Mist Sea Uprising

His spiritual sense began to spread, straining to perceive every unusual movement around him.

In Hell, even a High God's spiritual sense only spanned a thousand meters.

But in the Purple Crystal Mountain Range, Bamer's spiritual sense had already shrunk from a thousand meters to several hundred, then to several dozen.

Now it was only ten meters.

"Let's move closer," Bamer transmitted. "My spiritual sense can only cover a few meters now."

He knew why the Purple Crystal Mountain Range was called the Mist Sea.

It wasn't just because of the thick fog, but because unknown dangers lurked within those mists.

They obscured spiritual sense, and from time to time, purple crystals would fly through the air.

At that speed and force, even a High God would be in danger.

Bamer was already a Six-star Demon in strength, so he wouldn't be injured by high-speed purple crystals.

But he still had to be on guard.

Just then, a low rumbling came from not far away, and the ground began to tremble slightly.

"The Mist Sea is in turmoil!"

Bamer and Hermes exchanged a glance. He too knew this might be a natural phenomenon unique to the Purple Crystal Mountain Range.

"It seems our journey won't be too dull," Hermes said calmly.

He hadn't expected that, wanting only to acclimate at the edge of the Mist Sea first, the Mist Sea wouldn't give them the chance.

The moment Hermes and the others stepped slightly into the Mist Sea's edge.

The Mist Sea erupted directly.

"Milord~!"

A crimson chain flew from Bamer's hand, directly latching onto an ornament on Hermes' armor.

"This way we won't be separated."

Perhaps because of the Golden Space, Hermes' spiritual sense was completely unaffected.

It remained at a hundred meters.

He was a Middle God, and even though he was about to fuse three profound mysteries and reach the strength of a Seven-star Demon, Hermes' spiritual sense coverage hadn't changed.

Perhaps this was also part of the laws of this world's heaven and earth.

"Should we go deeper?"

Bamer gripped the long blade in his hand tightly, ready to respond to any potential threat at a moment's notice.

Although he had read about the Purple Crystal Mountain Range in books, that information was from who knows how many tens of thousands of years ago.

Who knew if it was accurate?

They continued forward, passing through layers of mist, advancing deeper into the Purple Crystal Mountain Range.

Meanwhile, the conversation between Vinson and Anse hadn't ended with Hermes and Bamer's departure.

"Hahaha, what a pair of utter fools!"

Anse mocked directly. "They actually stepped straight into the mist's range, and they're High God demons? They must think they can't die fast enough."

Compared to Anse's ridicule, Vinson wasn't so flippant.

Could someone who passed such a brutal Demon Assessment truly be a fool?

"Wooo~!"

The patrol of the Eighteen Families suddenly blew the Divine Power Horn.

"What's going on?"

Anse's expression suddenly changed.

He had just been sent to this monitoring post by the Lucio Family and had never encountered a Mist Sea turmoil before.

"Hurry, notify all patrols to retreat five hundred li."

Ignoring Anse, Vinson ran straight out of the castle.

Actually, there was no need for Vinson to notify!

The moment they heard the horn, the patrols belonging to the Eighteen Families all retreated toward the castle.

Those far from the castle directly retreated at least five hundred li away from the Mist Sea.

"Activate the Magic Array~!"

Seeing that the sky around them was empty, a middle-aged High God in black standard armor spoke.

"Activate the Magic Array~!"

"Activate the Magic Array~!"

The eight magic arrays positioned in eight directions around the three castles lit up simultaneously.

Pale purple light screens converged from all sides, and in the blink of an eye, they enveloped the castles built in the mountain hollow.

"It's going to be boring from here on out."

An old man standing behind the black-armored High God said.

"Doesn't this happen every so often? Haven't you gotten used to it yet?"

The black-armored High God replied.

"A pity, though. At least tens of thousands of divine experts who came to mine Purple Crystal are now trapped in the Mist Sea."

"What does it matter? It's not like any of our Eighteen Families Alliance people are among the trapped."

Alfose's words were cruel, but they were also the truth.

The Eighteen Families had sealed off and controlled the Purple Crystal Mountain Range. By collecting Ink Stones or offsetting entry fees with Purple Crystal, they raked in endless Purple Crystal without even mining a single piece themselves.

They had exploitation down to a science.

"The value of Purple Crystal far exceeds our imagination. The Baldivi Family is still too conservative!"

Alfose said.

Hearing this, the old man standing behind him fell silent.

This was not something he could chime in on.

When it came to the internal power struggles of the Eighteen Families, where did a mere ordinary High God have the right to speak?

"Elder Alfose, I heard from Anse that two experts wearing Demon Medals went deep into the Mist Sea, and one of them was a High God."

Unable to respond, the old man could only forcibly change the subject.

Fortunately, Alfose and he were both members of the Lucio Family, so nothing would come of it.

"Hahaha, just a single High God Demon. Even if a Seven-star Demon came to the Purple Crystal Mountain Range, he'd still have to obediently follow our rules!"

Alfose Lucio said.

Though the Eighteen Families had internal power struggles, when it came to control over the Purple Crystal Mountain Range—

No need to say more!

Their stance was perfectly unified.

Whoever dared to challenge the Eighteen Families' control, regardless of whether they were a one-star or seven-star Demon, would be killed.

"I mean, could that High God Demon mine too much Purple Crystal and cause us losses?"

Knowing Alfose had misunderstood him, the old man added.

"Your worry is completely unnecessary!"

"Since I became a god, I've never seen anyone escape from the Mist Sea!"

"Then I'm relieved."

Thinking that this elder of the family had been a god for eons, the old man felt a wave of reassurance.

That was just how people were.

It didn't matter that Purple Crystal was buried deep in the Purple Crystal Mountain Range. The Eighteen Families even allowed Lower Gods and Middle Gods to toil away mining Purple Crystal to earn a little money.

But they were never allowed to get rich.

They said that if you handed over three Purple Crystals, you could leave safely?

What a dream!

Perhaps at other ordinary times, a poor wretch without a token could leave by handing over three Ink Stones.

That was fine.

But absolutely not now!

With the Mist Sea in turmoil and the great Purple Crystal eruption that happened only once in countless ages, anyone who came out would inevitably be carrying a massive amount of Purple Crystal.

One Purple Crystal was worth tens of thousands, or seven to eight thousand if sold in bulk. Letting those people take it away easily?

How could that be allowed!

"Hmph~!"

Speaking of this, Alfose couldn't help but say indignantly:

"If it were up to me, we'd just capture a batch of divine beings and throw them to the edge of the Mist Sea to mine Purple Crystal.

"Or have the Seven-star Demon from our family who specializes in the Death Law soul-control a large number of Lower Gods to do the mining. Why rely on others?"

Within the Eighteen Families, Alfose and his Lucio Family were both hardliners.

But the patriarch of the Lucio Family, who was also its strongest member, was merely a Seven-star Demon.

His strength and status were far inferior to Baldivi of the Baldivi Family.

At the Family Alliance meetings, the Lucio Family's proposals never received much attention.