Almost at the same time, amidst the Boundless Sea, a Spirit Ship braved the waves, its speed as fast as lightning, shooting toward the direction of Golden Dawn Island.
Standing on the deck at the bow, Chen Hai stood against the wind.
The cold wind brushed against his face, causing his clothes to make a rustling sound and his long hair to flutter wildly.
"Back when I was conscripted by the Heavenly Mansion, forced to leave the Territory of West Barbarian Mountain, inadvertently fifty years have passed."
"For us cultivators, time indeed is the least valuable thing."
"But I wonder, over these years, how has the Black Water Immortal Mountain lineage I established developed!"
With a sigh, Chen Hai murmured with emotion.
Based on his own cultivation technique, he can actually sense that now there are over a thousand forces that constantly traverse the void and nourish him, enhancing his power.
