No matter what, he knew he had to embark on a journey to the Spirit Sea.
"I'll be awaiting your return!" Darian Sinclair flashed a smile.
The Thirteenth Master, who had already made a name for himself in the heart of the Spirit Sea, would inevitably venture into its depths.
Within the core regions of the Spirit Sea, where geniuses clashed and vied for supremacy, once one entered, there was no turning back until they surpassed the divine realm.
Bound by the laws of the Spirit Sea, one had to strive for transcendence or break free from its constraints.
Even a remarkable figure like the Thirteenth Master in the past had met his end, having slain 70% of the 3,000 guardians of order within the Spirit Sea.
This underscored the perilous nature of the Spirit Sea and the consequences of challenging its rules.
Braydon Neal and his family returned to Preston, the ancient capital that had stood tall through eight dynasties.
