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A vast fleet sailed the seas, riding the wind and breaking the waves as it headed for the waters of the Yanlong Kingdom. Yet halfway through the voyage, a storm suddenly rose upon the sea.

Boom!

From within the black clouds came a thunderous roar like the iron wheels of a divine chariot crushing across the sky. The flagship of the fleet sped over the surface, throwing up towering sprays like raging tides. Even the massive warship was hurled skyward by the waves before plunging back toward the sea.

Bang!

The hull nearly shattered under the impact. Seawater and lightning intertwined, wild winds billowed the white sails, as well as the sea-beast banner and the Veda banner at the prow.

Black clouds blanketed a vast stretch of sea, while lightning twisted through them like silver serpents. The sailors and slave laborers on deck stared in horror at the violent wind and rain. This was almost certainly the most terrifying storm they had ever witnessed in their lives.

"Does the Yanlong Kingdom really possess such fortune?"

Viyasa stood with his hands behind his back and said coldly, "Our fleet has only made it halfway, yet we have encountered such a storm. It seems Heaven itself intends to stop us from reaching the Yanlong Kingdom."

"Haha."

Another voice rang out. Beneath a canopy embroidered with countless cloud-and-bird sigils, an impossibly handsome young man laughed aloud.

"General Viyasa, you are mistaken. If the Yanlong Kingdom truly had such fortune, Jin Ridan would not have been assassinated by the Sword-Holding Marquis, nor would Ice Chi Palace have dwindled in talent for so many years, forced to rely on a barely clinging Mi Gaitian to hold up the whole situation."

Viyasa had an eccentric and exceedingly violent temperament. Yet upon hearing the young man's words,