Purple energy rose up from the top of the East Wave, and after three breaths of standing on the top of the hanging peak of Fangzhu Island, he found out who he was—Dong Wanggong, the leader of the male immortals personally named by Hongjun, and the boss of Zifuzhou. In a few days, he would be split in half by Taiyi. I rubbed my fingers and glanced into the blue sea puddle, where the chaotic energy was wrapping around my ankles. There was a bulge on the sea surface in the distance, like something rising from the bottom of the water.
