"Witch God Sect?"
At the border, several cultivators who had been sent to investigate the situation stared at the three ancient characters carved on the stone stele. Their expressions darkened, but they didn't rush in to attack.
They gazed intently at the endless clusters of palaces within the territory. Then, with a slight sway, they turned and went back to report.
Every patch of land had its owner. Though the Eternal World was vast beyond measure, the living beings who inhabited it were countless as well. Except for those perilous, mysterious forbidden zones, almost every region was under the sway of some faction.
By founding a sect here, Li Yi had naturally infringed upon the interests of many nearby factions.
Besides, no one would tolerate another person snoring beside their bed. No faction wanted to see a new power gradually grow stronger right on its doorstep. Thus, from the moment the Witch God Sect was established, it had become a thorn in the side of many factions.
Of course, Li Yi had considered all this long ago. It was unavoidable.
Central Continent, the heart of the entire Eternal World.
Central Continent was an incomparably mysterious landmass, so vast that it was as large as several of the other continents combined. Yet the whole of Central Continent was home to just one race—a tremendously powerful one: the Holy Clan.
The Holy Clan was exceedingly peculiar. Though incomparably powerful, its members rarely left Central Continent. They had been that way for hundreds of millions of years.
At the very heart of Central Continent stood an immensely tall divine tower. It pierced the clouds and reached tens of millions of zhang into the unknown.
Rings of light blazed from the tower at every moment. A terrifying pressure spread out from within it,