Qiyuan Island

Three years later.

Across the boundless deep sea, a three-hundred-meter Spiritual Ship cleaved through the waves.

Three pairs of light wings extended from either side of the hull. Beating at high speed, they sent the Spiritual Ship flying like the wind.

At that moment, a sweet female voice rang out from within the Spiritual Ship. "Fellow Daoists, please note: we will arrive at the final destination of this voyage, Qiyuan Island, in three days."

Inside an ordinary cabin of the Spiritual Ship, a stern middle-aged cultivator dressed in black suddenly opened his eyes.

Excitement appeared on his face as he murmured, "I'm finally here."

This man was naturally Ning Fa, wearing Meng Yi's appearance through disguise.

Three years had passed since he had escaped while the Wusheng Sword Master was hunting the Devil Master.

Thinking back on those three years, Ning Fa could not help sighing with emotion.

After separating from Yun Jin, he had still known of several locations that the merchant ships of major guilds might pass through.

However, war had broken out in the Jinchuan Archipelago, and Ning Fa did not know whether those merchant ships could still depart on schedule.

Unwilling to waste time, he gritted his teeth and followed the Sea Chart he had obtained before, crossing the Desolate Sea alone toward Leiming Sea.

The outcome proved that the threats within the Desolate Sea were indeed beyond ordinary imagination.

The endless stream of powerful demonic beasts, along with all manner of bizarre natural hazards, had made Ning Fa suffer untold hardship.

He had encountered danger after danger along the way. The most perilous of them all was when a Sea-Splitting Three-Headed Python hunted him down.

The Sea-Splitting Three-Headed Python was an ancient beast. Though it had not taken human form, it was a genuine Mid