Night, South Pacific.
Zhu Tianlin walked on the surface of the sea, gazing at the starry sky.
This place is 5100 nautical miles away from the nearest city, and a fast boat would take about 10 days to reach.
The nearest island, Bunape Island, is only a little over a thousand nautical miles away, making it an existence akin to Nemo Point.
"Due to the influence of the seal, those clansmen of mine who are still alive are now all trapped in the so-called Pocket Space, and without the right celestial phenomena, there's no way to completely undo the seal."
Zhu Tianlin arrived at a suitable spot, his chest eye shining brightly, as if sensing something.
An invisible force plunged into the seabed, forcibly churning the seawater.
Instantly, a massive vortex appeared on the surface, and with the vortex as the center, the water surface began to rapidly descend.
