His excellent gaze fell on the disturbed waters beneath his feet, waiting and expecting some grand revival of the so-called demon prince of hell.
But what the Black Dragon didn't know was this being a trap.
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Beneath the anxious waves and deep in the darkest part of the oldest, existing sea in all of the immortal realm sat an injured immortal crisscrossed on a stone. His hair loose and flowing gently around him as he sat silently in a meditative state, with both his eyes closed and his six senses shut from his environment.
Mo Yuan sat patiently as he fought to get rid of the foreign energy rippling his cultivation system apart.
So that was the great and terrible Immortal Black Dragon of the Immortal Realm?
His lips tipped slightly in amusement as he struggled not to focus too much on the pain but finally taking advantage of this golden opportunity to set the trap they had prepared for him.
