The moment Jiang Lin stepped into the South Sea, he saw countless deep-sea monsters patrolling in orderly formations. Their realms were at least the Dragon Gate Realm.
Tens of thousands of colorful fish formed long, winding dragons. They seemed to be swimming freely, but in truth, those schools of colorful fish were watching his every move.
When Mo Ye entered the sea, all the monster beasts and schools of fish avoided their master. Instinctive awe kept them from disturbing her in the slightest.
And this was only the shallow sea.
The farther they went, the more of the monsters responsible for patrolling and watching for disturbances had already reached the Nascent Soul Realm.
Seriously, this was Jiang Lin's first time feeling so many Nascent Soul cultivators guarding a thousand-mile stretch of sea so tightly!
If the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom and the other three seas' myriad races counted as a sect, then this sect would be the greatest sect in the two worlds—without a doubt!
When they reached even greater depths, Jiang Lin could even sense seven or eight Divine Senses covering the sea region, all belonging to cultivators of the Upper Five Realms.
In the next moment, those seven or eight Upper Five Realm Divine Senses rapidly drew near. In the blink of an eye, they were kneeling on one knee before Mo Ye.
"Master!"
Before Mo Ye, seven or eight Upper Five Realm cultivators knelt on one knee.
Jiang Lin knew them. They were Dragon Cliff's former Great Generals.
Back then, Dragon Cliff had lost his mind, single-mindedly intent on attacking the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom. In truth, he had wanted to absorb their Demon Cores to replenish his injuries.
That sort of leeching naturally met with fierce resistance from the Dragon Palace. His Great Generals had even