The Spiritual Boat departed from the coast.
The massive ram cleaved through the seawater, kicking up a churning wake. Several seagulls circled the sails, their crisp cries echoing in the air.
Chen Che stood on the deck, the sea breeze whipping his long hair about.
Meng Qianxun, Meng Changtu, Chen Xi, and the others all stood on deck, watching as the giant Spiritual Boat sailed into the storm-tossed Chaotic Sea Region. Thanks to the ship's Grand Array, the wind and rain were kept at bay.
'I wonder if we'll be able to find the ruins of the Undersea Palace.'
Chen Che couldn't help but wonder.
With the threat of Dan Xuanzi and his companions eliminated, this stretch of sea was no longer dangerous. Furthermore, as Chen Che recovered from his injuries, everyone grew restless and was unwilling to waste any more time on the reef.
After some discussion, they decided to venture into the Chaotic Sea Region.
