Southern Continent, along the shores of Yuanting Island, where the sea and sky meet.
Under the curtain of night, a red shadow flitted across, and blood-red thunder rolled at the skytop. But then, a figure cloaked in azure blue holy light stood on the waves, slowly halting.
"Red Dragon, this sea area has been locked down by the [Tide]. Give up escaping. Don't make futile struggles anymore."
The waves rose and fell, continually surging higher and finally converging into a small mountain.
The Spring Plow Saint held aloft the Tide Authority Seashell, his robes fluttering, standing isolated atop the mountain of seawater.
His expression was cold, gazing at the figure hidden within the thunder between heaven and earth.
Rumble!
In an instant, several bolts of lightning descended from the skytop!
