The Three-God Sect is one of the most ancient martial arts sects in the Endless Sea. Since ancient times, the Three-God Sect has been divided into the Moon God, Star God, and Sun God.

These three gods possess the Star Soul, Flame Sun Soul, and Silver Moon Soul, respectively. All three are Saint-level Martial Souls, capable of the miraculous function of absorbing the essence of the sun, moon, and stars.

However, a thousand years ago, the three deities of the Three-God Sect clashed with the Nether People in the Seventh Layer of the Underworld and were severely wounded by the Abyssal Nether King. Since then, the three have never been reunited.

After that battle, the Moon God and Star God vanished, never to appear again in the Endless Sea. Only the Sun God returned to the Three-God Sect to continue leading it, but he, too, died silently three centuries later.

Since then, the strength of the Three-God Sect drastically declined, slowly fading from being one of the paramount powers in the Endless Sea. Yet, even so, within the Yuanluo Sea Domain, the Three-God Sect still firmly held sway over the Dongfang and Gu families.

Under the current Sun God, Tang Yuannan, the sect's influence has begun to gradually recover, once again ascending to the ranks of the top powers in the Endless Sea, becoming one of the forces least likely to be underestimated. The doctrine of the Three-God Sect was originally spread across three islands: Sun Island, Moon Island, and Star Island, arranged in a triangle with only a few dozen miles separating them.

Sun Island, Moon Island, and Star Island were the cultivation grounds of the three deities, historically sacred sites for the sect. Only core disciples were qualified to ascend these precious islands for rigorous ascetic training.

But because the Moon God and Star God had not appeared for so many years, the status of Moon Island and Star Island within the sect gradually diminished compared to Sun Island. For years, the center of power had remained on Sun Island, while Moon Island and Star Island became forbidden zones, where unauthorized personnel were not easily permitted to tread.

It wasn't until five years ago that Moon Island suddenly showed signs of resurgence. Lunar radiance began to illuminate the island, and disciples of the Three-God Sect possessing Moon-attribute Martial Souls were once again granted passage to Moon Island.

Rumors circulated in the outside world that a senior figure from the Moon God lineage of the Three-God Sect had returned, potentially reclaiming the supreme glory of the Moon God. But rumors are just rumors; even many sect members had never seen this legendary returning senior.

Naturally, those from other factions were even more ignorant of the facts. On this day, a Fire Qilin, its entire body surging with flames, suddenly descended upon Moon Island.

On a dark and windy night, the Fire Qilin’s flames were exceptionally conspicuous. Upon its back sat a man dressed in a plain cyan robe adorned with the pattern of the blazing sun.

His demeanor was calm and elegant as he slowly descended with the mythical beast. The Moon Bright Pool on Moon Island.

The milky white pool water was rich with spiritual energy, shrouded in a dense, swirling mist. Within the water rested a small pavilion made of warm jade, floating upon the surface.

When the Fire Qilin landed, the man in the cyan robe adopted a respectful posture, bowing slightly as he softly called out, "Ancestor Moon." The swirling spiritual mist seemed to come alive, suddenly gathering towards the warm jade pavilion. Amidst the dreamlike haze, brilliant moonlight refracted, brightly illuminating the somewhat dim surroundings, making the entire area appear bathed in cool moonlight.

A graceful, slender, and lovely figure was enveloped in the faint lunar glow, clad in a pure white gown. This garment was neither silk brocade nor linen cloth, but rather resembled the white clouds of heaven, swirling like ethereal vapor, appearing illusory and beautiful, accentuating the indistinct form to seem almost divine, possessing an unreal beauty.

Warm, jade-like moonlight spilled from the edges of her cloud-like dress, scattering like specks of light, or crystalline raindrops, dripping rhythmically onto the jade pavilion below, creating a crisp, clinking sound. "What brings you here?" The woman's voice, sweet yet cool, drifted out, tinged with a slight impatience.

"Haven't I told you? Do not disturb my solitary cultivation unless necessary." "There is a matter..." The Sun God of the Three-God Sect, Tang Yuannan, stammered slightly before continuing, "Masters from various factions across the Endless Sea have already converged on Sun Island to jointly discuss the grand strategy against the Demon Race.

Some faction leaders have also heard whispers of Ancestor Moon's return and wish to meet you. May I inquire about your decision, Ancestor Moon?" "I will not see them," the woman replied bluntly and coldly.

"I am at the cusp of the Heavenly Position peak, merely one step away from the Divine Conduit Realm. Before the Demon Race attacks, I must seize this time to push through this barrier with all my might.

I have no time to waste on those extraneous matters." "Ancestor Moon, when the Fire Qilin returned, it reported sensing... the aura of the Star Soul on a young man from the Yang family.

That young man will arrive at Sun Island soon. What are your orders regarding him?" Tang Yuannan hesitated before asking.

"Ouyang Zhi’s Star Soul Martial Sect..." The woman was clearly surprised. After a moment of stunned silence, she slowly nodded.

"If he is coming, and if you have truly detected our Three-God Sect's Star Soul within him, then bring him to Moon Island to see me. Other than him, I will receive no one else." "Understood." Tang Yuannan nodded.

He then sought her counsel on the true meaning behind some of the Three-God Sect’s ancient secret techniques before respectfully departing. On Sun Island of the Three-God Sect, figures milled about.

On the crimson towers carved with various Flame Sun stone patterns, martial artists in diverse attire, clearly belonging to different factions, could occasionally be spotted. For some unknown reason, the sunlight on Sun Island was always intensely strong.

This island, situated within the Endless Sea, seemed to be the closest to the sun, making the entire place scorching hot, like a tropical forest, replete with all manner of shrubs and plants. Many martial artists arriving from other seas were quite unaccustomed to the conditions.

They unlaced their heavy robes and removed their thick headwear to combat the heat. Numerous beautiful young women from the Yin-Yang Grotto-Heavens wore sheer gauze, or left their arms and legs bare, their graceful curves fully displayed.

Most of these maidens cultivated techniques that balanced Yin and Yang; their eyes were often glistening and incredibly alluring, making the male martial artists traveling the island feel the heat rise even further, their internal fires surging uncontrollably. On the sweltering island, there were also those who still wore heavy clothing.

Under the searing glare of the sun, they remained sinister and chilling, causing a sense of coldness to creep into one's heart. The disciples of the Corpse God Sect were precisely this type of individual.

The disciples of the Corpse God Sect, who controlled Corpse Slaves, were temporarily housed in the southwest corner of Sun Island. That area exuded a deathly chill; approaching martial artists would feel a blast of cold air against their faces, causing them to shiver involuntarily.

In a vivid red stone chamber, the Elder of the Corpse God Sect, Yin Hai, his eyes glowing faintly green, gently stroked an ice-cold Yin Wood Coffin before him with one withered hand, his concentration absolute. Two Yin Wood Coffins of similar size were placed within the stone chamber.

Both were sealed, yet a faint corpse miasma leaked from them. As the miasma seeped out, Yin Hai’s withered, claw-like hands would pull and clench, drawing the corpse qi into his sleeve openings, preventing even a single fraction from escaping.

"Crack! Crack!" Two distinct sounds emanated from the two Yin Wood Coffins.

As the noises sounded, Yin Hai’s heart suddenly shuddered, and his expression shifted slightly. These two Heavenly Corpses belonging to him had shown no abnormality since he captured and re-refined them at Burial Ground No.

93. They had displayed no emotional fluctuation, appearing to have truly returned to being normal Heavenly Corpses, moving obediently under his Corpse Control Arts.

Yet, he could never forget the resistance these two Heavenly Corpses showed him five years ago, nor the difficulty he faced capturing them then. Five years prior, these two Heavenly Corpses had suddenly emerged from the burial ground, acting under the direction of an outsider, massacring the Corpse God Sect disciples at Burial Ground No.

93. By the time he arrived, these two corpses even turned on him, fiercely resisting his control in a profound spiritual battle, determined to break free.

If not for the Corpse God Sect's bizarre secret methods, and if he hadn't long ago planted his unique Corpse Control Imprint within their bodies, he might not have regained mastery over them. However, after he regained control and re-refined them, these two Heavenly Corpses appeared to normalize, losing all traces of abnormal emotion.

Five years ago, the cause of this anomaly was inexplicable to anyone; it remained an unsolved mystery. Only Yin Hai himself vaguely suspected that these two Heavenly Corpses might have quietly awakened a sliver of consciousness, gradually evolving toward the rank of Corpse King.

Alas, for some unknown reason, this evolution was prematurely cut short just as it began. Five years later, just the previous night, while quenching the Heavenly Corpses using his usual methods, he once again sensed what seemed to be emotional fluctuations within them.

By today, the emotional stirring within the two corpses had become extremely obvious, and the resistance against his will was continuously strengthening. "Crack!

Crack!" Two more abnormal sounds echoed from within the Yin Wood Coffins. Yin Hai’s face changed.

He clutched his chest and took a deep breath. Forcibly suppressing the corpses' resistance, he muttered gloomily, "What is going on?

It has only been two thousand, three hundred and fifty-five years; this is nowhere near the time required to evolve into a Corpse King. Why?

Why is this happening..." "Shun Fu!" Just then, a low call came from outside, and a small, thin youth crept into the chamber, bowing subserviently. Yin Hai frowned.

He slammed his two withered, claw-like hands onto the two Yin Wood Coffins. The hundreds of streams of corpse qi that had been seeping out and drawn into his sleeves were instantly reinjected into the two coffins.

The coffins that had been clicking abruptly quieted down. "Did you find anything out?" Yin Hai withdrew his hands, his face dark, gazing steadily at the youth.

The youth shook his head, looking somewhat fearful. "I inquired with Guardian Li Zhuang and Sui Yueru from the Yin-Yang Grotto-Heavens on behalf of my master.

They said they do not know the origin of the young man involved in the incident at Burial Ground No. 93 back then.

However, they mentioned the woman accompanying him seemed to be a young lady from the Xia family, named Xia Xinyan." "The Xia family..." Yin Hai murmured to himself, his expression shifting between dark and thoughtful. After a long moment, he nodded.

"You may leave. You are strictly forbidden from mentioning anything I instructed you to do to anyone." "Your disciple understands." The youth backed away in alarm.