He had first used his master's prestige to gather believers from across the continent. That was understandable enough; countless continental races, out of respect for his master and for all his master had done for the continent, turned a blind eye.
Such concessions gradually fed the old abbot's ambition. He began reaching into the continent, endlessly expanding Still Sea Temple's territory.
He even wiped out quite a few races because of it.
In the end, his lawlessness enraged the experts of countless continental races. Several Golden Immortal eighth-layer powerhouses descended upon Still Sea Temple, and after some friendly exchanges, Still Sea Temple finally reined itself in somewhat.
Yet through that incident, Still Sea Temple also gathered considerable resources and seized the chance to grow stronger.
After a string of outrageous maneuvers that followed, the old abbot gradually ruined Still Sea Temple's reputation, squandering away the prestige and merit his master had left behind.
He even publicly declared that countless continental races had believers of Still Sea Temple among them.
Naturally, those words displeased countless continental races, but no one dared punish him.
After all, the old abbot was that man's disciple. That man's merit was boundless, so they forcibly swallowed their anger.
Later, because he had been hot-blooded in his youth and had always lived beneath his master's protective wings, he became incomparably arrogant and went alone to challenge the entire sea region.
In the end, he was nearly beaten to death by Sea Race experts and fled back to the continent in disgrace.
From then on, hidden injuries remained within his body. Even Golden Immortal eighth-layer grand cultivators could not resolve them, so naturally no one on the entire Origin Continent could heal him.
In the end, the old abbot gradually aged. As the years weighed upon him, he