High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

The dark golden light in Kunpeng's eyes slowly shone.

Just as Shen Chang'an was about to continue speaking, he suddenly sensed an extremely ancient fluctuation of divine soul coming from ahead.

The force was very peaceful, hovering in front of him as if waiting for a response.

Shen Chang'an hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Du Yue and Cang Gu.

"It wants to communicate with me..."

Cang Gu frowned, stared at the enormous eye for a while, and then whispered a warning: "Be careful."

Shen Chang'an nodded, guarding his own sea of ​​consciousness, and only separated a wisp of divine thought to touch that fluctuation.

The sea rippled slightly, and the scene instantly began to change.

As the sound of the wind gradually faded, the warships, the city, and the floating wreckage also disappeared from view with the swaying.

Once the surrounding scenery became clear again, I found myself standing on a patch of light blue seawater.

He paused slightly, looking up at the sky. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting soft patches of light on the clear water. A thin mist clung to the sea, merging with the white clouds on the horizon, blurring the boundary between sea and sky for a moment.

Several verdant islands floated in the mist.

The island is covered with ancient trees, their branches drooping towards the shore and swaying gently in the wind. In the shallows, the water flows around the white rocks, making a clear, murmuring sound.

Shen Chang'an looked down and then gazed at the outline of the distant mountain peaks, gradually feeling a sense of familiarity.

That coastline was very similar to the terrain outside Zhenhai City. However, the mountains in front of them were covered with lush vegetation, and there were no cities or formations on the sea. Bright sunlight shone down, which was completely different from Beiming, which was shrouded in dark clouds all year round.

A long, drawn-out cry came from afar.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw several enormous figures rising from the water at the horizon. Their giant fins slowly unfurled, and the water they created scattered into countless points of light in the sunlight.

A slightly smaller Kunpeng followed behind, vigorously swinging its tail. Just as it leaped out of the water, it plunged back in.

The others then circled around and swam slowly among the churning waves.

He was somewhat lost in thought as he looked at it.

But when he tried to make a closer look, the figure in the distance faded away into the clouds.

He then realized that these images were merely memories remaining in his consciousness.

The seawater gently parted in front of me.

A Kunpeng slowly rose to the surface, its body much smaller than its external counterpart, its head only slightly taller than Shen Chang'an. Its body was intact, its dark golden eyes clear and calm, as if the crisscrossing wounds and erosion lines had never appeared on it.

"No one has come here for a long time."

The deep, slow voice resonated directly in Shen Chang'an's consciousness.

He looked at the other person: "Is this your consciousness?"

Kunpeng nodded slightly and glanced at the figure gradually disappearing into the clouds in the distance.

"I don't remember much anymore. All that's left here are some old scenes."

It looked away.

"My name is... Wuya."

He cupped his hands and said, "This junior is Shen Chang'an."

Wuya gazed at him quietly for a moment, his eyes seemingly piercing through the outline formed by divine thoughts, falling into a deeper depth.

"You possess the aura of a celestial being."

Shen Chang'an was taken aback.

"Immortal Venerable?"

This was the first time he had ever heard this title.

Wuya slowly said, "Immortal Venerable Ji."

His eyes suddenly flickered.

"Are you talking about Senior Ji Siye?"

The dark gold in Wuya's eyes gleamed slightly.

"It was him."

Shen Chang'an was silent for a moment, then said softly, "So you call him the Immortal Venerable."

"In this world... only he can be called the Immortal Venerable."

He had witnessed Ji Siyue's power firsthand in Shanghai, but he still couldn't determine the extent of the old man's power.

Hearing this name now only amplifies the grandeur of the figure in my memory.

Wuya lowered his head slightly.

"It seems you have indeed seen him."

Shen Chang'an nodded slowly.

"He helped me and saved many people, but... he's gone."

The light blue seawater rippled gently beneath my feet, and the distant calls gradually faded away.

After a long silence, Wuya finally spoke again: "I know."

The questions that had been building up in Shen Chang'an's mind surged up.

"Senior, what exactly happened back then? Why did the dragon and phoenix clans of the demon realm suddenly disappear? And how did the Abyss Gate beneath the Northern Sea come about?"

Wuya turned his head and looked at the sea that merged with the clouds and mist, and said, "I don't know all the answers to these questions, but before the dragon and phoenix disappeared, the Immortal Venerable came here."

As it opened its mouth, the distant clouds dispersed, revealing a vast, empty coastline. A person appeared to be standing on the shore, but their figure was too blurry to discern their features.

"He said that there would be a great upheaval in the abyss, which would create an exit connecting to the mortal world. That upheaval would be extremely dangerous, and the mortal world would be unable to stop the surging demons. Once the exit opens in the mortal world, the beings there will suffer."

Shen Chang'an's brows gradually furrowed.

Wuya continued, "Therefore, he decided to lead the exit to the Northern Sea."

"The waters of the Northern Sea can suppress those things. The outlet is located on the seabed, where the water pressure can block the demons and buy time for the creatures above. For this reason, the Immortal Venerable also brought in the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan to guard this place together."

Shen Chang'an asked, "Did he say anything else?"

Wuya pondered for a moment.

"The Immortal Venerable said that after the turmoil in the abyss, demons would emerge from the Northern Sea, and someone would need to hold them off here. As for whether he gave any other instructions, I don't know."

The blurry figures on the shore gradually disappeared.

Firelight rose in the sky, and a colossal dragon emerged from the clouds. The image was intermittent, sometimes only blurry colors remained, and sometimes it suddenly became clear, showing a very brief scene.

Many figures stood on the shore.

Some were covered in scales, some spread their wings, and many more groups gathered at the rear. Ancient battle banners fluttered in the wind, and giant ships of a different design from those of today sailed into the deep sea.

"Then, the door opened."

Wuya's voice lowered, and the light blue seawater suddenly darkened.

Shen Chang'an saw darkness surge from the seabed, with stone slabs of varying sizes emerging from the demonic tide. Golden dragon shadows plunged into the water, dragging the enormous demonic creatures that had just surfaced back down.

Flames fell one after another from the sky.

Some sank into the sea and never came to a sound again, while others lit up briefly in the darkness before going out completely.

"The dragons went to sea, while the phoenixes guarded the skies. Other races deployed along the coast; as one group retreated, another took its place."

That battle lasted a long time.