Time flew by. After nearly half a month of travel, Chen Feng and his group left the Land of Fire, crossed the strait, and drew ever closer to their destination.
The Land of Water was an island nation located directly east of the Land of Fire. To reach it, one had to cross a strait.
The Land of Water's geography was rather unusual. Though it was an island, it was surrounded by mountains. This not only made its environment more complicated, but also blanketed it in mist all year round. It could be said that the entire country was sealed within a shroud of fog.
If strangers rashly ventured inside, they would likely lose their way. This was also an important reason why the Hidden Mist Village rarely interacted with the outside world.
At this moment, a sturdy wooden ship sailed steadily across the water. After several days adrift, it had arrived at the outskirts of the island.
This was also where the fog was thickest. Visibility did not exceed five meters, and even natives of the country would not set foot here lightly.
Chen Feng stood at the bow and glanced around. He could only sense an oppressive atmosphere. In a place like this, it was easy for unease to creep into one's heart.
He then turned to Xiao Meng beside him. "Sorry to trouble you."
Xiao Meng stepped forward with an aloof expression. World Losing Color unfurled, and as an invisible Dao aura spread outward, black and white instantly enveloped the area.
At the same time, the dense fog within a radius of several thousand meters vanished in an instant, restoring clear sight.
The ship continued onward, officially entering the Land of Water. A few hours later, it reached the shore.
The group stepped ashore one after another