This was given to him by a little fish-person in Yunhai City back then. Lu Yu searched his memory, recalling matters related to Hai Wei, and also remembered the little tail and legends of the demon tribe.
What does it mean for the scales to glow? Lu Yu felt puzzled.
Could it be that Hai Wei is in some kind of danger?
After pondering for a long time, Lu Yu decided to take a look. He had promised Hai Wei before that he would visit her in the deep sea if there's a chance.
However, he had always been too busy and lacked the strength.
The deep sea is the territory of the Sea Tribe, filled with various ocean beasts and deep-sea demons. Without the pinnacle strength of a Martial Cultivator, one could hardly take a step.
Currently, he faces no danger going to the deep sea, given his status as the Saint Heir of the Divine Weapon Pavilion and his pinnacle strength, the Sea Tribe wouldn't rashly attack him.
Lu Yu transformed into a streak of light, traversing the void, heading towards the deep sea following the power emitted by the scale.
Hai Wei once told him that as long as he held onto this scale, he could find her.
Even with his pinnacle strength cultivation, Lu Yu couldn't decipher its principles, always feeling the scale held unknown power, yet unable to sense any fluctuation.
However, holding the scale gave him a vague, guiding sense within his mind.
It was a feeling, an inexplicable feeling acting upon him in a way Lu Yu couldn't comprehend.
Across the vast sea surface, Lu Yu moved like a wafting breeze, not alarming the fish clusters below.
With his current prowess, so long as Lu Yu wishes, those below Martial Cultivator realm couldn't spot his presence.
To lower-realm beings, Lu Yu undoubtedly exists akin to a deity.
"Is this the place?" Lu Yu hovered in the air, gazing down at the sea surface.
Suddenly, he noticed a large shadow in the sea beneath him.
His mind stirred, the surface stirred, and the underwater shadow was brought up by the rolling sea. Seeing those things, Lu Yu's pupils slightly trembled.
Emerging with the surging seawater were countless dry corpses - fish, sea tribe, sea demons, sea beasts... even birds and beasts, every being transformed into skeletal remains.
No wonder Lu Yu sensed something amiss in the nearby atmosphere; it lacked the vitality. Having lingered in the battle space for too long, the lingering slaughter aura numbed his senses, leading him to overlook these deathly influences.
Sensing carefully for a moment, Lu Yu discovered every dry corpse bore faint death energy.
Lu Yu found this energy somewhat familiar, having seen it somewhere before.
Releasing his senses, he delved deep into the sea, discovering the corpses formed a thick layer, over ten meters deep.
The corpses blocked sunlight, turning the seafloor into a realm of darkness, emanating a chilling aura filled with death and eerie silence.
Staying here felt akin to descending into the abyssal depths of hell.
Lu Yu's perception extended continually, swiftly spanning ten thousand meters, gradually detecting a hint of light amidst the boundless darkness.
Extending towards the light source, he soon discovered it stemmed from underwater fluorescent plants.
Only a small patch still emitted faint glows; most of the sea plants had already perished.
Halting his perception briefly on the sea plants, Lu Yu felt a thick deathly power reminding him of the Netherworld.
High above, Lu Yu's mind stirred, disappearing from his spot, reappearing thousands of meters deep below the sea.
Like flowing water, his perception spread quickly across the seabed where the roots lay, gradually forming the seascape within his mind.
Soon, he "saw" still-living creatures, simultaneously sensing an exceptionally familiar aura.
Lu Yu directed his gaze toward the aura, as though piercing endless dark seas to glimpse the distant figure.
In the instant he saw that figure, he felt himself being watched too.
Shifting his gaze slightly, Lu Yu saw a pair of abyss-like eyes, seeming to engulf his very soul.
His mind jolted; Lu Yu snapped back, feeling a chill run down his spine.
He already knew what caused such large-scale death in the ocean.
The Immortal Demon Lord!
The Divine Weapon Pavilion's assessment of the Immortal Demon Lord states he's a powerful Martial Cultivator controlling the Life and Death Law, relying on divine beast bones, possessing strength rivaling the pinnacle realm.
Yet now, the shock brought by the Immortal Demon Lord far exceeded any awe previous two Wanxiang realms had given him.
The monstrous of Wanxiang realm slain by the White Robed Sword God, or the Martial Cultivator from Zhou Wangfu, neither gave him such unfathomable feeling.
Confronted by them, Lu Yu only felt immense power.
But facing the Immortal Demon Lord, Lu Yu felt utterly uncertain, the glance felt urging him to leave immediately.
Despite feeling terrified, mystical, yet no dangerous vibe seemed given.
Almost like the opponent bore no grudge, or the gap between them too vast, he couldn't perceive any dangerous aura emitted by the Immortal Demon Lord.
Fact is, the Immortal Demon Lord didn't pay much attention to Lu Yu.
Upon noticing Lu Yu, he merely glanced, refraining from further notice.
Last time, Lu Yu was able to leave because the Immortal Demon Lord intentionally held back, letting him depart.
Lu Yu himself remained unaware of this.
Hesitating briefly, Lu Yu glanced at the glowing colorful scale in his palm, flying towards the direction away from the Immortal Demon Lord.
Something on that side stalled the Immortal Demon Lord's path, and the feeling the colorful scales gave pointed exactly there.
Lu Yu guessed it might be the deep-sea territory of the Sea Tribe, where Hai Wei was taken.
Lu Yu concealed his presence in the water currents, approaching the Sea Tribe's battlefield with the Immortal Demon Lord, resembling a mere stream as nearby fish sensed no anomaly.
Approaching, Lu Yu detected Wanxiang realm power.
With greater caution, Lu Yu melded his aura within the realm, even for Wanxiang realm, unnoticed if not thorough investigation.
Illuminated by vast glowing underwater forests on the seabed, the forest's edge teemed with battling Sea Tribe soldiers and resurrected undead.
Every felled Sea Tribe soldier's energy gets devoured by the Immortal Demon Lord and rises to assault their former comrades.
The battle line steadily pushed forward; the Immortal Demon Lord's undead army held absolute advantage, their numbers ever-growing.
Contrarily, Sea Tribe faced heavy casualties while guarding against potential backstabs from revived allies, felt dire and morale plummeted.
Without intermittent aid from overhead Wanxiang realm Sea Tribe strongholds, the line would have crumbled long ago.
The Sea Tribe elites aimed to destroy the Immortal Demon Lord's main body directly, but their eerie strength thwarted every attempt, only delaying.
At present, a matter more crucial than confronting the Immortal Demon Lord unfolds within the Sea Tribe palace.
If succeeded, the Immortal Demon Lord would pose no threat.
All Sea Tribe elites believed this.
Lu Yu glanced around, morphing into a Sea Tribe soldier, mingling with the crowd, heading towards the palace.
"Hey, you! Where are you going? Hurry to the front lineβ¦" A Sea Tribe overseer noticed a soldier going the opposite way and shouted for him to head to the frontline.
But, upon watching observed that the figure disappeared, the overseer blinked, suspecting an optical illusion.
Lu Yu's appearance constantly shifted, at times like a frail daggerfish soldier, at times transforming into a hefty shark leader, alternating between soldier and Sea Tribe officerβ¦
Treading deeper within the Sea Tribe's interior, encountered no resistance.
In truth, if not for the array covering the underwater city's airspace, he wouldn't need to slip in this way.
Passing the crystal coral gateway forming the underwater city entrance, Lu Yu casually ditched a token borrowed from a Sea Tribe officer.
Entering the underwater city, Lu Yu found even the atmosphere slightly amiss.
Reasonably, amid such intense battle outside, underwater city residents should feel tense and disturbed.
Yet none did; instead, vibrant anticipation and joy permeated the air, devoid of despair.
