Southern Diaspora, heading south.
In the depths of a certain sea area, waves dozens of meters high suddenly surged, layer upon layer, before a golden Divine Brilliance erupted like the rising sun. In an instant, it illuminated heaven and earth. A powerful aura pulsed from within, its oppressive might sweeping over everything. The scene was terrifying.
On the shoreline stood a young figure, Emperor Tian. He stared intently into the depths, his expression somewhat grave, though it occasionally relaxed, inadvertently revealing an underlying anxiety, as if he were waiting for something.
After a long while...
The Divine Brilliance scattered, and the waves subsided. The Emperor Son of the Purple Gold Divine Clan emerged. His stature had grown even more imposing, and his golden pupils were more captivating than before. As he walked on the surface of the sea, Dao patterns rippled beneath his feet, and the waves undulated. It was astonishing.
"Did it work?" asked Emperor Tian.
