The Sea of Sin

A land of extreme peril?

And filled with countless experts?

The Moon God Pavilion Master was caught off guard by the sudden question, feeling as if his throat had been clogged with lead.

In the past, if someone else had asked, he could have casually listed seven or eight such places.

But in front of this person…

Where could such a place exist?!

Earlier, Xiong Fen had answered smoothly, and the questioning session was about to conclude without incident. But now, it was suddenly his turn, and the difficulty of the question had increased tenfold, as if a pot had fallen from the sky.

This was just…

Too damn unlucky!

The Moon God Pavilion Master was both terrified and aggrieved, his heart pounding with anxiety.

In an instant, he mentally scoured most of the Southern Li Heavenly Domain.

Yet, the once-renowned orthodox sects and infamous demonic overlords now seemed like nothing more than a ragtag mob, utterly insignificant.

No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t think of any so-called "land of extreme peril."

Why, of all times, did he have to face such a difficult question?!

The Moon God Pavilion Master felt the cruelty of fate.

In desperation, he glanced at the others around him, but they all looked equally nervous, as if they had no ideas either. Even the usually composed Xiong Fen could only offer an encouraging expression…

Truly, the tables had turned!

This time, it was his turn to be encouraged.

There was no escaping this—he had to take the fall.

As Yi Feng’s piercing gaze fixed on him, he dared not hesitate any longer.

To hell with it!

Steeling himself, the Moon God Pavilion Master forced out an answer.

"Elder… Elder Yi Feng."

"In our Southern Li Heavenly Domain, the most perilous place is undoubtedly the East Sea, millions of miles away. It is known as the Sea of Sin!"

The Sea of Sin?

Judging by the name, it sounded promising.

Yi Feng’s eyes gleamed with interest. "Is this Sea of Sin truly so dangerous?"

Seeing that Yi Feng wasn’t angry but rather curious, the Moon God Pavilion Master was slightly surprised.

But it also gave him a bit of confidence. Steadying his nerves, he continued.

"Elder Yi Feng, you may not know this."

"Beyond the East Sea lie seventy-two islands, teeming with demonic sects and fugitives from other heavenly domains. The former Red Sky Sect was one of them. These demonic factions are constantly at war with each other, and bloodshed on the islands is commonplace—all of them are ruthless and vicious!"

"For tens of thousands of years, the seventy-two islands have attracted more and more demonic overlords, turning the East Sea into a forbidden land of our Southern Li Heavenly Domain. If not for the infighting among the demonic factions, preventing them from uniting, even the combined forces of our orthodox sects might not be able to withstand them. That’s why the East Sea is called the Sea of Sin, feared by all."

"Precisely because of the demonic infighting, coupled with the Red Sky Sect’s atrocities that provoked universal outrage, the deaths of Tu Daofang and his ten elders united orthodox rogue cultivators and sects in rare solidarity. For the first time, they set foot on the East Sea and annihilated one of its islands. This achievement, a major victory unseen in millennia, has since spread far and wide!"

"If there is one place in the Southern Li Heavenly Domain that can be called the most perilous, it is undoubtedly the Sea of Sin. Only the most ruthless and wicked can survive there!"

……

After this explanation, Yi Feng’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

The Sea of Sin!

The name certainly lived up to its reputation—a true den of villains!

A place like this wouldn’t disappoint him.

Learning from past failures, Yi Feng didn’t rush off immediately. To be thorough, he asked one more question.

"Where does Tu Daofang rank in the Sea of Sin?"

The Moon God Pavilion Master hurriedly replied.

"Tu Daofang…"

"He wasn’t weak, but he wasn’t among the strongest either. The most powerful figures in the East Sea have always resided on Black Island. He wasn’t qualified to establish a sect there, so he couldn’t be considered top-tier."

Xiong Fen chimed in, helping to share the burden.

"That’s right!"

"I’ve also heard that while the islands of the East Sea are constantly at war, they still nominally obey Black Island’s commands. Black Island is like the orthodox sects’ Celestial Court—Tu Daofang definitely wasn’t the strongest!"

With their joint testimony, the Sea of Sin grew even more significant in Yi Feng’s mind.

Especially when he heard about Black Island.

He was practically overjoyed!

A place crawling with villains, plus a formidable Black Island—wasn’t this infinitely better than that lackluster sect?

Finding death would be a piece of cake!

Maybe…

He wouldn’t even need to pick a fight—someone would come looking for trouble on their own.

This place was paradise!

A smile spread across Yi Feng’s face as he nodded in understanding.

"I see!"

Time was of the essence. Eager to set off, he hastily made his excuses.

"Hearing about such a place has truly broadened my horizons. But I have urgent matters to attend to, so I must take my leave!"

The abrupt farewell left everyone dumbfounded!

But since Elder Yi had spoken, who dared object?

If anything, they were relieved, their tension dissipating. They couldn’t wait for this interrogation to end!

Clasping their fists, they hurriedly bowed in farewell.

As they stepped out of the hall, the Moon God Pavilion Master, ever the opportunist, tried to escort Yi Feng further to curry favor.

Before he could even speak—

Yi Feng summoned a giant snail and hopped onto its back!

With a warm smile for his enthusiastic comrades, he bid them farewell.

"Friends, until we meet again!"

His carefree wave was the epitome of carefree elegance.

Before anyone could return the gesture, a streak of light flashed before their eyes!

"Whoosh!"

In the blink of an eye, the space before them was empty!

Elder Yi and his giant snail had vanished without a trace, as if they had never been there. Not even their divine senses could detect him—gone to who knew how distant a place.

The gust left in their wake sent everyone’s hair flying, their expressions a picture of bewilderment.

Only when they were absolutely certain Yi Feng was gone did they collapse to the ground, gasping in shock!

"Hiss…"

"Tens of thousands of miles in an instant—such a mount is unheard of!"

"His words and actions are unfathomable, traversing the heavens and earth in a flash. Such grace is beyond mortal comprehension—this is what a true master looks like!"

"Who knows where the elder has gone? When will we ever have the honor of seeing him again?"

"To meet such a transcendent being even once is enough to fulfill a lifetime!"

"Elder Yi…"

Their reverent murmurs continued, as if they were caught in a dream.

When they finally snapped out of it, joyous chatter erupted. Xiong Fen immediately reported back to the squad leader and distributed work uniforms and gloves to the Pavilion Master and the elders.

The Moon God Pavilion threw a grand celebration, the sounds of revelry shaking the heavens.

Millions of miles away…

Amid the fog-shrouded waters encircled by islands, the shadowy outline of Black Island loomed. True to its name, the land was veiled in darkness—black mountains and rivers exuding an aura of dread.

Among the peaks stood countless palaces.

In a gloomy hall illuminated by ghostly flames, dark overlords sat in silence. Three holy maidens, each with their own allure, occupied the front rows. The conspicuous empty black throne drew covetous glances.

As they waited, bold whispers passed among the gathered tyrants.

"I heard a newcomer is being directly appointed as a holy maiden today."

"Oh? So there’ll be four holy maidens from now on? How interesting."

"Pfft. She’s just an outsider with no foundation—hardly worth mentioning."

"Not so. She was once a prodigy of the orthodox path. Though she suffered defeats, her talent is undeniable. For the Island Lord to take notice, she must have something extraordinary."

"An orthodox prodigy? Now that’s rare. How intriguing."

The gossip didn’t faze the three holy maidens, their cold confidence unshaken.

Then, an announcement rang out.

"The Island Lord arrives!"

The domineering figure strode in as always—silver hair like brocade, eyes sharp as blades. The spirited old man’s mere entrance sent everyone scrambling to their feet in salute.

When they saw the woman following closely behind him, some couldn't hide their surprise!

"Lu Caiwei?!"