The jade boat flew swiftly over the East Sea.
After the revival of the Immortal Dao Dragon Vein, this once extremely perilous and vast sea region had, on the contrary, become much safer due to the influx of cultivators from various realms.
The monster beasts in the sea no longer dared to casually attack passing humans, fearing they might provoke powerful experts they could not afford to offend.
At the same time, the Du'e Temple, Dao Palace, and Lei Xiao Sect, which occupied the three islands, were also reshaping the order on the sea.
It was only a matter of time and the division of internal powers before the East Sea and its surrounding lands evolved into a large-scale living realm.
The prerequisite was that the Ghost Realm of the dead would allow them to carve up the territory without lifting a finger.
Tang Wanzhou sat by the ship's rail, holding the Divine Snow Sword level.
She wiped it repeatedly, then stared at the cold glint on the blade's edge, her eyes filled with fighting spirit and killing intent.
Suddenly, she said, "I cannot cross a realm to fight a Disciple of the Son of Heaven. My strongest strike only left a bloody scratch. Qin Zhengyang's strength can't be much weaker than Wenren Tinghai's."
Li Weiyi stood at the bow, glancing back at her.