Ambush at Turbulent Current Reef

The Flying Fish sailed smoothly. The old boatman was highly experienced, skillfully making use of the sea winds and currents, and their speed was not slow.

Though the cabin was cramped, Lu Chen did not mind. He spent most of his time meditating with his eyes closed, regulating his breath and consolidating his cultivation, while repeatedly running through operational plans for the Turbulent Current Reef region in his mind.

He had long since imprinted a detailed sea chart of those waters into his mind. Every submerged reef, every major current, even some possible undersea caves—he knew them all like the back of his hand.

Combining it with Ye Qingfeng and the others' ambush plan, he constantly simulated every possible encounter scenario and his own response strategies.

Time passed as they sailed. At first, they could still see scattered fishing boats and merchant ships, but as they ventured deeper into the East Sea, vessels grew fewer and fewer, while the sea and sky became ever more vast and desolate.

The color of the seawater also gradually changed from the murky yellow-green near the coast to a profound azure blue.

From time to time, the shadows of enormous fish drifted beneath the ship, while curious seabirds circled overhead and followed along.

The spiritual energy in the air gradually became more active, but it was also mixed with an indescribable air of mystery and oppression that seemed to come from the depths of the sea.

On the afternoon of the third day, the steadily sailing Flying Fish began to slow.

The old boatman's hoarse voice carried through the cabin. "Guest, we are about to enter the outer reaches of the Mist Sea. The currents ahead are becoming chaotic, so sit tight. In roughly half a day, we will reach the edge of the