On a small island floating within the Endless Sea, Bodhi Patriarch sat alone atop Mount Fangcun. Yet what was imprinted in his open eyes was the sight of a ship drifting aimlessly across the Endless Sea.
"This young man should be the friend Jia Xin mentioned. What a strange boy. He shares similarities with many powerful figures I have known, yet possesses something uniquely his own. He is even more mysterious than Jia Xin described—a young man with a story."
In the blink of an eye, Bodhi Patriarch vanished from the summit of Mount Fangcun.
During an hour of drifting through the Endless Sea, Zhang Chen found nothing noteworthy apart from the spiritual matter mixed into the seawater.
Suddenly, a breeze swept past. Zhang Chen felt some discomfort in his eyes and rubbed them with his fingers. When his vision cleared again, a white-bearded old man was already seated at the bow. The perception Zhang Chen had spread out had received no feedback whatsoever.
Zhang Chen was not overly surprised. He merely fixed the other man with a grave gaze.
Neither flesh-and-blood perception, soul insight, nor consciousness extraction could penetrate the old man standing less than five meters away. The feeling he gave Zhang Chen could only be described in two words—mysterious.
"A remarkably calm young man. What brings you to the Endless Sea?"
"I came in search of a creature called Cthulhu."
Zhang Chen answered with great respect. He had already guessed the old man's identity. Among the supreme experts of the Endless Sea, Bodhi Patriarch was the only possibility. As for why the man had appeared before him of his own accord, that remained to be seen.
"Then you must be seeking help with artifact forging..." Bodhi Patriarch directly guessed Zhang Chen's purpose in looking for Cthulhu.
"Could