"Crash!"
"Crash—crash—"
"Whoosh—"
The waves battered the hull as howling, sinister winds carried a bone-chilling cold.
This was the third day since Jiang Qiao had left the island.
Several days had passed.
Bo Xia's condition remained abnormal, as though he had gone senile. He neither spoke nor worked, only hiding in a corner and trembling. Seeing that communication was no longer possible, Jiang Qiao stopped wasting time.
To reach the Yellow Springs Road, he had to cross the sea.
Yang Ling had prepared an exceptionally fine sailing ship for Jiang Qiao.
It was wooden.
Not very large.
But it had excellent concealment.
When sailing through the Depths of the Nether Sea, if one had only a single ship, a wooden vessel was the best choice. In this location, one's primary goal was not to fight anyone, but to evade the gazes lurking beneath the sea.
A specially treated wooden ship could easily be mistaken by the evil creatures in the sea for a broken plank.
They would simply ignore it.
By comparison.
Metal warships possessed greater combat power and were suited for organized deployments. After all, a properly organized fleet would inevitably possess tremendous vital energy and blood. Even wooden ships could not conceal the "human scent."
Thus, the ships' combat power and defensive strength had to be increased.
That was the difference in choice.
Jiang Qiao was powerful.
He also possessed the Taboo Weapon.
He had no need for a warship to increase his strength. Instead, he needed to minimize troublesome battles as much as possible.
A wooden ship.
Was the perfect thing!
At that moment, Jiang Qiao held Fish Master in his hand. A faint guiding sensation, invisible and intangible, like a transparent thread, directed the sailboat toward the Yellow Springs Road.
The winds and waves on the