Whether in Midland, Eastplain, Greatflare, Northsea, Westregion, or elsewhere, the half-immortals in all the major sacred lands noticed the strange phenomenon following Grenn's death. Many of them were frightened silly and instructed their disciples to remain in the sacred land to meditate. Leaving the sacred land was forbidden unless it was absolutely necessary.
After absorbing the Grenn's blood and essence, dense and peculiar patterns appeared on Baldwin's face. Those patterns seemed to carry a profound significance, and a faint black light burst out from the patterns, causing Baldwin's figure to vanish instantly.
Not too long later, Baldwin appeared at the far end of the sea's boundary on a vast and magnificent embankment. As he ascended the steps, he left footprints on the stone steps' surface. The giant formation above his head, formed by countless rules, seemed to dim as he progressed further. Finally, upon reaching the summit of the embankment, Baldwin suddenly opened his arms and allowed a large amount of black light to burst forth from his body.
The sky above the sea with filled with a tsunami-like aura, and the black light appeared to carry the weight of history and time as it penetrated through the void. At the end of its course, it struck the barrier in front of the embankment, causing a strong glow to ripple in all directions.
Within the boundary sea lay a world contaminated with malevolent energy, reflected in the sheer blackness of its soil. That area, situated close to the edge of the world, was rife with countless chaotic energy along with the Nine Heavens Gale. Divine thunder struck down from time to time, with its terrifying force tearing through the ink-like sky and wreaking havoc upon the land.
No living beings could survive in that vast expanse, which spanned tens of thousands of miles. Only skeletons could be found there.
At that moment, a harsh and hoarse laughter reverberated throughout the world. "Hahahaha, you kept me sealed for so many years, Green Emperor, but no seal lasts forever!!"
Wrapped in countless strands of that malevolent energy, the Ancestora began to advance forward. Being a true immortal had finally rendered him impervious to the seal that kept him trapped. Even if the rules of heaven and earth sought to bind him, they were still no match for the Ancestora's terrifying might.
Like a demonic deity emerging from the depths of chaos, he walked past the boundary formed by the rules of heaven and earth until he finally stepped onto the embankment and onto the sea. The embankment—tainted black by the Ancestora's demonic energy—crumbled rapidly, while the blue seas ahead changed color instantly too.
Having escaped the cage at last, the Ancestora spread his arms and breathed in the fresh air of the outside world. He indulged in a monologue, "Ah, the golden age! The celestial domain has been in ruins for so many years, and I have conquered the demonic domain! There is no better time than now for me to claim the Bleurealm!"
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