At that moment, Sikong Jing immediately understood. The so-called Boundless Sea... lay farther north beyond the northern reaches of the Central Plains.
But simply heading north was not enough; they also needed the map left behind by the Tyrant Soul Venerable's ancestors.
Su Beiheng replied with a bitter smile, "Perhaps it really is just a legend?"
The Tyrant Soul Venerable's mouth twitched as he shook his head heavily...
"No, it definitely isn't a legend. My ancestors left behind not only a map, but detailed records as well..."
Before he could finish, Su Beiheng abruptly interrupted, "Brother Teng, look! What is that?"
In an instant, Sikong Jing followed where Grandpa Su was pointing in the image, and his gaze froze... Ice puppets!
"Ice puppets—they're the ice puppets recorded by my ancestors... Hahaha, we're really about to reach the Boundless Sea."
The Tyrant Soul Venerable threw back his head and laughed wildly...
Then the scene before Sikong Jing's eyes shifted again.
In the blink of an eye, the two were locked in a frenzied slaughter against the ice puppets amid the snow. They fought until heaven and earth blurred together, while the ice puppets seemed nearly endless.
Immediately afterward, the scene shifted once more...
Without realizing it, the two had arrived on an island, yet they were still killing.
Both had grown into bearded figures, and Sikong Jing saw that the island was surrounded by a frozen expanse of ice.
At this moment, the two stood back to back...
The Tyrant Soul Venerable's mouth twitched madly. "Damn it, it's been a year. We've been killing for a whole year. Does this Boundless Sea even have an end?"
Sikong Jing's gaze froze. This scene was already one year after they had encountered the ice puppets...
"We've already set foot on the nineteenth island...