The Qidian of 1488 AD, Giant Waves in the Storm!

The gale howled at the bow, and turbid seawater churned into waves. The continent to the east was hidden by dark clouds, vanishing dozens of li away. Black clouds shrouded the horizon, and the murky sky looked as if it were about to collapse. Great flocks of petrels cried "woo-woo," fleeing north as if running for their lives.

More than ten li to the south, heavy black clouds piled up like mountain ranges, cutting off the entire sea and merging sky and ocean into one! From afar, the surging waves and cloud banks roiled violently, flashing with lightning and howling, like an abyssal demon pit that swallowed all things!

"Lord above! A real storm is coming!"

Bruno stood at the bow, his face pale, murmuring under his breath. He looked at the cloudburst rapidly bearing down from the south, his heart filled with an ominous foreboding.

More than a week had passed since the celebration of Epiphany. After the expedition fleet recovered some of its morale, it continued several hundred li southward. The barren African continent still showed no end, but the sea of sand that had stretched for thousands of li finally came to an abrupt halt, replaced by green plains full of life.

The change in the coastal scenery greatly heartened the sailors aboard. They had grown sick of the rolling dunes and had begun to suspect that those were the ends of the world. The appearance of green brought at least a measure of expectation. On the fields along the coast, they could even faintly see wild deer and goats grazing, making their fingers twitch with appetite.

"Scenery changing so abruptly, great swathes of green life, water and grass especially lush. In truth, it foretells heavy rain and storms."

A bitter smile appeared on Bruno's face. He