Island of Utmost Evil

The enormous harbor was like a primordial behemoth. As countless ships gathered, it opened its massive jaws and swallowed those fish-like vessels whole.

Due to the Unsinking Sea's unique properties, ships could not be stored within spatial abodes and, once launched, could only remain upon the sea. Thus, the harbor of the Island of Utmost Evil had been built exceedingly large, with a gigantic bridge extending out from the island.

After docking according to the instructions, cultivators had to disembark and enter the island by way of the bridge. This was also the Island of Utmost Evil's sole entrance and exit.

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The instant they stepped onto the bridge, everyone sensed the boundless spiritual energy. Sailing through the depths of the Unsinking Sea was dull and frigid; for most of the journey, all one faced was an endless expanse of ocean and a roiling black sea surface.

Remaining in such an environment for too long could easily breed a stifling sense of oppression, especially for cultivators who rarely went to sea. This also showed the importance of the ship-handling crews. Though their cultivation was not high, the endurance they had developed over long years was one of the factors that kept a voyage steady.

Yet stepping onto the Island of Utmost Evil revealed an entirely different sight. The Myriad Treasures Sect had transformed the whole island into a city, though it had done away with city walls.

Thick clouds and mist shrouded the island's surroundings. Vast energies churned violently within them, tightly connected to the Endless Sea before spreading outward into the world. Even a Void Refinement Realm powerhouse swept into such heavenly might would likely be flayed alive, if not killed outright.

The density of spiritual energy on the island had reached the level of a blessed