Guding was ultimately too naive in his thinking. As the small boat followed the current downstream, the water flow became increasingly turbulent, and each wave was more formidable than the last.
At first, the waves were only a few meters high, but after the small boat traveled a certain distance, they surged to dozens of meters, and were still growing.
The small boat could only bob up and down in the golden seawater like a rootless duckweed, as Guding's body was almost thrown out several times.
Having lost the power of Divine Origin and the strength of his Physical Body, he had become virtually like a mortal, unable to fly, and it was difficult even to stand steady on the rocking boat.
"Get through this, and everything will be fine!" Guding tightly grasped the boat's railings on both sides.
But after all, he had become a mortal body, and each rise and fall of the boat placed a tremendous burden on his body.
