The Perilous Caribbean Sea

The surface of the Caribbean Sea between the eastern and western continents was rarely calm today. The blue seawater, under the sunlight, looked like a smooth magic mirror, scattering waves of dazzling light. Unknown seabirds swept over the sea from time to time, playing with abandon, adding a quiet, peaceful air to the scene.

A small boat rocked gently amid the faint waves. At the bow sat a young man cross-legged, his pale-blue long hair drifting in the wind. His features were delicate, and his build looked somewhat frail, while intense waves of elemental fluctuations surged around his body.

The Crystal Core inside Liu Feng slowly began to flicker again. The consciousness of the little bird within it grew even stronger. Streams of soul power poured ceaselessly into his hands, giving rise to bursts of dazzling radiance, as if they were about to take solid form—only to vanish silently in the end.

Looks like it still won't work! Liu Feng sighed helplessly, a trace of disappointment appearing on his face.

According to the cultivation method recorded in the Eight Realms of Divine Soul, after cultivating to the Soul Formation realm, a cultivator could already use the original magical skills of a Magic Beast. But it seemed Liu Feng had only just entered the Soul Formation realm, and the beast soul inside the Crystal Core was still far too weak. He simply could not clearly sense anything from the little bird's consciousness. After trying for several days, he still could not find even the slightest path toward using that magical skill.

Cultivation really wasn't something one could rush! Liu Feng sighed with emotion. The Space Ring on his hand suddenly flashed faintly, and then a long spear with a serrated front end and a body mottled all over with rust suddenly appeared in his hand.

Soul power instantly surged into the long spear. After a cry rang out, Liu Feng gave a slight shake of one hand, and the spear plunged into the seawater around the little boat with incredible speed.

Pfft!

The long spear was drawn out in an instant with a spray of water. On the spear tip was skewered a large fish about a foot long, still wriggling nonstop.

Chuckling, Liu Feng hurriedly took the big fish off the spear, then grabbed a net bag from the little boat and began constantly scooping up the same kind of large fish floating belly-up on the surface around the boat.

This was another extremely useful method of using soul power that Liu Feng had only discovered recently.

This lightning-attribute soul power was simply perfect for electrofishing. Not only did it train his proficiency in using soul power, it also brought Liu Feng seafood of incomparable freshness and flavor.

Feeling the damp, cool sea breeze tinged with salt, Liu Feng lay on the little boat with one leg crossed over the other, eating the big fish that resembled tuna raw and savoring its incomparably delicious taste. Looking again at this rare, beautiful seascape, the irritation of being forced away from home by the Twelve Palaces finally gradually dispersed.

Within his field of vision, larger ships kept passing by, and their numbers were not small. Almost every ten minutes or so, one would pass. However, they clearly had no interest whatsoever in a small boat like Liu Feng's, and were too lazy to even spare it a glance.

There were quite a few people aboard those large ships as well, and they were all fierce-looking warriors and rather arrogant-looking mages. Liu Feng knew that these people had all come for the Treasure of the Creation God, because a few days ago, two groups had already fought each other, and in their words, the term Treasure of the Creation God had been mentioned.

However, that strange moving little island was far too difficult to find. Liu Feng had been at sea for around ten days, but until now, never mind the Lost Island, he had not even seen a single other island.

Although the Caribbean Sea was an inland sea, its area was astonishingly vast. Even compared to the oceans of his previous life, it was not at all inferior. Fortunately, during these days, the weather at sea had always been good, and Liu Feng was naturally not seasick, so he had not suffered much.

Although, due to the agreement between humans and the Sea Race several thousand years ago, that group of cruel-natured Sea Race people were not allowed to appear in the Caribbean Sea, the dangers within this sea were by no means few. A storm alone could easily take a person's life.

Looking at those large ships, then at his own rather pitiful little boat, Liu Feng sighed helplessly and began to feel somewhat regretful.

Back then, in order to hide his tracks, he had gotten such a small boat that one person could operate. But looking at it now, whether in terms of speed or safety, it was truly far inferior to those large ships.

After sighing for a while, Liu Feng wiped the water stains from the long spear, glanced at the shaft that was still covered in mottled rust, gave a bitter smile, and tossed it back into the Space Ring.

In order to remove the rust from the spear, Liu Feng could be said to have thought of every possible method. He had even taken it to the blacksmith in the manor to deal with it. But in the end, one sentence from the blacksmith had made Liu Feng completely give up on the idea.

According to the blacksmith, the material of this long spear was extremely strange and special. There was simply no way to determine what kind of metal it was made of. As for the rust on the spear shaft, it had not formed later; rather, it should be the metal's original appearance. In other words, even if this long spear were melted down and forged again, once finished, it would still have this same battered look.

Ever since coming to this world, there hadn't been a single thing that wasn't strange! Liu Feng curled his lip, sat cross-legged again, and once more began cultivating according to the Soul Formation realm's method.

He had no idea when he would be able to find that elusive Lost Island whose whereabouts were as misty as drifting clouds. Liu Feng was now seizing every bit of time to cultivate hard. In order to wash away the humiliation the Zodiac Twelve Palaces had brought him, Liu Feng did not dare waste even a single second.

Time slowly passed, and the sky gradually darkened. In the end, even the last trace of the setting sun's afterglow had already faded. Brilliant, dazzling starlight began to emerge in the night sky, and a crescent moon hung high above. The faint moonlight draped a layer of dazzling radiance over Liu Feng, who sat quietly at the bow. Paired with the waves of aura constantly emanating from his body, he unexpectedly carried a somewhat otherworldly air.

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Liu Feng stopped cultivating. The speed of cultivation after reaching the Soul Formation realm simply could not compare to before. During these ten or so days, Liu Feng had basically never stopped cultivating, but his progress was still very slow. The light on the Crystal Core remained faint, and the little bird's consciousness was still a complete mess, leaving Liu Feng unable to grasp even the slightest clue.

Standing up and stretching slightly, Liu Feng's gaze suddenly fell into the distance, and his expression could not help but change a little.

Within Liu Feng's field of vision, on the sea surface only a few hundred meters away from him, a super-large ship forty to fifty meters long suddenly sailed over. The ship was brightly lit, illuminating the black skull emblem on the enormous flag fluttering ceaselessly atop the mast, making it appear even more hideous and terrifying.

Damn it! My luck really is stubborn to an extraordinary degree! Liu Feng sighed helplessly, a bitter smile appearing on his face. After these ten or so peaceful days, Liu Feng finally discovered that his good fortune was about to run out. He had actually encountered another terrifying danger on the Caribbean Sea—the incomparably cruel sea bandits...