September, the autumn air crisp and clear.
Under the bright sunshine, the sea stretched out a vast expanse of azure, blending seamlessly with the sky.
The Azure Dragon Flying Ship, sleek like a black dragon slicing through wisps of circulating clouds, circled a desolate little island several times before thundering down to land.
At the center of the island, the Azure Dragon Flying Ship coiled like a giant dragon, its immense hull taking up nearly half the island’s territory.
On the open sky platform at the ship’s dragon head stood the Flood Dragon King, his entire body covered in black scales, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.
Beside him was the Formation Grandmaster Gui Wanshu.
Gui Wanshu was bald, with no hair or even eyebrows; his skin had a ghastly green color, his eyes small like mung beans, neck long but stature short, wearing a dark green robe imbued with formation symbols.
Gui Wanshu’s appearance was somewhat ugly—almost ridiculous—but with the purple radiance of the Ziwei Wanxiang Ruler in his hand, focused on calculations, he radiated the aura of a grandmaster.
At this moment, he was measuring the fluctuations in the surrounding spiritual energy, seeking the precise location of the Divine Clouds Sword Palace.