Deep within the Dragon Palace Abyss, pitch-black stone columns reached the dome, where dragon shapes appeared amid the dense fog.
White fatty Dragon Carps swam around Zhou Dao, their eyes bright and filled with happiness.
On the ancient engravings surrounding the altar, the origin of the dragon veins was recorded.
Connected to the Primordial King!?
Zhou Dao watched the mysterious paintings like a spectator.
Millennia ago, a group of enigmatic Taoists embarked on their respective missions, traveling the world and searching for dragon veins over one hundred years. They used their ultimate divine powers to sever the connection between the dragon veins and heaven and earth, claiming them for themselves.
"How… How could this be done?"
Zhou Dao was astonished at what he found in the ancient paintings.
In one painting, when a Taoist entered the depths of a mountain, the sky became cloudy and a storm was brewing.