The journey aboard the Metal Life was quiet all the way through. Zhou Tong spent most of his time cultivating.
Although the distance between Purple Cloud City and Divine Wing City in Thundercloud Prefecture was eighteen billion li, that was only the straight-line distance. The Metal Life could not travel in a straight line, as it had to avoid obviously terrifying hazardous regions, as well as territories clearly claimed by supreme experts.
Along the way, Zhou Tong had seen several dangerous regions of Hell on the Karosa Continent alone, such as the Thunder Pool and the Dead Sea...
The Thunder Pool was a basin on the Karosa Continent, where violent lightning raged year-round. Even Seven-star Demons who entered could not come out. The Dead Sea, meanwhile, was a vast, deathly silent lake. Once one ventured deep inside, the soul would gradually weaken...
Life inside the Metal Life was peaceful. Although they encountered countless blind bandits and robbers along the way, each time, as long as a few Highgod Demons went out, those bandits would immediately flee in all directions in terror.
Time drifted by, and in the blink of an eye, thirty years had passed. The journey had been as steady as could be.
Even Zhou Tong began to wonder if he had guessed wrong. There had not been the slightest disturbance along the way, and he had not even had a single chance to make an appearance.
Surely they weren't scared off by my name? Zhou Tong was somewhat puzzled.
He was not considered famous in Hell. He was merely very well-known within Purple Cloud City, and could only be considered slightly famous in Jinyan Prefecture. Across all of Hell, he was a complete nobody.
Time drifted by, and another three years passed in the blink of an eye.