At the foot of the immortal mountain.
Outside a towering giant gate, cultivators continued to arrive.
This time, amidst the crowd, Lin Chang'an first felt the gathering of Nascent Soul cultivators, while the Core Formation cultivators seemed insignificant as ants.
"It's the Sixteen Sea Suppression Sects!"
"Quickly move aside, do not look directly and offend these seniors."
There was a stir in the crowd, and many loose cultivators hurriedly moved aside, while on the jade platform escape lights flashed incessantly as groups of cultivators arrived.
"From Bihai Palace, I wonder how many of you will perish in this secret realm journey."
"Hehehe, old ghost, how do you plan to settle the score for your disciple killing mine!?"
Amidst the crowd, Lin Chang'an couldn't help but marvel at these so-called Sixteen Sea Suppression Sects.
The Sixteen Sea Suppression Sects also had internal conflicts, and due to different customs across the maritime areas, their attire was quite different.
