On the continent, Ye Qing could use Holy Light Shuttle without any reservations. After all, there were plenty of landmarks around, and a careful comparison was generally enough to tell him where he was.
But nautical charts were very different from maps.
There was far too much blank space on a nautical chart. In person, all he could see was seawater, without a single landmark to establish his position.
As a land-dwelling Soul Master born and raised, it was perfectly normal for Ye Qing to feel out of his element at sea. Finding Sea God Island in just seven days was already a miracle.
"That really wasn't fucking easy," Ye Qing sighed before descending from the sky and setting both feet on the beach.
He had long since grown accustomed to the scenery around him. Over the past week, he had rested on plenty of other islands. Even a man of iron couldn't fly at high intensity twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Stopping somewhere to rest was still very necessary.
Casually pulling a few frozen lobsters out of his Soul Tool, Ye Qing thawed and grilled them while recalling what he had just seen from the sky.
The present Sea God Island was bound to differ from the Sea God Island of ten thousand years ago, and those differences were considerable.
Every trace of human habitation had been erased. Places such as the Seven Sacred Pillars and Sea God Hall had vanished without a trace, but certain things still remained.
For instance, there were the sheer cliffs constantly battered by waves where Tang San and the others had undergone Tidal Body Tempering. The Sinking Silver Pillars used to restrain their bodies had been dismantled, but the holes into which the pillars had been driven were still faintly