Over the boundless sea in the southeast of the Xuanwu Continent, ripples suddenly spread through the air in midair.
It was not the turbulence of wind and waves, but space itself gently rippling like water, twisting and folding.
The next instant, a slender figure fell heavily from a rift in the void. His toes lightly touched the sea, sending out a faint ring of waterlight. It was Qin He, who had crossed domains through teleportation.
He had already entered the Saint Tier, yet this ultra-long-distance teleportation across ten thousand miles of sea still stirred a wave of dizziness deep within his mind.
Fortunately, the dizziness lasted only a brief breath.
After that breath, the murkiness in Qin He's eyes completely faded. His gaze regained its clarity, and he drew in all the aura around him, steady as an ancient reef.
He raised his eyes and looked around. Before him still stretched the vast blue sea, its emerald waves extending to the horizon and its tides rolling endlessly, looking no different from the waters he had fled before.
Yet with only the slightest release of his senses, the difference became obvious at a glance.
Here, strands of spiritual energy lingered around him. With every breath, rich spiritual power flowed through his mouth and nose, along his meridians, and into his limbs and bones.
Even the sea breeze brushing against his skin carried a warm, gentle touch of spiritual power. Unlike the winds of the previous sea region, it was not merely biting and fierce, devoid of all nourishing force.
This clearly meant he was close to a vast stretch of land.
Qin He slowly closed his eyes and silently spread out his divine sense.
An instant later, his tightly drawn back finally eased.
That fatal sense of danger, like a thorn