Compared to the ethereal Water Mansion, the inheritance of a Great Power is a tangible opportunity, one that every Grandmaster hopes for.
The Alcohol King could hardly wait to explore as well; as a peak Heavenly King, he was but one step away from the Absolute Peak.
In a corner, the Heart's Mediator, a quasi-Emperor of Po Suo, arched his eyes with a pleasant mood. "To think, it's only been a few years, and already a Great Grandmaster. Looks like I don't need to wait too much longer."
The news that a forty-two-year-old Great Grandmaster had emerged quickly spread amongst the Heavenly Kings of the Wanbang Council, leaving listeners in shock, exclaiming, The Dragon King returns!
...
Moon Cold Realm.
The blood moon in the sky split open, a blood-red pupil swirling, as countless tentacles emerged, coalescing into a fierce blood shadow—neither human nor ghost.
"Die!"
A shrill howl pierced the night.
"You think you're worthy?"
