Another month passed.
On a great island in the Deep Sea Region, spanning a thousand li in every direction, the land stretched endlessly at a glance, like a continent.
At this moment,
A ripple of spatial disturbance suddenly trembled through the high altitude amid the clouds, and Zhang Qingyuan's figure appeared.
"What exactly are these Sea Clan doing?"
His gaze swept over the land below, as though piercing through layers of void. The dense clouds could not obstruct him in the slightest, allowing him to easily see everything happening on the island.
At this moment,
Near what resembled a dock on the island below, as the water surface continually parted, white "boats" of varying sizes and strange shapes emerged endlessly from the seabed. Their construction was exceedingly crude, resembling the skeletal frames of wild beasts forged directly from the bones of cattle, sheep, and the like.
Then, one after another, young and strong members of the Sea Clan emerged from those submarine-like creations filled with alien styles. From the small island at the harbor, they gathered into a long, ant-like procession, winding endlessly toward the center of the island like ants.
"So many young and strong members of the Sea Clan... could this be some festival ritual, or another grand gathering?"
Zhang Qingyuan felt a headache coming on.
Most of the information he had obtained from the Cloud Water Sect and the family powers of Zhoushan concerned the Sea Clan's methods of battle, their means of dealing with enemies, and other combat-related intelligence.
As for matters such as Sea Clan civilization and customs of daily life,
Whether Sect cultivators or cultivators from those Lineages, they probably thought they were not historians and saw no need to record such things at all!
As a result, the intelligence he possessed regarding Sea