Who Isn’t a Cultivator These Days?
Chapter 245

The Lost Continent

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The wooden boat stopped and floated quietly on the sea.

Chen Shu looked down at the water.

Fish swam beneath the surface. Some headed into the Fog, while others swam out of it.

None of them seemed affected.

It was as if this were nothing more than ordinary Fog.

Spirit Eye Art!

A faint light bloomed in Chen Shu's eyes. The new Spirit Eye Art he had obtained from the Spirit Sect did not obscure his normal vision. Instead, it added another layer of sight: images formed from the Spirit Power his Spirit Eye detected overlapped with the real world, creating a world unlike any other.

Contrary to what he had imagined, the Fog before him, though filled with immense Spirit Power, did not shine like the sun. It was pitch-black.

Chen Shu looked across the surrounding sea.

Quite a few points of light glowed beneath the water. They were Otherworldly Beasts.

Otherworldly Beasts in the ocean were nothing unusual, but their numbers in this stretch of water were far too high. Within a radius of just a few kilometers, Chen Shu could make out at least several dozen marine Otherworldly Beasts. Ordinarily, even one would need a habitat far, far larger than that.

They all lingered nearby. Some entered the Fog, and others emerged from it, but none strayed far.

Chen Shu turned his gaze back to the Fog.

The corpses of the Otherworldly Beasts came from in there, didn't they?

Was this where the beasts from the island went? Was it the final destination where Dragon Whales across the world disappeared each time?

What was inside?

And what was killing them?

Could this almost godlike power have come from the Reed God's shattered essence? Had it drawn these Otherworldly Beasts here to slaughter one another?

Chen Shu's brows

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