The Epic Dragon Titan

Ilvest left, taking his fiancée, Faye, the Seraphim sister who got along very well with Muria. The two cloud cities broke through the world's barriers and returned to the Boundless Heaven.

Only Mikaela's cloud city remained, floating alone above Sinaps. However, this solitude did not last long. The twelve cloud cities promised by the Seraphim clan as compensation arrived.

Whether intentionally or not, these twelve standard cloud cities arrived at night. They broke through the world's barriers from the void and descended above Sinaps. As they landed, they trailed long comet tails, creating a spectacular sight that startled the entire Orbis continent.

Any force with a bit of observational capability knew that in the western part of the continent, there was an unknown territory controlled by a newly arrived powerful force.

Of course, the truly top-tier forces, such as the churches of the benevolent gods, knew exactly who ruled that territory. So, after Mikaela's twelve cloud cities descended, many forces came to visit Muria. However, not many could actually reach Sinaps.

Muria didn't have the time to pay attention to any of this, including the arrival of Mikaela's twelve cloud cities. He didn't even go to see them in person because he was busy merging with the medium-sized demiplane given to him by Ilvest to balance the death energy eroding his body.

As the Seraphim's chosen leader of the younger generation, Ilvest was indeed generous. He said it was a medium-sized demiplane, and it truly was, without any falsehood. A medium-sized demiplane is a general term. 

Demiplanes are classified by size: micro, small, medium, large, and super large. A micro demiplane covers an area of less than 10,000 square kilometers, a small demiplane covers 10,000 to 100,000 square kilometers, and so on. A medium-sized demiplane covers an area of 100,000 to 1,000,000 square kilometers.

Ordinary deities' divine realms generally barely reach the standard of a large demiplane, while powerful deities' realms start at super large demiplanes, far surpassing ordinary gods.

Ilvest's gift was a medium-sized demiplane close to 1,000,000 square kilometers, almost the size of some small principalities, which was extremely lavish.

Muria initially only wanted a small demiplane from Mikaela. Ilvest's gift far exceeded his expectations. Honestly, even if Ilvest had given him a demiplane barely above 100,000 square kilometers, Muria couldn't have complained. After all, the oath he swore wasn't that significant.

"I knew this secret method had problems." Muria gritted his teeth as he barely managed to merge with the heavenly demiplane. He felt as if he were a person soaked in sulfuric acid, and due to his strong physique, the pain never diminished.

Muria's demiplane was now divided into three layers. The topmost was the heavenly demiplane, the middle layer was Muria's original demiplane teeming with life, with all kinds of creatures living harmoniously. In the center stood a towering mage tower. The bottom layer was a chaotic, deathly land composed of the ten port spaces plundered from Barbossa's Sea of Undead.

Due to the integration of the heavenly demiplane, the death energy from the bottom layer no longer permeated the original land, allowing plants to revive and grow naturally under the sunlight imbued with a hint of divine power.

"I brought this on myself." Muria opened his eyes in pain. His eyes were no longer the brilliant golden they once were. One eye was filled with deathly gray-black, showing a land covered in bones with countless wailing spirits. The other eye emitted pure white light, full of holiness.

Life and death, holiness and evil, two opposing forces clashed within Muria's body, causing him immense suffering.

Despite the pain, Muria noticed benefits. His strength was slowly increasing. The power that had broken through to the second rank of legend in battle was stabilizing, seemingly due to the holy and deathly forces within him.

His dual bloodlines were further awakening under the clash of these forces, unlocking more potential and starting to suppress the two opposing powers. It was like a sleeping dragon being awakened by fighting lions on its territory.

After enduring the initial month of pain, Muria's awakened bloodline power finally suppressed the two opposing forces. Having undergone this ordeal, Muria was now close to breaking through to the third rank of legend, but he suppressed the urge. As a long-lived species, rapid breakthroughs weren't good; he needed time to hone his power.

Now, he needed to address important matters, such as the inevitable retaliation from the lich he had robbed.

Muria didn't believe that after robbing a lich, nothing would happen. A peak legend lich with the potential to ascend to godhood wouldn't be so easily deterred. His lair had been emptied, and there would surely be retaliation.

"Mia!" Muria called his chief steward immediately after leaving his seclusion in the Wind King Castle. "Has anything significant happened recently? For example, any peak legend lich attacking us, or ghost ships scouting our territory?"

"Your Highness, there have been many human scouts around Sinaps, but no ghost ships," the dragon maid replied with a strange expression. She didn't know what her master had done, but she knew he had brought back nearly ten thousand ghost ships of various types and functions, ordering the alchemists of Sinaps to study them.

Mia had heard of ghost ship legends as a child, but she never imagined seeing so many at once, and they were all artificially crafted. According to Mia, each ghost ship was formed under unique circumstances, making them rare and unique. But Muria's haul was clearly mass-produced, indicating he had... exercised justice on a grand scale.

"No ghost ships?" Muria was puzzled. It didn't make sense. He had been so thorough in robbing Barbossa's lair, even uprooting its foundation. How could Barbossa not retaliate at all?

Due to the rush, Muria knew he had left many traces. If Barbossa wanted to find him, it was only a matter of time.

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"Retaliating against a Titan and two Seraphim requires careful planning." Despite his rage, Barbossa hadn't lost his reason. He didn't foolishly take his ghost fleet to trouble the Titan scion, even though he had mostly figured out the guy's location.

Barbossa knew that if he attacked, a group of chaotic entities would jump in to stop him, using the Titan's influence to unite and kill him, all to curry favor with the Titans.

"Death God, you think I'll let you have your way?" Barbossa's side erupted in tangible nether flames, causing the Sea of Undead to surge with monstrous waves.

"After this disaster, I can't become the next head of the Undead Council. Even if I wanted to, I'd have to wait another two thousand years. Damn it." Barbossa felt extremely agitated and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

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