Beside Peng Island.
The Daoist stood with hands clasped behind his back, quietly gazing at the water surface where dark currents surged.
Suddenly.
Crash!
The lake water split apart as if pushed by hands, and a giant unicorn dragon head slowly rose from the depths. Once fully revealed, its flood dragon and python-like head towered significantly higher than the white-robed Daoist.
Though its posture was imposing, the dragon's eyes were filled with reverence.
"Master, the Black King has returned."
Luo Chen gazed at him calmly, his Divine Consciousness radiating naturally, sweeping over the Black King's entire body.
The aura appeared somewhat languid, but there were no visible injuries—just the weariness from extended travel.
If there were no wounds, then why had he been delayed for so long?
Suddenly.
Luo Chen's aggressive Divine Consciousness landed on the dragon's python-like head.
"Your Divine Soul has been injured?"
