Classic Novel
Making 702
Making 702
The turbulent sea whipped up massive waves, crashing against the colossal rocks on the island with a thunderous roar that seemed to shake the heavens and earth.
This was an isolated, unnamed sea on Earth, a place cut off from the rest of the world.
The reason it was isolated and nameless was that the sea, spanning more than a thousand miles, along with dozens of islands, was totally sealed off by an enchantment.
It was extremely difficult for outsiders to enter.
Only those from within the unnamed sea, using spiritual weapons to traverse the enchantment, could come and go as they pleased.
On the largest of these islands, a hundred miles in circumference, the landscape was breathtaking.
Majestic mountains, evergreen trees, and blooming flowers adored the island, making it a perpetual spring paradise, a scene straight out of a painting.
Not only was the island picturesque, but it also harbored various exotic beasts and birds.
There were tigers with wings on their backs, horses that could sprout wings and fly, and even giant golden eagles with wings so wide they seemed to cover the sky, spanning a staggering 30 feet.
And there were the ancient gorillas, standing dozens of feet tall, like small mountains themselves.
Amid this land of diverse and fantastical fauna was a city.
This city was situated in the middle of the island, on a flat expanse of land.
It was a rectangular city, three miles long and one mile wide.
The walls of the city stood tall and imposing. Upon these walls, one could see hundreds of martialists in black, wielding swords and sabers.
Above the city gate, a large rectangular plaque bore two striking red words: “Eulogian City“.
Indeed, this city was the headquarters of the Eulogian Club and was their main stronghold.
Within Eulogian City, there were hundreds of magnificent palaces and buildings, each exuding an air of grandeur and power.
In the sprawling palace of the Eulogian Club, clad in dark attire, apprentices patrolled and guarded every corner.
The security in Eulogian City was exceptionally tight and formidable.
At that moment, in a spacious hall, sat dozens of elders in silver robes.
They exuded an air of dignity and sternness, their presence filling the grand hall with a cold, powerful aura.
The most formidable among them was the mysterious figure in a golden robe, seated on a grand chair at the head of the grand hall. His face was partially concealed by a mask, half black and half white.
“Presbyters, I have just received news that our hundred Martial Gods sent to capture Gilmore’s family have all been defeated and captured by the Fensville Dragon Sect,” announced the mysterious figure in the golden robe, his face obscured by a black and white mask. His piercing gaze swept over the silver–robed elders seated throughout the grand hall.
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Indeed, this enigmatic person in the golden robe was the sect leader of the Eulogian Club, as well as the ruler of Eulogian City
A look of surprise flashed across the faces of the gathered elder
At this, a silver–haired elder on the left of the grand hall addressed the sect leader of the Eulogian Club, “Cult Master, we sent Martial Gods to complete this task.
“However, even a hundred Martial Gods couldn’t take him down. Could it be that Gilmore himself is a cultivator?
“Are cultivators now appearing in the secular world?”
The other silver–robed elders began murmuring among themselves. “Could it be true? Is the entire Cultivation Realm coming back to life?”
“How else would cultivators start appearing in the secular world?”
“Could it be that the Righteous World cultivation martialists have all returned?”
Obviously, they all felt that it was very likely to be true.
Although none of the cultivators in the grand hall were from the secular world, they had extended their influence into powerful families and factions.
Considering how many cultivators had mysteriously vanished 10 millennia ago, it was possible that these missing figures had now resurfaced in the secular world.
After all, that was exactly what they had done.
“Indeed, Presbyter Philip is correct. We, the demon cultivators of the Devil’s World, have managed to break free from our secluded, sealed world and emerge in the secular world.
“It goes without saying that the cultivation martialists of the righteous sects could do the same.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
The cult master wearing the golden robe and mask nodded at the grand elder.