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At the same time, in an unknown sea of a certain region inhabited by humans, a massive ancient warship was speeding along.

This warship was about a thousand zhang (approximately 300 meters) long.

In terms of size, it wasn't much larger than the largest warship on Red Leaf Island. However, just by looking at it, anyone could tell that these two ships were incomparable; they belonged to different tiers entirely.

The warship was golden in color, exuding an aura of great respect and dignity. Its design was far more intricate and reasonable compared to the warships on Red Leaf Island. The streamlined hull rose high with a tall mast, adorned with a large flag.

The deck was ancient and mysterious, with the most prominent feature being a "Holy" character in the center, surrounded by various birds, beasts, insects, and fish, seemingly for decoration.

This was the emblem of the Holy City.

In other words, this warship belonged to the enforcers of the Holy City.

The Eastern Sea had three major powers standing in balance with the sea tribes having six kings and the demon tribes having three emperors. However, among humans, there was only one powerful force: the Holy City.

The Holy City has always been shrouded in mystery; no one knew what kind of entity it truly was—whether a sect, family, or something else entirely.

There were many rumors outside.

Some said that the Holy City was actually a powerful sect that had passed down from ancient times. Others claimed that the Holy City was ruled by a cultivation family with an incomparably noble bloodline...

Still others believed that the Holy City wasn't as mysterious as it seemed, merely a loose alliance of elders used to rally human clans. Only in this way could humans stand on equal footing with sea tribes and demon tribes.

This theory was widely accepted among cultivators because during times of peace, the Holy City rarely interfered with human affairs. It only issued "Holy Edicts" when major wars broke out, and all sects, families, and even scattered cultivators had to obey them; otherwise, they would be executed without mercy!

There were once powerful sects that resisted, but they ended up being wiped out in a single night.

For millions of years, there was no exception!

Even daoist practitioners at the Cave Profound stage couldn't escape it. Over time, no one dared to defy the Holy City anymore.

When the Holy Edict was issued, all cultivators would submit willingly.

Fortunately, the enforcers of the Holy City rarely ventured out in public.

There weren't many cultivators on this warship; only about a hundred or so, and none were below the Core Formation stage. The leader was two elderly figures, both around seventy years old. One had a youthful appearance with white hair and wore a Daoist robe, exuding an ethereal aura as if he were a deity. The other had golden hair, eyebrows, beard, and even his pupils shimmered with an eerie golden light, indicating that he might have practiced some special technique.

Both were daoist practitioners at the Cave Profound stage—not mere manifestations like the Poison Dragon Ancestor but true corporeal forms.

They stood at the bow of the ship, chatting merrily about something.

About ten daoists at the Separation Formation stage stood about a dozen zhang (approximately 3 meters) away, their faces showing great respect.

Suddenly, the elderly figure in the Daoist robe's brow furrowed as he revealed a look of shock on his face.

"Brother Qiu, what happened?" The balding old man with golden hair was taken aback. At their level, it wasn't easy to be stunned by something. Could this mission have encountered some unexpected changes? He wondered.

But then, he waved his robe and shot out a round object.

An Anima Disk!

The surrounding cultivators' faces changed as the two old monsters' spiritual senses landed on it. Soon, their expressions turned grim.

"It can't be. The感应of that Li family cultivator should not have completely vanished. Did they discover our surveillance?"

"Humph! That Li family cultivator doesn't have such abilities. Could it be that their clan met a powerful enemy and was annihilated?" The golden-haired old man's disdainful voice echoed.

"I don't know, but if so, we're in trouble. Our city lord specifically instructed us to capture the remaining Arhats alive," said the Daoist-robed old man with an ugly expression.

"Humph! This is precisely what I find puzzling. Just a few lingering souls and yīnhún. Even if they've been潜伏in our spirit realm, intermingled with humans, establishing cultivation families, they are merely Separation Formation stage existences. What's the big deal? In previous cases, we just sent a few enforcers to handle it. This time, not only did two of us elders have to personally take action, but the city lord specifically instructed us to capture and bring back several Li family elders alive. What's going on here?"

"I don't know either, but heaven's will is unpredictable. We can't speculate about our city lord's commands. Knowing too much might not be a good thing. Just follow orders," said the Daoist-robed old man with a hint of awakening.

"True enough, but Brother Ye…" The golden-haired old man waved his robe again and released an隔音light curtain, using his high-level daoist techniques to ensure no one could eavesdrop nearby.

"Friend Daoist Ye, what's your point?"

"Alright, I'll take the risk. Brother Qiu, do you really think our city lord is still that person from before?"

"Brother Ye, what do you mean? We just saw the city lord face-to-face not long ago. It can't be a fraud; appearance can be altered with disguise techniques, but his unique divine power is something only one person in the entire Eastern Sea cultivation world has."

"Perhaps, but I always feel strange about him. He gives off an eerie aura, and his commands are bizarre as well. Just this time…"

"Hush, Brother Qiu. It seems you're overthinking it. The city lord closed himself away for a thousand years; after emerging, his demeanor would naturally change. What's so surprising about that? Your speculations are mere wind and shadow. As for the mission, it is indeed peculiar, but heaven's will is unpredictable. Our city lord has great talent and strategy, so why should we waste our thoughts guessing? Just do what he instructed."

The old man spoke with a stern voice before his tone softened as he sighed.

"Brother Ye, I know you're an honest person who can't stand sand in your eyes. But there are some things best left unspoken. Otherwise, one day, you might bring disaster upon yourself. Reaching the Cave Profound stage is already extremely difficult; even if our cultivation doesn't advance further, with our abilities, we could survive another few thousand years without any problem. Enjoy life while it lasts; why torment ourselves?"

"But…" The golden-haired old man was about to continue but saw his companion's expression and swallowed his words. Everyone had their own choices. Since the Cave Profound stage two thousand years ago, Qiu Old Monster had completely lost his ambition.

Though he was revered as a daoist practitioner at the Cave Profound stage outside, in reality, he merely lived day by day. In these thousands of years, he rarely practiced and instead indulged himself with food and drink, taking one concubine after another. What could be said to someone like him?!

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