Two weeks later.
At the bottom of a certain sea area.
Deep and dark, without a hint of light.
Suddenly, the seawater surged as a figure protected by a membrane appeared.
The figure was dressed in a black robe, and it was none other than Viss Ackman, who had parted ways with the Dawn Sun two weeks ago.
The seabed was parted by an invisible force.
Revealing a patch of dark blue light, yet inside it was chaotic.
"Here it is, the place recorded in ancient books where the Evil God is sealed!
Ayo, the God above all gods, please bless me! Please bless my plan to succeed and protect this beautiful continent from the clutches of that Evil Dragon claw."
Viss Ackman gazed at the light below her, murmuring, and after a moment, a golden glow flashed in her hand, and a golden key as thick as an arm appeared out of thin air.
Viss held the key and slowly inserted it into the dark blue light on the seabed.
The light rippled like waves, constantly spreading, swallowing the key.
