The Immortal Craft sailed across Guixu.
Calling it a sea was not entirely accurate.
The waters of Guixu had neither waves nor tides. As far as the eye could see, there was only boundless darkness, smooth as a mirror yet unfathomably deep.
The water was intensely black and heavy, as though all the night in the world had been crushed and dissolved into it. One glance too many brought the illusion that the abyss was staring back. When an occasional breeze passed, only the faintest ripples stirred its surface, like a sigh rising from the depths of an ancient well.
Yet countless points of light floated upon this ink-dark expanse.
They came from the Rahul Clams deep beneath the sea. As their shells opened and closed, the mysterious radiance within pierced untold depths of water, flickering across the surface like a river of stars hung upside down.
The Immortal Craft passed through, drawing a shallow white trail across the ink-black water.
Like a stroke of pale ink sweeping through a sky full of stars.
Bai Qianqian stood by the rail, the wind streaming her long hair behind her. The stars scattered across the sea were reflected in her phoenix eyes, making them startlingly bright.
With one hand on the rail, she naturally took Lu Changfeng's hand with the other and pointed toward the distant horizon. "That's Mount Daiyu-it's still a long way off. We'll need three days to get there. Mount Daiyu is different from Yuanjiao. Yuanjiao is a solitary peak, but Daiyu is a mountain range stretching thousands of li from south to north, with overlapping peaks and four distinct seasons. Its main peak, Qiongju Peak, is where the capital of the Deathless Kingdom stands. Clouds and mist shroud everything above the mountainside all year round, while the valleys