The way ahead was shrouded in darkness, sunlight utterly absent, with heavy fog and chilling Yin wind howling ceaselessly.
The fleet halted, staring into the abyssal blackness. Zheng He furrowed his brows in deep thought.
"Master Marshal, perhaps we should turn back. The path ahead seems to lead nowhere."
The supervising eunuch trembled violently, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
"Turn back? And leave the Jade Seal unaccounted for? How could I possibly retreat!"
Zheng He declared resolutely.
The last stop, Tianfang Country, was already at the farthest reaches of the Western Heaven.
Yet even in Tianfang Country, the Imperial Jade Seal could not be found. Against all advice, Zheng He decided to press further westward.
Crash!
The fleet plunged into this pitch-black realm.
The surrounding Yin wind roared, echoing eerie wails like the cries of ghosts and wolves.
"This is Fengdu Ghost Nation!"
Heavenly Master Zhang suddenly exclaimed.
