From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

In a dimension unknown to anyone, the intangible Karl was gazing at the rainbow phenomenon he had created using the Sea God's authority, ethereal and enchanting, incredibly magical and beautiful.

The first thing he felt was how interesting it was, and he clearly knew that he could do even more.

"It's not just at sea, as long as it's near the coast, I can wield the Sea God's power of authority."

"A favorable situation, I no longer need to rely entirely on the Fischer family..."

Karl couldn't help but consider a possibility.

What would happen if he devoured more mystical beings in the future? In the Claud World, not only the Sea God, born as a collective concept of the ocean, existed, but also various false gods.

"I'm starting to look forward to it."

Then Karl gave Lilian an extremely important oracle.

"I have heard the oracle!"

Lilian suddenly became excited, her previous exhaustion swept away in an instant, she got up as if energized, and said to everyone:

"The great Lord of the Lost shelters us all! He has grievously wounded that lowly sea monster that claimed to be a deity and absorbed its power to control the oceans, from now on the seas shall be our domain!"

Upon Lilian's words, the family was tremendously invigorated.

She took a deep breath and continued:

"Also, He wishes for us to seek out mystical beings..."

"Those monsters who claim to be gods will all be food for our master, the time to devour them is nigh!"

Byrne took a deep breath, unable to completely hide the joy in his eyes, and said as calmly as possible, "Order the troops to return to port."

On the boundless sea glistened golden specks, like countless pearls inlaid on azure satin.

The Fischer family convened an impromptu family meeting on the flagship to review the issues and situations of this operation and to discuss future matters.

Meanwhile, during the Cyart army's retreat, they suddenly encountered numerous attacks from the sea tribe, undoubtedly making it a troublesome affair for the seafaring Cyart people.

"The sea tribe is coming to breach the ships!"

"Quick, have the spellcasters use 'Walking on Water' to fend them off!"

"Don't worry, we have a Monarch powerful expert amongst us, everyone stay calm!"

As everyone scrambled, preparing for battle, they witnessed a stunning scene:

To their amazement, the sea tribe, in their tens of thousands, who were fiercely charging, suddenly split apart as if manipulated by some force, without any intention of actually attacking the Cyart people.

What was happening?

Amidst their astonishment, the Cyart army's people turned to praising and praying to the gods.

"Praise the gods!"

"Surely the Tempest Overlord has blessed us!"

Only on the Fischer family's flagship was their gaze complex, knowing full well the source of this phenomenon was the He whom the family worshipped.

But the rest of the world, in their ignorance, could not perceive His greatness.

Lilian shouted excitedly, "It was the great Lord of the Lost!"

"Silence." Chris suddenly spoke up coolly as a reminder.

After a while, they saw Bishop Zayne coming to the flagship, his expression one of pleasure.

"Perhaps it really was the protection of the Tempest Overlord; the sea tribe did not attack. Byrne, I will spread the word among the people that the Fischer family is blessed by the vast Tempest Overlord, and we shall be invincible in the wars to come!"

Byrne, filled with joy, stepped forward excitedly and said:

"Thank you, Bishop Zayne... Your wish shall also be granted, to completely eradicate the Sea God Cult."

Zayne nodded lightly, spoke earnestly, "I must kill the High Priest Sky Blue of the Sea God Cult."

Byrne smiled faintly, not revealing the truth but knowing deep down with Bishop Zayne's propaganda, the Fischer family's status would rise even higher, their position on the East Coast would be unshakeably secure!

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Upon the peaceful sea, with the sky and clouds reflecting each other, it resembled the painter's most perfect palette, the ocean surface shimmered, and a gentle breeze spread the ripples far and wide.

Since the Sea God's awakening and the terrifying rampage, and the deaths of two key figures of the Sea God Cult, three years had now passed.

On the sandy beach of an island in the White Sea, Ian, a White Sea native who had converted to the Dawn Church, stood tall.

Now a tall and lean young man of nearly 1.8 meters, his demeanor was calm, with an innate air of a sage.

In the vast expanse of clear skies over the ocean, time seemed to slow, lengthening serenely.

The tall and lean young man was immersed in this harmony and tranquility.

In Ian's eyes, it was not just the ocean but also an extraordinary and eternal painting of beauty.

This was his cherished homeland, the White Sea.

Now, to the outside world, he was the new Priest of the Sea God Cult, and he also claimed to be the successor of High Priest Sky Blue, the spiritual leader of the many natives of the White Sea.

In three years, all the remaining priests of the Sea God Cult met the same fate, assassinated by the power of the fake-spirit card wielded by Chris, and Ian, supported by the Fischer family, became the new leader of the Sea God Cult. On his first day as a priest, he swore to the cult's followers that he would lead the White Sea natives to defeat the Cyart people.

But in reality, he had become a proselyte, successfully reaching the 2nd Rank on the Path of Knowledge as a "Pharmacist."

Ian was remotely controlled by the Fischer family, in essence a puppet leader.

The Fischer family had held several meetings and decided to manage the Sea God Cult's territories through this guise for the time being, because directly replacing the Sea God Cult was difficult, met with great resistance, and would bring about immense trouble.

Ian was their chosen proxy.

Had Cyan Blue not sacrificed himself years ago, this position would have been his to take over.

At this moment, Ian on the beach was surrounded by hundreds of Sea God Cult followers, who had already secretly decided to overthrow Ian here and appoint a new Priest to take over.

It wasn't that Ian had exposed his true identity, but that he seemed too weak, likely lacking the strength of the Transmutation Level, utterly unworthy of being a Priest.

"You are simply unworthy of being the High Priest of the Cult!"

The leader among those followers was an Extraordinary Exponent of the mid-level Transmutation, in his forties, with the chance to reach high-level Transmutation in the future.

He walked up furiously, pointing his finger at Ian and said,

"I am the one chosen by the Sea God! Ian, go into the sea yourself and be embraced by the belly of the Sea God—that is an honor and a destiny for you!"

Ian calmly watched the hundreds of dissenting followers gathering before him, knowing deep down that he was betrayed by someone close.

Among these followers, there were more than thirty Extraordinary Exponents, and at least half of them could kill him; his own followers were nowhere to be seen at this moment.

They had either betrayed him or been controlled.

Everything seemed to have reached a dead end.

It didn't matter.

He nodded lightly and, looking at everyone who was staring at him, said, "I won't argue anything because I am the person chosen by the Sea God."

"Undoubtedly, we have been oppressed by the Cyart people to the brink of life and death, and the future must be corrected by me, rectifying the already chaotic world."

"Everything is the choice of the Sea God, and you are about to witness it."

Having said that, Ian turned without hesitation and walked towards the vast ocean behind him.

The hundreds of rebelling Sea God followers silently watched the scene, and the leading Extraordinary Exponents knew very well that the man would die once he entered the sea, as he had no ability to survive in the ocean.

Ian closed his eyes and silently prayed in the depths of his heart.

O great Lord of the Lost.

Please protect your people.

I will make all the children of the White Sea your most faithful servants.

Please grant me mercy!

Finally, he walked step by step into the seawater, his tall and lean body completely submerged by the ocean, disappearing from sight.

The leading rebel sneered, saying, "It seems our Sea God did not protect him."

"From now on…"

Just as the leading rebel was about to continue, suddenly someone beside him shouted,

"Look over there!"

The next instant, everyone saw a sight so astonishing, it seemed exaggerated!

They noticed a school of fish swimming unnaturally in the water, at times forming whirlpools, at times creating beautiful patterns, as if displaying extraordinary power within some divine oracle.

Suddenly, Ian, who had sunk into the sea, resurfaced!

He calmly stepped on the backs of the fish, and with each step he took, the school seemed to sense Ian's intentions, twisting like dancers and gradually forming a brand-new "staircase"!

With the staircase formed by the fish under his feet, Ian walked towards the shore with a calm and devout expression, his demeanor serene.

The spellbound Sea God Cult followers all kneeled down, terrified out of their wits, praying and begging for mercy.

"A miracle! Sea God, please forgive us; we did not know he was the one you chose!"

"A true miracle! It's a miracle! Your Majesty Sea God, we were deceived!"

"The Sea God protects him; Ian should indeed be our only Priest!"

The leading rebel was stunned for a moment, then suddenly bellowed,

"No, he must have used some kind of powerful Mysterious rare artifact, it's just extraordinary power, definitely not the protection of the Sea God!"

Above the sky, suddenly dark clouds gathered, casting a heavy shadow over the entire sky, as if even the earth trembled before it.

The leading rebel stared dumbfounded, trembling all over.

"What's happening?"

Suddenly, bolts of lightning sliced through the clouds like blades, and the rumbling sound of thunder was deafening, as if the gods themselves were roaring in anger!

Amidst the interwoven electric light, the earth seemed engulfed by this endless rage, all turning dark and majestic. The unexpected lightning and thunder shattered the tranquility, igniting lightning that terrified all insignificant beings!

Fierce lightning struck down, and amidst the flash of white light, it charred the leading rebel to a crisp on the spot!

After witnessing this scene, everyone was utterly convinced that the man was the favored one of the Sea God, and as Ian walked back from the ocean, everyone knelt before him in adoration, even willing to die for him.

"The Sea God has chosen me, and I will protect you in place of the great Him."

Ian slowly opened his arms, raised his head, and couldn't suppress the excitement deep inside.

O great Lord of the Lost!

Once again, I have witnessed Your mighty power!

Undoubtedly, You will always be the master of the White Sea! The people of the White Sea will become Your most faithful servants!