Lost.
This was not a good experience.
Especially in the vast ocean—and the ocean of this world, at that.
If it had been the world of his previous life, Zhang Qingyuan could have crossed the Pacific Ocean in no more than half an hour.
But unfortunately, it was not.
In this world's seas, without a reference map, it was difficult even to find the true direction!
Because of the movement of the Celestial Phenomenon and the land,
they changed!
In this world where cultivation manifested openly, there existed arts of Heavenly Secret divination, so the trajectories of the starry sky were tied to some real yet incomprehensible fate.
Fate was unfathomable, and the paths of the stars were equally unpredictable.
They were unlike the periodic trajectories of the starry sky in his previous life, where one could rely on astronomy to determine one's direction.
Even the direction of the sun
could not be fully trusted in this vast ocean where the supernatural manifested. The sun did not necessarily travel in a straight line from west to east; rather, like Brownian motion, it followed no fixed trajectory.
One moment it might be in the east, and the next, it could have shifted to the northeast.
Of course, overall,
the sun still rose in the east in the morning and set in the west. It was simply that the path it took in between was exceedingly chaotic.
And it was precisely because of this
that in the boundless sea, without maps and the guidance of various coordinates, even True Essence Realm Cultivators could end up trapped to death within it.
After all, in the boundless sea, one faced more than merely the ever-changing Celestial Phenomenon.
There was also the ocean itself.
The existence of spiritual energy caused all manner of chaotic undercurrents