Chen Shi and the others climbed ashore, sopping wet and looking rather disheveled. Gouzi shook its body vigorously, spraying water everywhere again.
Chen Shi wiped the water from his face and watched the departing ship.
The speed of the Great Ming treasure ship was astonishing, and at this rate, it would likely reach the estuary of the Dejiang River before long, sailing into the boundless darkness and entering uncharted waters.
Could this ship really carry the True King's corpse through the boundless, infinite Sea of Darkness to find the Ancestral Land Divine Continent?
Would the soldiers on board be able to handle all kinds of dangers in the sea?
Did they know the way home?
Yet, the Great Ming had not had any contact with the Western Ox Continent for over six thousand years.
What on earth had happened to the Great Ming?
Did the Great Ming still exist?
Or had it already been reduced to ashes by decay, like other dynasties recorded in history books?
All kinds of contemplative thoughts arose in Li Tianqing's heart as well. Reaching a deeply emotional point, he murmured, "I want so much to cast everything aside, return to that ship, and follow these Great Ming soldiers back to the ancestral land to witness its magnificent landscapes. When I landed on that soil, I would shout loudly to the people there: I am a descendant of Huaxia, and I come from the Western Ox Continent! My ancestors crossed the oceans, braved hardships and difficulties, opened up new territories, and fought against evil spirits, carving out a new homeland there!"
Chen Shi abruptly interrupted his reverie, saying, "Tianqing, your Fourth Uncle and your Third Uncle are still on that ship."
The heroic spirit in Li Tianqing's chest was instantly choked back.
Not only were Li