Return to the Four Divine Continents

For three months, the Ghost Ship sailed across the sea. Its speed rivaled that of a Teleportation Array, nearly more than Old Yellow Tooth's cultivation could bear. After vomiting and suffering diarrhea several times, he swallowed an ancient spiritual herb and entered seclusion.

Chen Fan also used the curse runes he had mastered to try communicating with the Black Tortoise descendant inside the jade bottle, familiarizing himself with the method of controlling it. At the same time, he transformed into an Ink Dragon and merged with the Ghost Ship, beginning to comprehend the cultivation arts of the demonic dragon clan.

In those short three months, although he had yet to fully comprehend the supreme move Demonic Waves Overwhelm the Heavens, he had learned several spells—spells that transcended even the level of treasure arts.

At last, their ship emerged upon the sea and halted its swift voyage, for the mainland had appeared thousands of miles away.

"At last, we're here. This old man nearly lost half his life along the way. Still, it's a good thing we didn't run into those overlords," Old Yellow Tooth said. For those three months, their journey had gone incomparably smoothly, without encountering any of the Southeast Sea Region's overlords. Yet this only gave Chen Fan an ominous premonition.

"Perhaps that isn't a good thing," Chen Fan said softly, shaking his head as he gazed toward the distant land.

Ink Dragon lazily opened its eyelids within the Soul-Gathering Tower. "We're here already? How did the rocking not kill this ant?"

"Hmph, just a lone ghost and wandering spirit. Once this old man sees Bi Fang, I'll have a proper think with it about how to torment you," Old Yellow Tooth snorted. At a time like this, he actually began to miss Bald Bird, deciding that once