A Reminder
Though most of the black tide before him was Nine Nether Weak Water that had been greatly diluted, the fact that a tiny wooden boat, seemingly no different from ordinary timber, could float atop it was enough to astonish Lu Xiaotian.
The shadow of the middle-aged monk aboard the boat said nothing. He simply rowed up close to Lu Xiaotian and stopped.
After a brief moment's thought, Lu Xiaotian leaped into the air and landed on the boat.
The boat turned around atop the black tide and drifted slowly forward with the waves. It seemed to travel across the black tide for several years, yet it also seemed as though only an instant had passed.
The waves roared without end. Suddenly, with a hum, a portal rose into view. Within it, an entire army of immortals was battling hordes of monks. The monks were clearly losing ground. Tens of thousands of immortal soldiers had already cut into their great formation like a sharp blade.
"Amitabha. I beg you, benefactor, to avert this calamity brought by the immortal army and the Devil Race." The monk of light and shadow pressed his palms together and bowed to Lu Xiaotian.
"This... The Buddhist sect has deep foundations here, yet even with those foundations, it can't fully withstand the immortal army and the Devil Race. With the Great Xia on the brink of collapse, how could one man like me turn the tide?" The sight of the densely packed immortal soldiers made Lu Xiaotian's scalp prickle. It seemed the other party had recognized him because of the crystal grain formed from the purple-green wooden fish inside him. Still, Lu Xiaotian had expected that even if the other party didn't hand over the treasures hidden here, he would at least invite him to