"That's... the institute?"
The thick fog roiled, and the ruins floating on the water gradually transformed into intact buildings.
It didn't take long.
Several buildings resembling laboratories appeared ahead.
One of them had its main entrance wide open.
The hall, half-submerged in seawater, was pitch-black, yet it gave off the feeling that something was hiding inside, peering out at the world.
"Be careful."
"This should be one of the Return Journey Research Institute's experimental bases."
Yang Ling reminded them again.
Then he turned and explained to Jiang Qiao, "The Return Journey Research Institute suffered several devastating blows during the Nether Era, so they divided themselves into several parts and hid them in different regions of the Nether Sea."
"When the Nether Era ended."
"Part of the institute was preserved."
"This should be one of them."
"But some things can't be avoided. If I remember correctly, this ruins graveyard was born several centuries after the end of the Nether Era. In other words, this institute should have been destroyed around that time."
"But it might not have been destroyed here."
"The buildings around us all look different. Some of the destroyed Civilization Remains may have drifted here for some reason, forming this graveyard on the sea."
"The Return Journey Research Institute is very strange."
"We'd better stay alert."
As they spoke.
Jiang Qiao felt a strange stir in his heart. The feeling of being watched grew increasingly intense. But whether it was the seawater of the Nether Sea, the Thick Fog, or the environment here, everything heavily interfered with the supernatural.
Even with his Dual Pupils.
He could only vaguely see something moving beneath the surface of the water in the hall.
But it was indistinct.
He couldn't make out what it was.
The fleet proceeded in an orderly fashion.
It