Boom!
At this moment, the fog covering the Bitter Sea dispersed, and one after another, peaks appeared, glowing brightly enveloped in mist, mysterious beyond measure, resembling Divine Peaks.
There were seven Divine Peaks in total, each taller than the last, shrouded in the deepest depths of the Bitter Sea, rising to the skies, with the Great Sun embedded in the void hanging halfway up its mountainside.
And it was on this seventh Divine Peak that the Divine Palace was situated.
At this point, everyone went insane, rushing forward, wishing to traverse the Bitter Sea, ascend the Divine Peak, and reach the palace that symbolized the true inheritance.
An Daochen had no time to worry about the fleeing Golden Lion, casually stowing away the severed lion head he had cut off, and surged forward on a tattered old piece of cloth.