After putting out to sea, Liu Zhi realized that the geography of the world before him resembled the Mediterranean as he remembered it, except that the whole world had been enlarged many times over.
The sea that had originally been enclosed by Europe, Asia, and Africa was now more than three times larger than the Pacific Ocean in Liu Zhi's memory.
Although the Yadaliate could travel fairly quickly, it wasn't anywhere near as fast as a spaceship.
Liu Zhi estimated that it would take him at least three to five days to sail from here to Greece.
The reason for such a wide range was simply that he had to make sure he didn't get lost.
Liu Zhi realized that he was still quite likely to lose his way on the open sea in the real world.
The celestial signs he had once used to navigate by the stars were practically useless here.
In this world, any mythic being could send a story into the sky and turn it into a constellation.
Sometimes it was a story about the mythic being itself; sometimes it was something they had seen, or an enemy they had killed. Whatever they thought was sufficiently legendary, they sent up into the sky.
As a result, the night sky was like the Milky Way, with one constellation layered over another. It was impossible to navigate by the constellations.
Forget sailing—under a sky like this, Liu Zhi didn't even dare use his Starry Sky Beacon carelessly.
He couldn't be sure that if he activated the Starry Sky Beacon, he wouldn't end up somewhere completely different the very next moment.
So he had no choice but to sail dutifully during the day and stop out at sea at night.
Even in a mythological world, the sun still rose