The morning glow was brilliant and sprinkled on the surface of the sea. It was like a large expanse of gilded gold. It spread along with the rise and fall of the sea. The golden glow was everywhere and there was a rich wave of vitality.
This was an inland sea. Chu Feng was making preparations to go to the Zhou clan.
Zhou Xi’s clan was known as the sixth race in the Yang realm. They were second only to the Heng clan and the Buddhist clan. The dao race had several of the most ancient orthodoxies and their strength was truly terrifying.
The Daoist Hall they opened was located in the depths of this inland sea. Immortal Mountains Rose and fell, and the island hung in the air, bathing in the immortal rain that had been flowing since prehistoric times.
“Just wait in the outer sea. Otherwise, we’ll go together. Those who don’t know will think we’re going to attack the Zhou family,”Chu Feng said.
