Above the Dead Sea.
A sea of ghostly mist, with treacherous winds and waves.
After leaving the Cloud Ship, Fang Shu traveled alone, with only a piece of wood, through this desolate land devoid of spiritual energy.
But compared to how carefree he had looked when he left the Cloud Ship, his face was now full of bitterness. It was plain to see he had suffered plenty on the Dead Sea.
All this time, he had planned to take turns soaring through the air and resting on the Gloomy Wood.
But who could have guessed that even with the sea chart Bai Yangyang had given him, he would still end up going around in circles, completely disoriented.
Especially when the ghostly mist occasionally cleared and the sky turned sunny. Mirages would appear overhead from time to time, accompanied by strange glowing orbs, like the moon or the sun. That made it hard for Fang Shu to determine his direction by the sun.
So, even though he reckoned he had plenty of Spirit Stones—enough to drift across the sea for ten years—he still chose not to fly unless the weather was clear and he knew his direction for certain, to avoid wasting spiritual energy.
The rest of the time, he simply drifted back and forth across the surface of the Dead Sea.
After all, flying through the air in weather like this would be just as directionless. He might as well leave it to fate; perhaps that would actually help him cross the Dead Sea faster.
I just hope I don't run into any of those strange happenings in the rumors and end up trapped somewhere, wasting decades of my life, Fang Shu thought to himself.
Even though he had suffered plenty, he still didn't regret leaving the Cloud Ship.
On