The prerequisite was surviving, rather than burying himself in this vast and deadly ocean.
The Boundary Sea could well be called a burial sea-from True Immortals to Immortal Kings, countless powerful beings had fallen here. The dead were beyond counting; no one could remember them all anymore.
Immortal Kings had always stood at the pinnacle of cultivation, impossible to surpass, a realm that trapped the mightiest, most dazzling peerless prodigies of every generation.
They had weathered the rise and fall of eras, becoming ever more terrifying and unfathomable.
At this realm, their greatest wish was to climb one step higher atop a hundred-foot pole.
Thus, from ancient times to the present, living beings had entered the Boundary Sea in an endless stream-True Immortals sought the chance to become Immortal Kings, while Immortal Kings sought a glimpse of the Emperor Road. Some Supremes ventured in as well, but every last one perished. None survived.
Over these twenty years, Jiang Zhu had tempered his flesh with the Boundary Sea's power while quietly gazing out across it.
He saw islands stretching across the deeper reaches of that sea, with beings standing upon them, burning their own true bodies to dispel the dreadful mist shrouding their surroundings.
Farther away, beings struggled with all their might to cross the sea, drenched in blood and covered in wounds, exhausted to the brink of death.
Of course, he also saw some extraordinarily powerful beings emerge from the same perils utterly unscathed!
He saw a man carrying a dim yellow lantern, slowly making his way through the dark sea of mist.
On some islands, he also saw motionless beings standing rooted to the spot, not stirring in the slightest, as though they had maintained those postures since time immemorial.
He also saw an ancient ship as black as