After bidding farewell to Wan Yao'er and the four tribes, Chen Ming rose into the air alone and flew toward Tianxing City.
Five years of arduous secluded cultivation had not only sent his cultivation soaring, but also improved his flight speed and endurance far beyond what they had once been.
The flight light beneath his feet was solid and steady, tracing a long arc above the sea as he swiftly left Divine Wind Island behind.
The sea breeze rushed against him, snapping his black robes. Below, sunlight shimmered on the azure water. A few flying fish occasionally leaped from the surface, then quickly plunged back into the sea.
These waters lay in the eastern outskirts of the Chaotic Star Sea, several days' journey from Tianxing City. Small islands dotted the ocean, some deserted, others occupied by independent cultivators or minor factions that had established crude outposts.
As Chen Ming flew, he spread his spiritual sense, keeping watch over his surroundings. The Chaotic Star Sea had never been peaceful, especially in these eastern outskirts, where pirate groups ran rampant and murders for plunder were commonplace. Even Core Formation cultivators dared not let down their guard here.
After roughly four hours of flight, violent fluctuations of spiritual power suddenly came from far ahead, accompanied by faint rumbling, as though someone was fighting fiercely.
The fluctuations were so powerful that ripples spread across the sea, and the spiritual energy in the air grew restless.
Chen Ming frowned slightly, slowed his flight, and extended his spiritual sense ahead with all his strength. Tempered by five years of secluded cultivation, it was several times stronger than before. In an instant, it reached dozens of miles away, revealing everything ahead.
A pale yellow barrier firmly enclosed a small island several miles across. Ripples coursed across the