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    The turbulent sea whipped up massive waves, crashing against the colossal rocks on the ind


    with a thunderous roar that seemed to shake the heavens and earth.


    This was an isted, unnamed sea on Earth, a ce cut off from the rest of the world.


    The reason it was isted and nameless was that the sea, spanning more than a thousand miles,


    along with dozens of inds, was totally sealed off by an enchantment.


    It was extremely difficult for outsiders to enter.


    Only those from within the unnamed sea, using spiritual weapons to traverse the enchantment,


    coulde and go as they pleased.


    On thergest of these inds, a hundred miles in circumference, thendscape was breathtaking.


    Majestic mountains, evergreen trees, and blooming flowers adored the ind, making it a perpetual


    spring paradise, a scene straight out of a painting.


    Not only was the ind picturesque, but it also harbored various exotic beasts and birds.


    There were tigers with wings on their backs, horses that could sprout wings and fly, and even giant


    golden eagles with wings so wide they seemed to cover the sky, spanning a staggering 30 feet.


    And there were the ancient goris, standing dozens of feet tall, like small mountains themselves.


    Amid thisnd of diverse and fantastical fauna was a city.


    This city was situated in the middle of the ind, on a t expanse ofnd.


    It was a rectangr city, three miles long and one mile wide.


    The walls of the city stood tall and imposing. Upon these walls, one could see hundreds of


    martialists in ck, wielding swords and sabers.


    Above the city gate, arge rectangr que bore two striking red words: “Eulogian City“.


    Indeed, this city was the headquarters of the Eulogian Club and was their main stronghold.


    Within Eulogian City, there were hundreds of magnificent pces and buildings, each exuding an


    air of grandeur and power.


    In the sprawling pce of the Eulogian Club, d in dark attire, apprentices patrolled and guarded


    every corner.


    The security in Eulogian City was exceptionally tight and formidable.


    At that moment, in a spacious hall, sat dozens of elders in silver robes.


    They exuded an air of dignity and sternness, their presence filling the grand hall with a cold,


    powerful aura.


    The most formidable among them was the mysterious figure in a golden robe, seated on a grand


    chair at the head of the grand hall. His face was partially concealed by a mask, half ck and half


    white.


    “Presbyters, I have just received news that our hundred Martial Gods sent to capture Gilmore’s


    family have all been defeated and captured by the Fensville Dragon Sect,” announced the


    mysterious figure in the golden robe, his face obscured by a ck and white mask. His piercing


    gaze swept over the silver–robed elders seated throughout the grand hall.


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    Indeed, this enigmatic person in the golden robe was the sect leader of the Eulogian Club, as well


    as the ruler of Eulogian City


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    A look of surprise shed across the faces of the gathered elder


    At this, a silver–haired elder on the left of the grand hall addressed the sect leader of the Eulogian


    Club, “Cult Master, we sent Martial Gods toplete this task.


    “However, even a hundred Martial Gods couldn’t take him down. Could it be that Gilmore himself is


    a cultivator?


    “Are cultivators now appearing in the secr world?”


    The other silver–robed elders began murmuring among themselves. “Could it be true? Is the entire


    Cultivation Realming back to life?”


    “How else would cultivators start appearing in the secr world?”


    “Could it be that the Righteous World cultivation martialists have all returned?”


    Obviously, they all felt that it was very likely to be true.


    Although none of the cultivators in the grand hall were from the secr world, they had extended


    their influence into powerful families and factions.


    Considering how many cultivators had mysteriously vanished 10 millennia ago, it was possible that


    these missing figures had now resurfaced in the secr world.


    After all, that was exactly what they had done.


    “Indeed, Presbyter Philip is correct. We, the demon cultivators of the Devil’s World, have managed


    to break free from our secluded, sealed world and emerge in the secr world.


    “It goes without saying that the cultivation martialists of the righteous sects could do the same.”


    The cult master wearing the golden robe and mask nodded at the grand elder.