Deep within the Endless Sea lay a sea region shrouded in thick fog that never dispersed year-round. Within a radius of ten thousand miles, bleached bones rose and sank everywhere, while the seawater was black as ink and the stench of blood and rot soared into the sky.
This was the lair of the Fallen Immortal Alliance—the Fallen Sea Region.
Within the dense fog, more than a dozen watchtowers built from gigantic beast bones and jet-black rocks pierced the sea's surface.
The towers were crimson, draped with dried heads and iron-blooded battle banners.
Atop one of the taller watchtowers, several Fallen Cultivators clad in standard blood-red robes and exuding chilly auras had gathered together.
The tokens hanging from their waists showed that they were all elites of the Immortal Alliance.
Leaning against the railings, they chatted idly, their voices full of brutality and arrogance.
"That little world we conquered a while back—we drained its origin dry. The way those natives wailed for their fathers and mothers was damn satisfying."
"I heard Blood Tiger War Lord earned the greatest merit. The alliance directly bestowed upon him a Fallen God Bone, and his cultivation shot up by a huge margin."
"What's that? The aristocratic clan we were ordered to exterminate last time—we left not a man, woman, elder, or child alive, emptied out all their treasures, and swallowed the world origin whole. Now that was satisfying."
A gaunt man with triangular eyes beside them had greed flash through his gaze. "Damn it, what luck. Last time, when we followed them to harvest that Winged Human Race's little world, we fought tooth and nail just to get a few Soul Pearls. If I'd known world origin was worth that much, I should've refined a few more earth veins back then."
"What's the rush?"