The Kun Whale hovered in place, controlling the ripples within a radius of ten li.
Li Mo tried to pinpoint the source of the anomaly, but his efforts yielded nothing; the sudden knocking sound seemed to originate right beside his ears.
"Truly peculiar—this Dragon Palace feels like an out-of-control Sword Tomb, brimming with all kinds of taboos."
Li Mo suspected that had Kong Dongzi not been fishing in the Southern Sea, indirectly impacting the Dragon Palace, the bizarre incidents might have been even more frequent.
The Dragon King's consort selection and Ye Gong's obsession with dragons were merely the tip of the iceberg in the Southern Sea.
The joy of Li Mo's promotion to the Existential Realm had vanished completely—even as someone at the Void Refining stage, he felt utterly clueless in the face of the lingering reverberations of the Earth's upheaval which had occurred eight thousand years ago.
