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Inside the loft of the Guixu Divine Cult, the grim-faced Sea Master sat listening to the report from the sea demon before him.

After the shrimp soldiers and crab generals had all been killed in their own homes, the defenses around the Sea Master's loft had visibly strengthened, with sea demon warriors in bright armor standing everywhere. Of course, as long as he himself had not left, they were nothing more than decoration.

Standing before him was a hunched old sea demon with a heavy, spiked turtle shell flowing with dim light on his back. He was clearly an aged softshell turtle demon.

"The last battle at sea instead brought the various sea clans into closer contact with human cultivators..." The old turtle spoke slowly. "Now the sea demon clans led by the merfolk have exchanges with the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. Just yesterday, they received a large batch of human texts. It seems they intend to open up our sea territory."

"The Merfolk Queen..." The Sea Master's gaze flickered inscrutably. "Relying on Wuchao's backing, she has opposed me time and again. If reviving Her Holiness the Divine Mother did not require them as vessels, I would have slaughtered her entire clan long ago."

"Now that the Azure Wave Chalice has been lost, reviving Her Holiness the Divine Mother is already..." The old turtle hesitated before choosing his words. "As difficult as ascending to the heavens."

"Reviving a divine being was never an easy matter, but Her Holiness the Divine Mother is not our only choice." The Sea Master said sinisterly, "Did we not seek to revive Her Holiness so that she could lead us in conquering this world? If another divine being of the Demon Race can accomplish it, that would not be unacceptable..."

"Sea Master, you mean