Splash, splash.
Fine tidal waves lapped against the vessel. It was a massive, ancient fishing boat piled from mud, like a vast whale-shaped island carrying an enormous extraordinary world on its back.
In the Chaos Sea, there was no distinction between day and night.
Everything was gray and hazy, with endless mist rising and falling, creating a chaotic sense of shadows intertwined with midnight.
"Our great Lord of the Multiverse, cutter of spacetime, heedless traveler from another land, Mickley Your Highness, lead us to conquer the multiverse!"
Within the mist, a Saint spoke in a low voice upon the deck.
Around him stood the Tenth-Order Descendants in orderly ranks.
They too were Saints, but Saints without Great Dao Seats.
Their expressions were complicated yet excited. They knew that the great existence of their universe had achieved considerable results in that Parallel Universe, subduing a civilization known as Burning Calamity and even establishing a harbor base to receive and ferry them over.
Splash, splash.
The Saint addressed the Tenth-Order Descendants. "Seek truth, thirst for blood. The wreckage of the old universe will eventually rot into ash. We shall become shining Stars, ignite the universe where we attain the Dao, and become new supreme Saints of the Great Dao!"
While this speech was taking place, the other Saints stood on the mist-shrouded deck and fished.
This was the deep sea of Chaos. Normally, even Saints had no chance to come here. Only during the long journey across Parallel Universes did they have an opportunity to touch the deep sea and fish.
Splash, splash.
The Saints chatted idly.
"Deep within this Chaos Sea Area lie countless treasures. You can see many unimaginable things. Below us are heaps of decayed ironware, statues, weapons, wreckage from old World Crossing Ships, relics of ancient world civilizations...