Vast emerald waves stretched to the horizon, and the sea breeze carried a salty tang.
Amid a flash of white light from spatial runes, a green-robed youth with a longsword at his waist appeared in the sky.
Jiang Ding spread out his divine sense, calculating the surrounding human geography and coordinates, cross-checking them against the information obtained from the divine guards' memories.
"This is west of the East Sea, called the Star Sea by the locals. Its surface is like a mirror, with scarcely any waves. Mortals also call it the Dead Sea..."
"Yet cultivators' warships and flying vessels can pass through normally. Resources are abundant, with countless exotic beasts and unusual spirit fish. Thousands of years ago, there were sects of every size and Demon Race tribes here, but later, the East Sea Sword Court's divine army wiped them out one by one..."
Without much effort, Jiang Ding located the East Sea Incense Sword Court. Concealing his figure, he flew toward his target.
He was not moving quickly. He maintained his mana at its peak at all times, neither hurried nor slow as he passed through space, occasionally looking down at the sea below and the human towns scattered like stars across the islands.
In the ocean lived aquatic demons such as merfolk, shark demons, turtle clans, and sea serpent clans. They were numerous and flourishing, firmly occupying their ecological niches in the sea.
Yet they were not the rulers of the ocean.
The true rulers were the various incense temples built upon the seabed, and the human devotees within them. As temple priests and temple stewards, they wielded the power of deities, lording it over these sea races, beating and berating them at will, telling them that demons were born lowly and were destined to serve as slaves