"Junior Brother, are you coming with us next? At least we can look out for each other," Master Cangli asked.
Wang Yi declined tactfully. "No, Senior Brother. I should focus on refining this Demon God next, so I probably won't have time to travel with you."
Seeing Wang Yi refuse, Master Cangli did not press him. "Alright then. Be careful. Tell me if you run into any trouble."
"Many thanks, senior brother." Wang Yi was filled with gratitude. Master Cangli had taken great care of him from the very beginning. Among their fellow disciples, Master Cangli also got along best with the others.
Even within Wujian Tower, or across the Origin Continent, Master Cangli was widely liked.
Watching his senior brothers leave, Wang Yi thought, I hope Senior Brother will one day get what he wishes for and become a God King.
In the boundless ocean of this world, at its far western edge, lay a dangerous place called the Storm Sea. Unlike ordinary seas, fierce storms raged there year-round. Upon reaching the edge of the Storm Sea, one would find towering waves and extraordinarily violent heaven and earth energy. The area was immensely vast and terrifyingly dangerous; even Saint Spirit-level experts did not dare traverse it carelessly.
Ordinary tsunamis and hurricanes posed little threat to powerful beings like Saint Spirits.
But the dangers of the Storm Sea were far more than those of an ordinary sea.
Only those standing at the very pinnacle of this world knew that this place was called the Wind Sea Demon Prison, a gathering ground for Demon Gods.
At the center of the Storm Sea, vast shadows of black land stretched endlessly, with magnificent palaces faintly visible throughout.
Countless demons lived here.
At the foot of the eastern side of the continent's tallest