All of this was uncertain and based on mere guesses, so Adrian chose to retreat into his cave and observe them in secret before making any decisions.Finally, the ship docked, and its passengers disembarked one by one."Ms. Kara, would you consider joining us? Though this deserted island is hard to find, there's always the risk of something going wrong here," the young man surnamed Riggs asked."Mr. Jorge, you must be joking. The world is wide, and we each have our own paths to follow. We'll see you again when the sea route reopens after winter," Kara replied with a slight bow. Her words were firm and clear. No matter what plans the Riggs had, the Starks were not interested in participating."However, it seems this isn't an uninhabited island?" Kara turned her head, looking curiously at the stone tablet inscribed with the name "Forgotten Shore.""How strange, this island isn't on any map, yet it has a name," she mumbled.Jorge was taken aback and quickly turned to check. He hurri
Jorge seemed sincere, and Kara knew what he wanted. However, considering the many peculiarities of the island and the advantage of having Gordon on their side, it seemed wise to work together to weather the expected beast attack that night.Pacing back and forth with a smile, Kara said, "Hmph, why are you here, Mr. Jorge? My words yesterday were not a joke.""Ms. Kara, please don't misunderstand. Although I may have been an inconvenience, there is a reason. Tonight, we need to cooperate," Jorge replied. Despite being the pampered scion of his family, he was not a wastrel and had become quite adept at reading between the lines.Kara was uneasy about the upcoming battle too. Though the island appeared deserted, she sensed many dangers lurking around them. For large islands with numerous immortals, beast attacks might be fierce but manageable. These islands often benefited from the attacks, harvesting materials and inner cores from the beasts. However, for small islands with few or wea
Jorge felt increasingly overwhelmed and regretted his decision to take on this mission. If he had known it would turn out like this, he wouldn't have volunteered to escort Gordon. Frustrated, he exclaimed, "Mr. Gordon, forgive my boldness, but what exactly is the purpose of this journey? Do you still not trust me at this critical moment?"However, Jorge could not ignore his father's warnings back home. He smiled and said, "Mr. Gordon, my father was concerned something might go wrong on this trip, so he devised a plan involving you. He claimed it was to become an apprentice of a level nine master, but actually...""But actually what?" Gordon's face darkened, his displeasure evident.Jorge leaned in and whispered, "There was a famous level nine master named Ansaldo near Windia Island two hundred years ago. He was obsessed with formations but passed away before breaking through to level nine. He was known for his pride and never took apprentices or left a legacy. Mr. Gordon, our family
The sea turtles wielded formidable defense and destructive power, while the jellyfish's venom and the menacing crab added to the casualties among the Starks and Riggs. The Starks, lacking powerful immortals, faced a more dire situation than the Riggs. If they had been up against human foes, surrender might have been an option, but now they could only cling to survival desperately. In just three hours, their numbers had dwindled to around twenty.Understanding the urgency of eliminating the spirit beasts to have any hope of survival, Gordon suggested targeting the leaders. Even if they managed to survive the next few hours, few would remain alive without dealing with these beasts.Jorge then declared solemnly, "Whoever is willing to slay these beasts, I'll take care of your family forever!"Despite the promise, no one dared to risk their life. As casualties continued to rise, Gordon pointed at one of the Starks' men and commanded, "You, kill the jellyfish!"The man refused, saying d
Jorge took a sharp breath, then said in a voice filled with awe, "I assume you’re an apprentice of Venerable Sage Ansaldo. I've heard a lot about you! Our ancestor and Venerable Sage Ansaldo were close friends, and he sent me here to get to know you better. May I ask for your guidance? Thank you." He stood up briskly and gave a slight bow.Adrian was confused. He had never heard of Venerable Sage Ansaldo, but bluffing and exaggerating were basic skills in this world. With a flash of inspiration, he responded, "There isn't a Venerable Sage Ansaldo, but there is a Veritable Master."In the immortal region, even ordinary people knew about the different levels of immortality, especially a declining immortal family like the Riggs. The levels were the Body Training Stage, followed by the nine levels, nine ranks, and finally the Nascent Stage. The stages beyond that were unknown.Venerable Sages corresponded to the nine levels, while Veritable Masters corresponded to the nine ranks. In Cle
One blood-red beam of light fell over Forgotten Shore, but it burst like a bubble before ascending into the sky, and Forgotten Shore returned to calm.Adrian didn't think the abnormal celestial phenomenon was just a coincidence. He stared at Kara, hesitated for a moment, and sighed. "This phenomenon is very suspicious. Ms. Kara, please follow me to take shelter." Without looking back, he headed straight for the cave.Kara, having never seen such an astonishing scene, dared not think too much and followed closely behind. This made Adrian think slightly more highly of Kara—she was decisive in times of crisis. But as she thought of the celestial phenomenon, her legs trembled.Unexpectedly, the first-grade eighth-level expert, Gordon, followed as well. Adrian had kept him alive, seeing him as more useful than Jorge. Gordon was qualified to act as a lackey."Old man, do you know what's going on here?" Adrian asked.Gordon shrank back and said timidly, "Venerable Sage, I don't understan
Adrian grabbed the emerald slip tightly, his expression unusually grim. Sure enough, as Gordon had said, the current celestial phenomena were no different from those during the ancient invasion of the daemons into the immortal world. It seemed that the speculation of the mainland immortals was correct, explaining why the mainland factions warned against venturing out to sea.The maritime immortals, those who lived near sea borders, were very mysterious. These beast familiars attacking the islands were different from other daemons—they were primitive in intelligence and lacked spirituality. But they shared a common feature: no high-level daemons participated in the attack.As the elders of the mainland immortals had speculated, this was likely a form of sacrifice or even a summoning. The counterattack of the daemons had truly begun.Adrian was deeply troubled; just as he had escaped one dangerous situation, he found himself in another. Suddenly, he remembered the hexagram in the Prim
Gordon was somewhat stunned. Despite his extraordinary knowledge, his perspective paled in comparison to Adrian's, who had experienced rebirth. Feeling a sense of frustration, he said, "Doesn't that mean we're heading toward a dead end?""No. This time, humanity will have a long buffering period. Whether we can get through this difficult period depends on the next fifty years.""Fifty years?"Adrian nodded slightly. "I'm afraid maybe not even fifty years. The daemons will stabilize their foothold and counterattack the immortal world before that.""How do you know?" Gordon's fear of Adrian diminished, and even Kara beside him looked shocked."Because the factions value their reputations and opt to retreat rather than engage in battle."After the devastating sounds outside subsided, Adrian conversed with Gordon for a long time, gaining a rough understanding of the daemons.Adrian walked out of the cave, followed closely by Gordon and Kara. They saw blood mist spreading over the se