Traveling by flying boat was rather dull.
Fortunately, they were all Golden Core cultivators. After boarding, they each chose a cabin and settled into meditation, completely oblivious to the passage of time.
Madam Yan was different.
She stood on the deck at the bow, occasionally taking out a nautical chart to consult it. Every so often, she adjusted their flight direction, clearly meticulous in her attention to detail.
Lin Mo went up on deck several times and noticed nothing unusual. He merely sensed the auras of numerous demon beasts in the Deep Sea below. Most were below the seventh tier and posed no threat to the group.
"Don't be impatient, Fellow Daoist Lin. We should reach the Azure Painting Mystic Python's location in about half a day."
At the bow, Madam Yan saw Lin Mo emerge from his cabin and immediately said with a smile, "We've traveled for several days and ventured over a hundred thousand li into these waters. We've now entered the territory of sixth-tier demon beasts."
"However, there's no need to worry, Fellow Daoist Lin. The Human Race is flourishing today. Even sixth-tier demon beasts wouldn't dare provoke us lightly."
"We hunt demon beasts, never the other way around. They won't attack us of their own accord."
Lin Mo murmured his assent, his heart stirring with emotion.
So this was the Human Race of Primordial Antiquity!
Back then, human cultivators were as numerous as carp crossing a river. Nascent Soul cultivators were as common as dogs, and Spirit Transformation cultivators walked everywhere. Those at spirit transformation perfection frequently underwent tribulation transcendence and ascended, while every other race bowed in submission.
Who could have imagined how far humanity would decline several million years later?
Heaven and earth spiritual energy had grown so thin that ascension was impossible. A