After the divorce, the CEO's ex-wife deeply regretted her actions.

Three days ago, he had just finished a seclusion that lasted for several months, and his consciousness had begun to merge with this sea, but the commotion was a little too much.

The moment he released his divine sense, he felt as if he had transformed into the entire ocean, with every wave and every undercurrent becoming an extension of his perception.

At that time, more than a dozen large ships entered his field of vision.

It's like a swarm of flies buzzing in your ear, which is very annoying.

So, he just had a fleeting thought: to get rid of these "flies."

The storm, the giant waves, and the several large creatures in the deep sea that were startled by his presence were all unconscious byproducts of this thought.

He didn't even bother to check the results, withdrawing his divine sense to continue stabilizing his realm.

Now, he wants to establish a sect here, and he has already thought of a name: "Abyss Palace".

The reason is simple: this place is close to the sea, which makes it convenient for him to cultivate.

Moreover, he needs help with miscellaneous tasks and to collect supplies.

Cultivating alone is just too boring.

But he didn't expect trouble to come so quickly.

Outside the temple, three snow-white cranes pulled a magnificent jade palanquin as it slowly descended.

Beside the jade carriage followed a dozen or so cultivators riding ferocious sea beasts.

The two men at the head of the group, one dressed in a gold-embroidered robe and wearing a smile, looked like a shrewd businessman.

The other was burly, with a face full of scars, dressed in a blue outfit, with a huge shark-tooth knife hanging at his waist, exuding a fierce aura.

The two largest sects near Linhai City are Qian Mian, the elder of Jinyuge, and Zhang Kuang, the vice sect leader of Nutao Sect.

Chen Yun walked out of the dilapidated temple, the sea breeze blowing his simple cloth robe.

He looked at the group of uninvited guests, feeling nothing at all; he even felt a slight urge to yawn.

"Is this the place you said you wanted to establish a sect?"

Zhang Kuang leaped off the sea monster, his feet landing so hard that the ground trembled slightly.

He glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the cobweb-covered beams and the headless statue, and sneered, "Kid, you call this a sect? Even a beggar's den is better than this!"

The disciples of the Raging Waves Sect behind him burst into laughter.

Qian Mian slowly stepped down from the jade carriage, gently waving his folding fan, his face bearing his usual warm smile.

"This must be Fellow Daoist Chen Yun. Young and promising, I admire you greatly. However, there are rules for establishing a sect within the territory of Linhai City. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Chen has reported this to the City Lord's Mansion and our families?"

His tone was gentle, but the meaning behind his words was like a soft needle piercing Chen Yun's vitals.

Reporting? Regulations?

Chen Yun raised an eyebrow slightly.

"No," he answered crisply.

His arrogant smile widened as he stepped forward, his body, a head taller than Chen Yun, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

"So that's some kind of unorthodox method? Kid, there are only so many mortals around Linhai City, and only about a hundred promising individuals with spiritual roots can be identified each year. There aren't even enough for all of us, and you still want to get involved?"

"Quite the appetite! Aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death?"

Chen Yun looked at Zhang Kuang's arrogant face, which seemed to say "I am a bully," and then glanced at Qian Mian, whose eyes were darting around.

Chen Yun's lips curled up slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Just as the arrogant pressure was about to reach its peak, Chen Yun did nothing.

He only had a fleeting thought.

A thought of connecting with the land beneath my feet and the unfathomable sea below the cliffs.

"Om-"

A low hum, indescribable in words, did not come from the air, but resounded directly in the depths of everyone's soul.

The overwhelming pressure released by Zhang Kuang shattered instantly, like glass struck by a giant hammer.

He let out a muffled groan, his face turned deathly pale, and he staggered back three steps, his eyes filled with horror.

what happened? !

Before he could react, another mutation occurred.

The once clear sky was rapidly dimming.

It wasn't that dark clouds were obscuring the sun, but rather that the light itself seemed to be swallowed up by something invisible.

The calm sea, without warning, suddenly stopped undulating.

There were no waves, no wind, and it was as still as a huge piece of black glass.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure from the ancient past slowly rose from the dead silence of the deep sea.

This oppressive aura is completely different from the spiritual pressure of a cultivator.

It is neither violent nor fierce, but vast and indifferent, as if it were the will of the entire world looking down on a tiny ant.

All the cultivators present, whether they were arrogant Venerable Realm cultivators or Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining disciples, felt as if their hearts were being gripped by an invisible hand under this pressure, making it difficult to even breathe.

The sea creatures beneath them let out mournful cries, crawling on the ground, trembling, excreting and urinating incessantly.

"This...this is..." Qian Mian's smile had long since frozen, and the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter." He stared intently at the black sea below the cliff, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "It's...it's that person..."

He wanted to say "Sea God," but the two words seemed to weigh a ton, stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter them.

fear!

It was the kind of deep-seated fear that the Sihai Chamber of Commerce described three days ago!

That volatile and terrifying being who treats all things as worthless!

He...he's right here!

Right beneath this sea area!

Did this young man establish his own sect with the tacit approval of this being?

Or perhaps, he is the "messenger of the gods" of this being?

In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through Qian Mian and Zhang Kuang's minds, but each one sent chills down their spines.

Are they here today to cause trouble for a "god"?

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Zhang Kuang's legs went weak. He no longer cared about saving face and, facing Chen Yun's direction, tried to kneel down with a "plop."

"Both of you."

Chen Yun finally spoke.

His voice was calm and soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly. In the deathly silent and oppressive atmosphere, it was like a thunderclap.

"I don't like noise in my area."

His gaze swept over the disheveled crowd, finally settling on the black sea below the cliff, as if he were talking to himself.

“Look, it… seems a little unhappy.”

The words fell.

Beneath the deathly black sea, an unimaginably enormous shadow slowly rose.

It didn't fully reveal its shape; just its outline occupied everyone's entire field of vision.

In the shadows, two crimson lights, like lanterns lit in the abyss, slowly opened.

That gaze swept over indifferently.

Those two crimson lights were devoid of any emotion.

It is not "seeing", but "confirming".

It was identified which insect had disturbed its slumber.

Zhang Kuang's mind went completely blank.

The dignity of cultivators, the pride of the Venerable Realm, the face of the sect... all of these became a joke under the gaze of those indifferent giant eyes.

He didn't even dare to move.

He had a strong premonition that if he had even the slightest disrespectful thought, or even if he just moved his toes, the next second he and the entire cliff would be dragged into that eternal dark abyss.

"Pfft!"

This time, nothing could stop him.

His arrogant knees slammed heavily onto the hard rock, his forehead pressed firmly against the ground.

He dared not beg for mercy.

Because he knew very well that in the face of such an existence, the wailing of an ant was meaningless.

He could only express his utmost submission with the most humble posture.

Qian Mian's reaction was only half a beat slower than his.

He felt as if his bones had been removed, collapsing to the ground, the jade abacus in his hand rolling to the side.

He didn't kneel, because he was too terrified to even do so. He just trembled, his lips pale, repeating a single word over and over.