Lin Xuan had no idea that the Sea Race woman he had saved possessed such an extraordinary identity. At this very moment, the Spirit Boat had long since shot tens of thousands of li away.
At such a vast distance, even though Lin Xuan's cultivation far surpassed that of cultivators at the same rank, the range of his divine sense was still nowhere near that extent.
On the Spirit Boat, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged. The scene that had just occurred had long since been thrown beyond the highest clouds, and he was now listening as the old man continued describing the situation in this realm.
Time passed bit by bit just like that.
Over the next half month, the Spirit Boat almost never stopped, and there were not many islands along the way. Even the sparse few they occasionally encountered were the kind completely devoid of human habitation.
This greatly surprised Lin Xuan, but he soon understood the secret behind it.
Because not long afterward, they encountered several sea beasts in succession. Though their ranks were not high, since such vicious creatures existed, the nearby deserted islands were naturally unsuitable for mortals to inhabit.
After all, without immortal cultivators, even when facing a first-rank sea beast, they would have no strength to fight back at all and could only end up as food in the other party's belly.
As for the concentration of spiritual energy nearby, by the standards of the Human World, it was still quite decent. But cultivators of the Spirit World simply would not think anything of it. Let alone sects and clans—even Rogue Cultivators would not choose such a remote, barren place to open a cave residence.
Because the environment was special for cultivators of the East Sea, with countless fierce wild beasts in the ocean,