Across the sea.
There was an island here, too.
Its area, the sand and stones on it, even the kinds of trees, were all much the same as those on the small island where Gu Qingshan and the others were.
No living creatures inhabited such a desolate island.
Seabirds only passed by from time to time.
At that moment, three other outsiders stood on the island's beach.
The Soul Screamer, with the faces of both a man and a woman.
The God of Life, covered in black tentacles.
And the Flame Corpse, wrapped in chains—the Flame Walker.
Together, they gazed at the wooden boat before them.
"According to Chaos's instructions, only two people can ride this 'Ferry Fish,'" said the God of Life.
The Soul Screamer stared at it with a scrutinizing gaze for a while, then looked toward the Flame Walker.
"Is there no other way?"
It asked its two attendants.
The God of Life said nothing. Hundreds of its tentacles blurred as they shot toward the center of the island.
It cut down one tree after another and swiftly assembled them into a raft.
"Come."
The God of Life spoke softly.
The raft flew through the air and landed on the surface of the sea.
Smack!
A powerful current surged from the water and smashed the raft apart.
—It seemed that wouldn't work.
The Flame Walker pondered. "Since this boat can only carry two living beings, I think I may have a way."
"What way?"
The Flame Walker said, "I am a Flame Corpse to begin with. I can simply enter a state of death."
"That makes sense. That way, you won't count as a living being," the Soul Screamer said in a male voice.
The Flame Walker stepped forward and sat in the boat.
Suddenly, the flames