The Flying Swallow Islands were situated in an extremely remote location!
Luo Chen had known this from the beginning, but after making half a circuit through the North Sea Cultivation World, the impression had only deepened.
There were basically no large nearby sea regions suitable for cultivation, and even formidable cultivators were few and far between.
Outsiders were rarely seen as well.
Had they not relied on Luo Chen's name back then to establish a merchant group that regularly traveled to other prosperous regions, even their communication with the outside world might have been extremely closed off.
That was also why Yan Nantian had been able to hide away in the Flying Swallow Islands and evade the Devilbreak Sect's pursuit back then.
Aside from the sparse Spirit Veins, the reason for this situation was also related to the ocean at their backs, one perpetually shrouded in dense fog.
It was called the Southern Ocean, bordering both the Southern Border and the Eastern Wasteland.
No one knew whether that dense fog was the poisonous gu mist of the Southern Border or the ghostly nether mist of the Eastern Wasteland's Ming Abyss. In any case, few dared to cross the Southern Ocean.
On this day.
A figure slowly emerged upon the sea horizon at the border between the Southern Ocean and the Northern Sea.
He wore white robes bound with a red sash, his long hair tied behind him. His black eyes were like the Cold Pool Abyss, calm yet concealing endless blazing heat.
It was none other than Luo Chen.
He gazed at the faintly drifting black mist, as if he stood upon the dividing line between life and death.
Drawing a deep breath, Luo Chen waved his hand to disperse the black mist and stepped inside.
The sea breeze blew,