Thunder boomed and lightning flashed, raging across the distant clouds.
Towering waves surged across the sea, as though some giant beast were roaring furiously beneath the water.
The spirit vessel carrying Lin Bai was like a lone boat, speeding helplessly and utterly alone through this restless, turbulent world.
After entering the Nine Demon Sea, Qin Yao activated the spirit vessel's defensive formation to withstand the thunderbolts from above and the surging seawater.
The journey was fraught with danger, but fortunately, the spirit vessel was quite safe.
Lin Bai and Fang Yuanshu stood on the deck, gazing at the distant line where thunder and waves intertwined between sea and sky.
Suddenly, a massive wave rose ahead and shot straight toward the spirit vessel.
When the giant wave reached the vessel, it abruptly stopped. A handsome young man holding a Steel Fork stepped onto the crest and stared coldly at the spirit vessel.
The man had a burly build, handsome features, fair skin, swordlike brows, and bright, starry eyes. He looked no different from a human martial artist.
He wore a blue-green robe patterned with waves, a beautiful jade pendant at his waist, and earrings dangling from his ears. He looked like an aristocratic young master.
The three-pronged Steel Fork in his hand gleamed with a cold, merciless edge that made people shrink back in fear.
"Are you fellow Daoists from the Tianshui Sect?"
The young man standing atop the giant wave asked coldly.
Before Lin Bai and Fang Yuanshu could respond, Qin Yao emerged from the cabin, cupped her hands in greeting, and calmly replied, "That's right. May I ask why you have blocked our path?"
The young man said coldly, "Our Flood Dragon Clan is hunting traitors in the Nine Demon Sea. We have already cast a net over the