At this moment, Shen Luo was shocked. He saw a huge shadow vaguely appearing behind Ao Hong in the golden light. It looked like a hovering dragon with two huge golden wings behind it. It was exactly the appearance of Yinglong.
The moment this phantom appeared, an extremely powerful aura suddenly emanated from the Shenglong Terrace, and the surrounding East China Sea water people suddenly felt an extremely powerful sense of oppression.
All around the stone platform, people knelt down in unison.
Shen Luo did not kneel down, but nodded slightly and placed one hand across his chest to show respect.
After a long time, all the golden light was absorbed into Ao Hong's body. On the Shenglong Stage, his whole body was bathed in golden light. The aura emanating from his body was completely different from before. The fluctuations of his magic power were so strong that it was close to the peak level of True Immortal.
His body suddenly rose into the air, and with a flash of golden light on his body, he instantly transformed into a golden dragon hundreds of feet long. His body circled upwards, directly ignoring the crystal barrier of the Dragon Palace, passing through it and entering the deep sea.
"Ah..."
Ao Hong roared, and the entire East China Sea shook violently. The sea was turbulent with winds and clouds, and huge waves were rolled up, which could not be calmed for a long time.
In all parts of the deep sea, the aquatic creatures surrounding the Dragon Palace were either swimming happily or making bursts of chirping. At this moment, a new king was born in the entire East China Sea, a king who inherited more of Yinglong's soul than before.
Outside Shenglongtai, Yuan Lu looked up into the sky, his old eyes were a little moist and blurry, but mostly filled with relief.
Qing Chi's eyes were red and he bit his lips hard to prevent himself from sobbing.
Shen Luo patted his shoulder, looked up at the sky, with a smile in his eyes.
…
Two days later, Ao Hong began to gather the various tribes of the East China Sea. The tribes of the East China Sea, which had been scattered, began to gather again under the opportunity of the birth of the new Dragon King, and there was a new atmosphere.
After staying for two days, Shen Luo said goodbye to Ao Hong, left the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, and went to the Kingdom of Aolai.
Time flies and it’s already several months later.
Overseas of Aolai Kingdom, there is a coastline that stretches for hundreds of miles. Due to the erosion of sea water, it has become jagged and covered with reefs.
On the coast, several monsters with dark blue bodies and fangs in their mouths were building a bonfire facing the sea breeze. On top of it was a huge oil pan, with flames leaping underneath and oil and water boiling above.
Next to the oil pan, there was a middle-aged man with dark skin lying there. His clothes were ragged and his calloused hands had many cracks, both new and old. He was obviously a fisherman who used to live by the sea.
His body was tied up with hemp ropes, with blood marks all over it. His body was hunched over, like a shrimp waiting to be fryed in oil.
There were traces of tears in the corners of the man's eyes, and his pupils were trembling violently. It was obvious that he was terrified to the extreme. His body was still struggling and twisting, and his mouth was stuffed with a piece of rag, so he could only make a series of vague "mmm" sounds.
"Stop yelling. If you anger me, I will skin you alive and eat you." A green-skinned monster at the side shouted angrily and kicked the man.
The faces of the people nearby were full of joking. One of them shouted, "Brother, don't scare him. He will soon have shit and piss and fart all over the place, and it will smell terrible."