Jiang Qiao stood on the deck.
The records from that logbook surfaced in his mind once more.
"February twenty-second. Today, we witnessed a strange sight. The fog suddenly dispersed for a moment, revealing the heavens above. Yet there was neither sun nor moon in this sky, only countless stars."
"The stars were over a hundred times denser than those in the human world."
"They stretched across the heavens like a silver river, and they moved incredibly fast—their trajectories visible to the naked eye."
"Like hundreds of millions of fireflies dancing through the air..."
This passage.
Clearly described the world before his eyes.
But there was one difference.
The log had recorded what they saw after the fog dispersed, and the fog had quickly gathered again, restoring the endless white expanse.
At the time, the ship had still been sailing on the water.
And the ordinary crew members aboard had not immediately died.
"They might not have truly arrived in this world back then. Perhaps they merely saw some kind of illusion."
"But even if it was an illusion."
"It meant that, even in that era, this ship had already formed a connection with this world."
"All the tragedies aboard this ship."
"Came from that fog."
"The fog..."
"Back in the water domain, we also encountered that endless white fog..."
Jiang Qiao continued analyzing it in his mind.
He believed the problem was still the fog. Its appearance might have opened some kind of passage.
But another question arose.
What exactly was that fog?
Why had it appeared in an ordinary river back then?
And now.
Why had it appeared inside this great tomb?
Had the fog used this ship as a medium, following it into the tomb?
All of these were mysteries.
And... why had they come to