The great ship sailed for two days and two nights, taking aboard a few more people along the way, all of whom had fled the Tianyuan Continent.
Whether by coincidence or because the ship itself was avoiding them, they did not encounter a single island during that time. Everyone had lost their bearings.
Just as the people aboard began worrying that the ship was a creation of the Prayer Cult, meant to carry them back to the Tianyuan Continent, it suddenly stopped.
Then, beneath their astonished gazes, a bluestone bridge appeared out of thin air above the sea. Both ends hung unsupported as it floated silently there, eerily strange.
The ship's bow rested securely against one end of the bluestone bridge, fitting so perfectly that it seemed to have been designed for that very purpose.
The meaning was self-evident: they were supposed to cross the bridge.
Yet everyone looked at one another, and nobody took the first step.
Chen Lin merely watched in silence as well, unwilling to be the bird that stuck its head out first.
Had their cultivation remained intact, the Foundation Establishment cultivators would probably have already forced the Qi Condensation cultivators to conduct all manner of tests. But now everyone was in the same boat, and nobody dared act recklessly.
Just then, a commotion broke out at the stern.
A young cultivator had lost his patience and jumped overboard, hoping to swim away.
But the moment he entered the black seawater, it corroded him into a skeleton. He did not even have time to scream.
That put an end to everyone else's schemes. They no longer dared linger near the edges and crowded toward the middle instead.
"I'll go first!"
Seeing that nobody was moving, the Grey-Robed Foundation Establishment Elder from Danding City stepped forward and