The Long Dragon Immortal River stretched majestically across the entire wasteland.
The December weather had already turned chilly. A breeze swept across the River Surface, carrying a cold that made people instinctively hunch their necks.
It was the least suitable season for travel—the winter when all living things instinctively rested.
On the Dragon Scale River.
A fleet stretching for several miles was steadily moving forward. The crew members visible everywhere had already changed into thick, warm cotton clothes.
Hundreds of small boats led the way, with over a hundred large ships bringing up the rear.
Compared with three months ago, when the fleet had just set out, the vessels of the Tian Yuan Fleet had lost their pristine appearance through constant sailing and fighting.
Most of the ships now bore clearly visible patches and scars on their exteriors.
Even the stern of the flagship cruiser in the center of the fleet had an obvious black gap that had yet to be fully repaired.
Yet precisely because of this, the fleet had lost some of its ostentation and gained a measure of composure.
It had shed its former refinement and gained a ferocity that made people's hearts tremble.
On the deck.
Su Mo took the cup of hot ginger tea a guard had brought him. Leaning against the railing, he took a light sip. The tea, rich with ginger, slid straight down his throat and brought up a soothing warmth.
Time on a voyage had no reference points and passed extraordinarily quickly. A single journey often took three to five days to reach its destination.
Over the past three months, Su Mo had already traveled two-thirds of the route down the Long Dragon Immortal River from the Tian Yuan Territory by various means.
The destination of this trip, the Dragon Tail