At the edge of the Southern Sea, gray cliffs towered high, ringed by scattered islands.
These cliffs lay far southeast of White Pond, already beyond the territorial waters of the [Azure Sea Clear-Wave Dragon King]. Another thousand miles south lay Tomb Mountain, where the owls held sway.
In every direction stretched a boundless expanse, with only these gray sea cliffs and a scattering of islands standing isolated amid the vast ocean.
Demonic miasma and charcoal ash pervaded the Wildfire Stone Forest, carried along by heavenly winds and ocean currents to accumulate before the cliffs year-round.
Thus the seawater here was turbid and the sky a murky yellow. Few immortals or demons came here, and the region became a refuge for filth and corruption.
Now the Netherwhale ruled here.
The leaden clouds formed from demonic miasma and charcoal ash parted, and a black-robed figure stepped out into the air. His features were fierce and vicious. It was Zhong Mang.
This Demon King of the Netherwhale Lineage possessed barely a single divine ability: [Calming the Storm].
His cultivation was shallow, his spirit artifact mediocre, and he had never mastered any formidable spells. Even when he had the good fortune to attend Dragon King Lanqing's banquet, his seat was at the very end.
That invitation had only come because the Dragonkind acknowledged the Netherwhales' years of thankless toil at the gray cliffs, containing the demonic miasma and charcoal ash.
Returning from the banquet, he surveyed his surroundings with considerable disgust.
All the evil karma released when True Lord [Xianxiong] fell had been channeled into these gray cliffs, fouling the spiritual currents and sending vicious energy surging into the heavens.
No immortals or demons would come here at all. Instead, it had become a place where they raised living fodder.
"The Ren Water Dao