The tides of the Eastern Sea carried shimmering waves against the harbor. Once the sea mist dispersed, a market town came into view. Great swathes of buildings roofed with colorful shells made the crowds flowing through them look like blossoming waves.
Well, not just crowds of people.
Haiqi Town was the last port before entering the Eastern Sea, and also the outermost edge of the Ten Earths within the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
It was not under Great Yu's jurisdiction, but ruled by the Penglai Star Sect and the seafolk. Beyond it lay ribbon-like islands, sprawling across a vast expanse.
Of course, compared to the boundless sea, it was merely the tip of an iceberg.
Legend had it that the landmass had once been larger. Yet whether due to the shifting of seas and lands, or battles between mighty experts, the Nine Provinces had sunk beneath the waves. Cities that had once stood on land were submerged, becoming ruins buried deep beneath the sea, awaiting the discovery of those fated to find them.
Every so often, fortunate souls obtained ancient treasures, or rare specialties and curiosities from the sea, and wished to trade them. Over time, this market of marine treasures had formed.
"So it's basically the seafolk and humans holding a big fair together?"
The Somersault Cloud dispersed. Listening to Elder Qian's introduction, Li Mo stepped onto solid ground.
He wore sunglasses, not because the sun over the sea was scorching or because everything glittered painfully bright, but simply because he thought they looked cool.
He surveyed the bustling sea market, the sails fluttering atop the enormous Fish Bone Ships at the harbor, and the vast ocean.
With the scene set and the mood at its peak, Li Mo could not help sighing with emotion.
"I will find