The Boat of Death continued surging upstream toward the Fourth Sequence.
Even something as powerful as the Boat of Death could not accomplish this with a whoosh and a flash of white light.
Of course, traveling from the Fourth Sequence to the Fifth Sequence was an entirely different matter.
Time had no meaning here. There was no concept of how long the journey had already taken or how much longer remained.
Perhaps they would arrive in the next moment. Perhaps, in the next moment, they still would not.
Perhaps they would never arrive at all.
As for how much time it had actually taken, that could only be calculated after reaching the Fourth Sequence. Here, there was only one concept of time: the next moment.
Zhang Yang understood this, so he was not worried in the slightest. As long as they did not encounter that robber chain from before, nothing else would pose a problem.
Thus, he pondered many things, even replaying his thousands of years of memories 9,280 times.
The next moment, the view ahead suddenly cleared. The temporal mist vanished, and an immense, unparalleled force of rules came crushing toward them.
Zhang Yang did not dodge. He faced it calmly, like a law-abiding citizen smiling as he handed his household register, identity card, marriage certificate, and so on to a police officer. After all, he had the confidence to do so.
Not only did he have a household registration in the Fourth Sequence, but he also held noble status.
Sure enough, in an instant, like a gentle breeze brushing past, nothing happened. Zhang Yang's Three-Leaf True Spirit was completely acknowledged by the architectural rules of the Fourth Sequence, while simultaneously receiving the recognition of the laws of the main branch of the River of Time.
At the same