Divinity was a matter of fate, not effort. Before luck, strength could decide nothing.
The upper echelons of the two Holy Sees were in an uproar.
Great World.
Dole had already joined up with Aphelius and headed into the vast ocean.
The seas of the Great World were even more dangerous than those of lower and higher worlds. Beyond three hundred kilometers from the coastline, once one ventured deep into the sea, powerful creatures could be encountered at any moment. Level-nine and even law-level Magic Beasts were everywhere.
Back then, when that captain had gone to the Divine Mountain at Sea, even the weakest crew members had been level eight, with three law-level experts at the helm. Only then had they dared set out to sea.
Even so, they had suffered untold hardships.
Moreover, the weather at sea was ever-changing. If they encountered a storm or some other extreme weather and could not find a suitable place to take shelter, they could be driven into a desperate situation in minutes.
Aphelius and Dole did not even have a ship. They relied entirely on flying with their bodies, leaving Dole speechless at the sight.
His wizard tower was still nowhere in sight, and part of his mental power had to remain focused on Majeri, plundering his knowledge of potions.
Over the past few days, however, Dole had come to understand that although Majeri was a vice president, he could not freely access potions above level eight. He himself possessed only three formulas: the level-eight Wind Demon Potion, the level-nine Wind Spirit Potion, and the level-nine Earth Magic Essence Potion.
Just these three potion formulas alone made Dole feel he had struck it rich.
Though the Wind Demon Potion and Wind Spirit Potion were of no use to him personally, he