Raindrops still tapped against the cabin roof.
Of course, tapping against the cabin roof and tapping against the surface of the sea made two completely different sounds. The former was crisper, the latter more muffled.
Fan Qingqing had already been freed from her silenced state. She sat quietly, eyes lowered, as still as if she were meditating, though she wasn't. Judging by the sound of her heartbeat, she was somewhat nervous.
Uriel leaned against the cabin wall, seemingly resting with his eyes closed. His long, steady breaths were audible. Even injured, he still had the confidence and composure of a strong cultivator.
Lin Youxie was meditating and regulating her breathing. But her breaths were a little disordered, clearly weighed down by her thoughts.
Every sound was so clear to Jiang Wang's ears.
Different sounds carried different emotions. Even a three-year-old could tell how their mother felt from the sound of her voice. This wasn't an entirely new world. But because of his cultivation of the Sound Division of the Five Immortals Like-a-Dream Decree, the world had indeed become a little more tangible.
Jiang Wang couldn't help thinking: if he could find a matching Art Medium and truly recreate the Sound-Hearing Immortal Canon, perhaps even cultivate into an "Ear Immortal"...
What would this world of sound look like then?
If he cultivated into an "Eye Immortal," surely sensing the weight of someone's gaze wouldn't be difficult. Perhaps even shattering a gaze would be possible.
The Ten Thousand Immortals Palace's inheritance was truly enticing. What would the original Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage Scroll look like?
The rain came and went, the tide rose and fell.
The rest of the journey passed peacefully as Jiang Wang cultivated, without another ripple.
The Dragon-Bone Boat from Ice Phoenix Island carried a certain amount of