Looking out from the Jade Scenery Flying Palace, one saw only the vast sea and sky, faintly shimmering, their limpid stillness making it seem as though one were traveling through a mirror.
Beyond the boundless expanse of waves, one could dimly discern mountain mists rolling high, tier upon tier of green rising into the sky, mountains clothed in the colors of trees, and flourishing vegetation.
Their majestic beauty made one marvel involuntarily at the wonders of the Heavenly Lord's creation.
Ahead lay Western Su Province, one of Xudu's nine provinces. Like Western Yi Province, it lay in the far west, where heterodox paths and the Outer Dao flourished. Its scenery was distinctive, and it was also a fine place to gather medicines and clarify the heart.
Chen Heng counted on his fingers and realized that, since leaving Gourd-Mouth River, he had spent two full years crossing the vast, deep oceans to reach these Far Western Lands from Northern Hao Province.
Those two years had not all been smooth sailing, nor had they been spent entirely on traveling.
Along the way, besides weathering the ocean's towering waves and storms, there had been no shortage of evil cultivators who plundered homes and murdered for wealth.
And beneath the deep, turbid waters lurked strangely shaped sea monsters that breathed clouds and exhaled winds that turned to waves...
The former had been easy enough to deal with.
However vicious and ferocious ordinary evil cultivators might be, the sight of the Jade Scenery Flying Palace told them what they were dealing with. They would not rush forward to their deaths.
Apart from a scant few beyond saving, whose brains had already been invaded by turbid baleful energies and who could no longer control their passions and desires.
Most evil cultivators scattered like birds and beasts