"Could it be that these mortals were the later Sea Race?" Lin Xuan said thoughtfully.
"Senior truly is clever—one hint and you understand. That's right. At first, they merely settled those mortals there and let them survive in the immortal cities beneath the sea. But as time passed, over millions of years, those mortals slowly evolved. The mortals of our land would drown at the bottom of the sea, but they were different. They gradually adapted to the environment of the ocean, able to swim freely through the sea and breathe like fish and shrimp. No one knows when it began, but they no longer acknowledged themselves as humans, and instead called themselves the Sea Race."
"Oh? And you immortal cultivators did nothing?" Lin Xuan said slowly. In truth, he had already guessed the answer in his heart.
"Do something? Of course we wanted to." A bitter smile appeared on the old man's face. "But by then, the Sea Race's wings had already grown full, and they had broken free of our control. Because after millions of years, many cultivators like us had also been born among the Sea Race—the Sea Race's own cultivators. And their high-ranking existences were not inferior to us Human Race who lived on land. It was said that back then, a great war even broke out between the two sides. Millions upon millions of mortal warriors slaughtered one another on the surface of the sea, while the cultivators of both sides fought with spells in the sky. Blood flowed in rivers, and many sea regions were even dyed red. The war lasted over a hundred years from beginning to end. Though we held a slight upper hand, the Sea Race's wings had indeed grown full. If we had kept fighting like that, both sides would