Return to the Inner Academy

The waves battered the ship's hull, and from time to time seawater surged into the battered vessel, washing through the pitch-black cabins.

The enormous tower ship rose and fell amid towering waves. Strangely, no matter how violent the swells became, they could not break apart this wooden warship that reeked of decay.

The half-gray, half-white All-Consuming Mist coiled around the ship before ultimately gathering within the dark cyan jade pearl held in the dragon head's mouth at the bow.

The dragon head, missing half a horn, looked incomparably ferocious. Its long whiskers fluttered as it raised its head toward the heavens, as though silently roaring at the sky.

Though this tower ship had been reduced to such a state, traces of its former glory could still be seen from its layout.

Creak~ creak~

A figure in a black hooded robe trimmed with gold slowly emerged from the cabin. His features could not be seen. With his hands behind his back, he stood as if rooted to the deck. Seawater flowed past his feet, yet no wave, no matter how great, could move him even an inch.

"The Purification Ritual failed again this time. I heard that a [Martial Aspect] expert unaffiliated with any faction happened to pass by and intervened?" A woman's face gradually condensed from the water on the deck, a grave expression appearing on it. "[Martial Aspect] experts really are troublesome."

"There is no need to worry. The cult leader has successfully fused with an Anomaly close to the [Fusion Body] level. Once he emerges from seclusion, his strength will approach that of a [Martial Aspect] expert with one hundred percent materialization. On this land, he will be an absolute king. No one will be able to contend with the cult leader."

The man standing proudly with his