The vast ocean stretched on without end. Moonlight shimmered across the rolling waves, making the entire sea glow with a dazzling, otherworldly beauty beneath the night sky.
Of course, such a sight could only be admired from afar. Out among the heaving waves—especially after losing every ounce of their cultivation—one could only realize how insignificant they were and how perilous the sea truly was.
Waves several meters high could rise at any moment. That was already the best-case scenario: there was no storm, and Bai Yang and the others were drifting with the current. If Little White Whale hadn't carried them, the waves would have swept them beneath the surface long ago to feed the fish.
Even clinging to Little White Whale's back, Bai Yang still choked on seawater now and then. Its back was so slippery that he could fall off at any moment.
After inexplicably losing all his cultivation, Bai Yang found that he couldn't use any of his abilities—or even sense his Sea of Consciousness. He couldn't access his storage equipment, either. He had been reduced, utterly and completely, to an ordinary person!
As an ordinary person, he wouldn't last ten minutes in the open ocean. Fortunately, Little White Whale had turned into a miniature version of itself and was carrying him, keeping him from drowning.
The seawater was cold, but his heart felt colder. Bai Yang stared wide-eyed toward the distant ocean, his whole body prickling with dread. The sudden loss of cultivation among so many powerful experts was probably connected to the thing they could see with their own eyes!
"Is that... the ship from the legends?" Jiang Nan stammered, wide-eyed and trembling, his face full of terror.
He was only a few meters from Bai Yang, clinging desperately to the back of one of