Eastern Li War Zone.
The sea breeze was gentle, and the waves were calm.
Weather like this could be considered exceptionally pleasant.
Liu Yan strolled along the crowded rocky beach, listening to the rolling sea tide, yet he still felt an intense sense of unreality.
Before setting out from the Clear Micro Profound Palace, the sentence this Warrior had heard most often was—Abyssal Mist Realm was an extremely dangerous place.
All kinds of rumors circulating within the Profound Palace explained this point from every angle.
For example.
"Never go near the shore. A big fish might leap out of the sea at any moment and drag you underwater. Even warriors face considerable danger."
Liu Yan looked toward the shore, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
As far as the eye could see.
Crowds of people strolled along the coast. Women playing with their children were everywhere, and the place was extraordinarily lively.
Many children ran barefoot through the waves, mischievously stomping on the splashing water as their laughter rang without end.
This was fucking called "the shore is dangerous"? Were they screwing with him?
And then there was this.
"All Sea Race members in Abyssal Mist Realm harbor intense hostility toward the Myriad Radiance People. You must be careful whenever you encounter the Sea Race!"
Liu Yan shifted his gaze again, letting it drift toward the surging sea.
He could vaguely make out.
A few graceful figures darting swiftly beneath the water.
Everyone knew that they belonged to a Sea Race called the Flower Nacre Tribe.
The shores around the various lotus islands had become so safe that even children dared to play by the sea, all thanks to their diligent patrols.
Recalling the rumors from the Profound Palace, Liu Yan shook his head in utter speechlessness.
This was