Above the Indian Ocean, a figure riding a cloud whistled past.
As Lin Qiye sped forward at full speed on the Somersault Cloud, he recalled his deal with Number 27.
Two hours earlier, when Lin Qiye had spoken the name of Loki, the God of Trickery, Number 27 had not asked a single question. He had merely nodded in silence before vanishing in a flash.
His decisiveness had even made Lin Qiye wonder if he had run into a con man.
After all, Lin Qiye had clashed with Loki several times already, and he knew full well just how troublesome Loki was.
In terms of direct combat power alone, Loki might not have ranked among the very best of the Lord Gods, but when it came to escaping and plotting schemes, almost no one could surpass him.
Even if Number 27 truly possessed the power to kill a Lord God, killing Loki would not be so simple... Still, as long as he could cause Loki some trouble, it would be a good thing.
By now, Lin Qiye had neared the sea region marked on No. 22's map. He reined in his scattered thoughts and focused on finding the King's Treasury.
He spread his Mental Power to its maximum range and searched across the sea bit by bit.
According to No. 22, the King's Treasury lay on the Divine Turtle's back. If that was the case, this turtle's body certainly could not be small; it should be easily visible to the naked eye.
More than ten minutes later, as if sensing something, Lin Qiye stopped above a massive island.
Although there were quite a few islands in this stretch of sea, the corrosiveness of the mist had left them all virtually barren. Only this island before him had certain areas covered