Early the next morning, as dawn broke, Qian Xunzong went straight to the Papal Palace. He found Qian Daoliu handling official affairs and got right to the point:
"Dad, I found a trace of Mother. She's overseas, beyond Sea God Island, more than ten thousand miles away. I'm going to sea to find her!"
That brief declaration sent the memorial in Qian Daoliu's hand tumbling to the floor. His expression changed at once, grave and resolute as never before.
"No! Absolutely not!"
Qian Daoliu shot to his feet, his voice stern and leaving no room for argument.
"Those thousands of miles of ocean are treacherous beyond measure! Ferocious Beasts roam the deep, storms strike without warning, and spatial turbulence is everywhere. Even I might not make it out unscathed if I entered the heart of the deep sea!
"You're only a Soul Sage. Your strength may seem extraordinary, but before the Endless Deep Sea, you're still no bigger than an ant!"
"I searched for your mother for decades. I considered crossing the sea to find her myself, but after traveling only a thousand kilometers offshore, I understood how terrifying those waters were. The Soul Beasts there are monstrous! I will never agree to this. Don't bring it up again!"
Qian Daoliu would not budge. His love for his son ran too deep to let him venture into such deadly danger.
No matter how Qian Xunzong pleaded or what promises he made, Qian Daoliu refused to yield an inch.
Left with no choice, Qian Xunzong went to the Worship Hall to seek out the elder whose word carried the most weight in all of Spirit Hall—Qian Xichen.
In the main hall, Qian Xichen sat beneath the Angel God Statue, an ocean of sacred power surrounding him. A century of cultivation had