The village Sect Master Tongtian was currently staying in lay by the sea.
There was a little harbor roughly cobbled together from wooden planks.
Several rickety-looking wooden boats bobbed about, haphazardly tied to the harbor's wooden posts.
That day.
The sky was somewhat overcast, with the sun hidden behind the clouds.
Within several hundred square kilometers of the area.
The two most powerful men led the horses they usually took such pride in.
They stood together at the front, holding the reins.
Behind the two horses was a classical Chinese wooden carriage that looked rather out of place in this era.
Sect Master Tongtian sat inside the carriage.
The two knights who had originally been with him were merely entry-level supernatural beings whose physical fitness rivaled that of qi-refining cultivators.
They had not even fully distanced themselves from ordinary people yet.
So, for Sect Master Tongtian, a hunyuan taiji daluo golden immortal, controlling them.
Was no easier than taking a sip of water.
Sitting inside the carriage, he effortlessly sensed the scene outside.
"Big Yellow, Little Yellow, stop here for a moment."
He gave the order casually. Too lazy to remember two Western names, he simply called them after their yellowish hair.
And distinguished big from little by their height.
Sect Master Tongtian remained seated inside the carriage.
His vast divine sense, rendered exceptionally discreet through meticulous control, soon slipped through the gaps in the carriage.
It passed through layer after layer of waves on the sea's surface.
And probed toward the dark seabed!
Sand and rocks in the coastal waters, and tiny fish fry that had survived despite the fishermen nearly fishing them out.
Swaying kelp rolled with the waves in the water, like shadowy demonic hands.
After exploring several thousand meters.
The coastal waters, originally somewhat cramped and