"Lord Feng Chen..."
With a complex gaze, Lei Long thought of that day when the stars descended from the sky, igniting the sun.
They all received a message from Chen Feng, and now it was clearer than ever what entering the Divine Country signified.
On one side, Della and many Fishman Elders wore similar complex expressions, all glancing back at the ocean behind them.
Octopuses, giant sharks, ocean demons...
Tens of millions of marine creatures were migrating, causing the sea surface to tremble as if a thousand sails were passing.
And beyond that, even in the light-illuminated reefs, the red corals of Fishman Bay and the magnificent palaces were visible.
As well as the ancestral land of the Fishman Tribe in the Rift Valley Strait....
Memories of the past surfaced, and many merfolk shed tears of sorrow.
Disaster was imminent, the Dead World was about to be destroyed, even the True God could not stop it, only the choice to migrate worlds remained.
