The boundless North Sea stretched to the horizon, its surface deep as ink, smooth as a mirror from afar.
Yet up close, that mirror-smooth surface suddenly shattered into countless raging waves and swells.
At times they surged, at times they heaved, at times they raised crests several, even over ten meters high, like a monster capable of devouring countless lives at any moment.
However, at this moment, the North Sea's surface was not merely filled with waves reaching the sky—mist also stretched endlessly across it.
The boundless mist and waves had turned this stretch of sea into a forbidden zone for ships.
The moment one seagoing fleet spotted the far-reaching mist, it hurriedly changed course.
Many long-distance vessels had spotted this moving expanse of mist and turbulence early on, and had likewise given it a wide berth.
Fortunately, this was the Primordial Continent. Virtually every fleet sent Mystic Palace Realm or World King Realm guards ahead to scout the way and avoid danger.
These seafaring captains were all vastly experienced. Naturally, they understood that such persistent, moving mist and waves were rarely a natural phenomenon.
Whenever this occurred, it usually meant that powerful Water Clan members were acting or even marching, or that some great expert was cultivating a secret art or divine ability. The farther one stayed away, the better.
Otherwise, every last one of them would be buried in the sea.
However, if one drew close enough, one could hear strange, exceedingly clamorous sounds coming from within the mist.
Drawing even closer, one would hear the noisy chatter, laughter, curses, fighting, and even shouted commands of countless living beings.
Yet all these countless sounds mingled with the roar of the waves and vanished without a trace in an instant.
If anyone dared to venture deep into the waves,