Advancing to the Cosmic Sea

"So that was it. Not a single one of those human Saint Spirit Warlocks walked the world because they had sealed themselves away, accumulating strength, planning to appear at the most critical moment in their peak condition."

"That means the Lord of Death inside that Golden Coffin had originally intended to keep itself sealed within the coffin forever. If those terrifying Warlock Emperor-level beings had not acted, we alone probably could never have broken through its defensive barrier. We might even have become nourishment for it while it slept."

Yang Feng's heart stirred slightly as he recalled the rivers of the Netherworld that stretched across the sky, seemingly everywhere.

Those Cosmic Sea mighty figures had slaughtered one another madly over the Nine Radiance Life-Death Fruit. Most of the souls of the fallen had been drawn into the rivers of the Netherworld, becoming nourishment for them.

The Golden Coffin had also lain beneath those rivers, forming an incomparably strange symbiotic relationship with them.

Now that Yang Feng thought about it carefully, if that unidentified Warlock Emperor from the Endless Abyss Plane had not acted, it would have been as difficult as ascending to heaven for Yang Feng and the others to break the barrier formed by the Lord of Death's coffin.

Shi Xue spread her jade-like hand, and a dazzling astral coordinate symbol appeared in her palm. "Brother, what you lack most right now is time. This is a plane located within a fissure of the universe. The flow of time there is one thousand to one compared to the Azure Plane. A thousand years there are equivalent to only one year in the Azure Plane. These are that plane's coordinates."

Yang Feng tapped the symbol with one finger, and astral coordinates appeared within his sea of consciousness. "A time flow