A Once-in-a-Generation Genius?

The sect master bore no ill will toward the third party who had released and killed the malignant entity. In fact, he even felt considerable goodwill toward them. The Shuntian Sect had been founded for one simple purpose: to eliminate malignant entities.

The entire Shuntian Sect was made up of people filled with hatred for malignant entities. Later, after discovering that malignant entities could not be killed, they settled beside a great lake more than forty kilometers from the seal site. That was where the Shuntian Sect's current headquarters stood.

But by the sect master's generation, the malignant entity had remained a constant worry in his heart. All things eventually declined, and the Shuntian Sect was facing a shortage of capable successors. If this continued, then in a few centuries, there might not be anyone in the Shuntian Sect capable of maintaining the seal within the ruins.

Now that the malignant entity had been killed, the sect master intended to properly thank the other party.

Of course, gratitude was merely the reason presented on the surface. His other purpose was to make contact with this once-in-a-generation genius capable of killing a malignant entity. Forget recruiting them into the Shuntian Sect—even establishing the slightest connection would be worthwhile.

The entire field of strange and sinister arts was neither small nor large. There were only three sects; everyone else was a collection of unaffiliated practitioners who had learned on their own.

"Where is he now?" the sect master asked.

[He is everywhere around you.]

The sect master: ???

Everywhere? Around me? What did that mean?

The Shuntian Sect's master instinctively looked around himself. All he saw was the dense mist produced by the god-summoning ritual, which only deepened his confusion.

It seemed that this extraordinary person named Amoeba, who had destroyed the