Danger, Danger, Extreme Danger!

Faced with Old Horse's breakneck speed, the crew could only stare blankly as he left them behind.

Even a ship this large couldn't possibly overtake Old Horse, no matter how desperately it burned spirit stones.

Unless a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator carried the massive ship and ran across the surface of the sea.

Old Horse didn't care in the slightest about the three large ships. His four hooves flew, and every so often he let out a cheerful whinny.

The Dragon Horse Tribe was located south of the East Sea. After leaving the harbor, Old Horse headed straight south.

Ming City Harbor was still three hundred li from the East Sea. Those three hundred li lay within Great Xia's borders, but Great Xia found the three-hundred-li-wide stretch of ocean difficult to administer. After all, Great Xia couldn't issue exit documents on the surface of the sea, so it merely sent cultivators to patrol the waters periodically.

After Old Horse ran three hundred li, mist rose from the surface of the sea, making it impossible to distinguish direction.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou found the scene strangely familiar. On their way to the Demon Region, they had encountered something similar; they had needed to pass through the mist to reach the Demon Region.

Old Horse was thoroughly familiar with the sea mist. He could reach the East Sea with his eyes closed.

"It looks like mist has been arranged in all four directions—east, west, north, and south." Meng Jingzhou made a guess. "But what's the purpose?"

"They probably don't want ordinary people to know that the world they live in is inside a huge box," Lu Yang said. So far, the mist didn't seem to have any harmful effects.

"A box? What are you two talking about?" Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou