About half a day passed after Qi Yun's departure.
The peace of the sea region where Huangli Island was located, a peace once veiled by natural sea mist and chaotic currents, was brutally torn asunder by a tyrannical will descending from above.
"RRRIP—"
The Celestial Vault was ripped open as if it were a bolt of silk, revealing a gash thousands of feet long.
The true form of the Crown Prince of Nanyin, dressed in bright yellow casual robes and wearing a jade crown, descended with a thunderous presence.
His pale gold Emperor Dragon Qi was no longer restrained. It flowed like a misty haze, weaving behind him the faint phantom of a kingdom. Within it, towering palaces stood and great rivers flowed, and the faint sounds of civilized rites and music could be heard.
His deep eyes, now as cold as eternal Profound Ice, swept over the lone island below, which was shrouded in a faint blue halo.
