Before long, Chen Shouyi descended from the sky.
He rubbed his temples with his fingers. It took quite a while for the throbbing pain in his head to slowly subside.
The old dugout canoe was still stranded on the beach, but he had no intention of paddling across.
The islands were simply too far apart. The shortest distance was thirty or forty kilometers, and the longest two or three hundred. Searching every island would take who knew how many years.
Besides, flying wouldn't work either. It drained too much of his mental energy.
Especially now that his soul was injured, he couldn't keep it up for long.
At most, he could fly for five minutes!
"Still, it's not like there's no other way."
He glanced at Shell Girl, who was busily gathering nectar among the flowers, then looked away and headed toward the beach.
Chen Shouyi had once seen Luo Jingwen, Ye Zong, and the others walk across paddy fields without sinking into the mud, their feet barely skimming the surface like dragonflies touching water. He had never tried it himself, but he figured he could do it too.
But this was the Otherworld at three times the gravity.
He wasn't very confident.
"I wonder if I can pull it off." He gave a slight shake of his head, clearing his mind, and took a deep breath.
The gravel beneath his feet burst apart as his body streaked across the beach like a blur.
The next moment, his foot landed on the water.
The sea erupted as though a string of bombs had gone off, columns of water shooting into the sky.
One step, two steps, three steps... twenty steps... thirty steps...
But it didn't last. Like someone struggling in a swamp, his feet sank deeper and deeper, and each