The sky and sea were boundless, but the earth's vault had an end.
Xu Linglong stood alone on a small boat, drifting across the southern sea beyond Dongsheng Shenzhou.
The Eighteen Immortal Sects were by no means easy opponents. Nowhere within the Five Continents remained where it could stay.
It could only drift with the waves in a solitary boat. For a long time, a bright moon had been its only companion.
"Life just keeps getting worse."
At the edge of the horizon, a helpless sigh rang out.
Xu Linglong lowered her eyes slightly. "As we wish, as we wish-what would count as having things go our way? Things aren't going our way, yet they think things aren't going their way either."
"Such is the great struggle. We won't let him go, and they won't let us go." The sighing voice spoke again.
As the words drifted over, a young man wearing pale-red armor, with a somewhat ferocious face and oxlike horns atop his head, stepped to Xu Linglong's side.
Xu Linglong said quietly, "Boluo, you certainly take things in stride. Did you learn that from those bald donkeys?"
"Of course I had to learn. Since they won the first time, there was a reason they won. That has nothing to do with whether this world helped them."
Yet a Buddha-like smile appeared on Boluo's somewhat ferocious face.
Xu Linglong could not bear to watch. She merely said coldly:
"That smile makes me want to vomit."
"If I've disgusted you, I've gained something."
"Just what have you been learning in the Buddhist Sect?"
Boluo chuckled. "Things you lot disdain learning. So, how are Chu Xingchen's injuries?"
"What I've seen through Winter Melon and the others is that his injuries haven't healed, and he's only putting on a brave front. But