The boundless Eastern Sea.
A streak of escape light that almost blended into the color of the seawater swept swiftly over the surface, heading toward the continent.
Up close, one could see that what lay within the escape light was actually a small flying boat.
The flying boat seemed to have been refined from the spine of some aquatic demon beast. It flew silently, causing barely a disturbance, yet moved so quickly that it vanished over the horizon in an instant.
At the bow stood a middle-aged man in a simple fishskin robe. He gazed ahead, his eyes full of vigilance, though he could not quite hide a trace of worry.
This man was Teng Feng.
After learning that the enemy who had ambushed him was dead, Minggu had untied the knot in his heart. He no longer intended to linger in the mortal world, but planned to enter reincarnation and be reborn to live another splendid life.
Teng Feng had a set of scales in his heart.
He knew full well that although Minggu had used him at first, without Minggu's help along the way, he could never have reached such heights.
Had he remained in the Western Wasteland, he might have had a chance at Foundation Establishment with his eldest brother's help. But Core Formation?
The hope was faint, all but impossible.
Minggu deserved the lion's share of the credit for his forming a golden core and surviving to this day. It was a debt of gratitude he had to repay.
And so.
Although he knew that a great war had broken out in the coastal waters between the Great Zhou Immortal Alliance and the Eastern Sea Foreign Race Alliance, and that danger lurked throughout the journey, he still chose to set out for Great Zhou to find