"This is the True Intent Small Boat..."
The small boat formed from the True Meaning of Dao's Naturalness looked almost tangible and could be touched.
Luo Zheng reached out and knocked on the gunwale. To his surprise, a faint wooden echo rang out.
He naturally knew this was absolutely not a real object. In fact, even his own body had been formed from his soul, so the True Intent Small Boat was likely something conjured through a specific method.
"This sea..."
The last time Luo Zheng entered the Sea of True Meaning, he had seen a red ocean. This time, however, it was a vast azure sea.
The sea radiated an overwhelming aura, as if the profound mysteries of the entire Primordial Chaos had been condensed within it.
"Whoosh..."
The surface of the sea ahead suddenly churned, and a gust of sea wind swept over.
Luo Zheng, standing on the True Intent Small Boat, immediately felt a bone-chilling cold!
The chill blew directly across the surface of his Yang Soul before penetrating straight into the depths of his soul, making Luo Zheng shiver uncontrollably.
"No wonder one must cultivate a Yang Soul to cross the Sea of True Meaning. If one's soul hasn't reached great fulfillment and one hasn't cultivated a Yang Soul, an ordinary soul simply wouldn't be able to withstand this gust of wind. It would probably shatter on the spot!"
Only then did Luo Zheng understand why those people had advanced so laboriously through the Sea of True Meaning.
The difficulty of crossing the Sea of True Meaning with one's soul was probably far greater than doing so with one's physical body.
"Splash!"
Just then, Luo Zheng heard a rush of water from his left.
A blurry small boat appeared out of thin air and dropped into