Within the sea.
An enormous ship cleaved through the waves, sailing across the water.
This was the Myriad Races Battlefield!
Normally speaking.
There were no seas within the Myriad Races Battlefield.
But because this was the Water Spirit Race's territory, a sea had appeared here.
"Why haven't we reached the end after sailing through this sea for so long?" A grave expression settled on Qin Yuanbai's face aboard the Spirit Ship.
Since they had entered the restrictions laid down by the Water Spirit Race.
Up until now.
Five or six days had already passed.
At the Spirit Ship's speed.
Five or six days was enough to cross hundreds of millions of miles.
The entire Myriad Races Battlefield was nowhere near that vast.
The little sea before them could hardly be larger than the Myriad Races Battlefield.
And yet.
The Spirit Ship still had not reached the end of the sea.
Not only that.
Even the way they had come was no longer visible.
This development troubled not only Qin Yuanbai and the others; Xia Qun and the Golden Peng King looked grim as well.
Xia Qun said solemnly, "The sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back brings no shore. Azure Tide King, are you truly confident we can break out of here?"
"Indeed. If you aren't certain, perhaps we should consider sending word to the Holy City and asking Xiao Chengfeng to get us out."
The Golden Peng King chimed in as well.
Compared with the others.
Those who had come from Heavenly Pattern Island knew more about the sea of bitterness.
Precisely for that reason, they understood how formidable it was.
The sea of bitterness was boundless, and turning back brought no shore.
In the past, even True Immortals had been trapped in the sea of bitterness until