to see you.”

The mysterious consciousness let out a deep chuckle. “I just said it randomly back then, who would’ve thought you’d still remember? You’re also the first in several hundred years to dare stand above my head.”

Qianye laughed. “That’s not being rude. I can’t go...